Kurt Hummel always thought his first kiss would be special. Sweet, romantic and with a boy he actually liked. But life didn't turn out that way. His first kiss was forced and it was by a boy hated and bullied him.

That was what Kurt was thinking about that Saturday, at the Corniche. He sat on a different bench today, although he was not quite sure why. He looked out into the sea and saw vastness, a beauty full of possibilities. Kurt wondered what his first kiss would have been like if Karofsky hadn't taken a liking to ruing his life. Who would have it been with? It hurt how no one noticed. He was constantly pushed up against lockers and verbally abused and yet, no one really did anything about it. He hated how Karofsky could get away with ruining his high school life. Kurt wondered how life would have played out if he was straight. Would it be more merciful? Kurt shook his head. He couldn't imagine himself straight.

A shadow fell upon him. Kurt jumped up, his body automatically going on fight or flight mode. Most probably flight. But instead of Karofsky, a shorter boy stood in front of him. He had black curls, but what attracted Kurt's attention were his eyes. They were like molten gold.

'Um. You're sitting in my place.' the boy said awkwardly. Kurt stepped aside, his wide eyes still staring at the strange boy. He wore all black, but managed to pull off the look without looking goth. He held a large sketchpad, a stand and a box which most probably held his pencil and charcoals. The boy sat down and pulled the stand upright. He placed his sketchbook a opened a page with a half done portrait on it. Kurt stared at him, fascinated by his movements. The boy looked up and gold met blue.

" You can sit, you know." the boy said, indicting at the wide space beside him. Kurt quietly sat down at the other end of the bench. He tried to go back into his previous state, but he couldn't. He kept peaking at the strange boy beside him.

"Who is that?" Kurt asked finally, looking at the half done portrait. The boy looked up and looked at him with a strange expression. There was a stretch of silence and Kurt thought that maybe the boy would not answer. Maybe it was a personal question. Kurt looked away, color flooding to his eyes.

"My sister." The boy finally said. He ran a tip of a finger through the coal black hair.

"She's beautiful. Well. Half of her is." Kurt said tilting her head.

The boy smiled, but it was tinted with sadness. Kurt couldn't help feeling like this boy hadn't smiled in quite a while and it had something to do with his sister. The boy's voice brought Kurt's gaze back on him.

"She's in a coma."

Shock ran through Kurt.

"I'm sorry."

"Humans are so prone to apologizing for something that's not their fault and denying something that is." The boy smiled again, this time bitterly.

"Tell me about it." Kurt said, thinking about Karofsky and Principle Sue. But, once again, his attention was caught by the portrait, how beautifully it was drawn and what must have happened to this young girl, that she ended up in a coma.

"I did this to her." The boy said in a soft voice. What did he mean by that? Kurt realized that this boy was just like the sea. A whole being full of possibilities.

"How'd you-" Kurt began.

"Know what you were thinking? Everyone does. I'm feeling merciful today."

Kurt remained silent. His thoughts were screaming, telling him this boy could be dangerous, demanding to at least ask him what he meant by that.

"Why's she half done?" Kurt asked instead. The boy's eyes widened slightly. It was not what he was expecting.

He let out a sigh.

"I don't know. I can't complete it. Even though I see her everyday, I can't complete it." He sounded frustrated. Kurt thought about how he felt when he couldn't carry out a note. He nodded. He jumped when his phone started belting out Defying Gravity. Blushing, he reached for his phone and saw Mercedes calling.

"Hey."

"KURT!"

"Rachel?" Kurt pulled his phone away from his ear. Why was Rachel yelling?

"KURT, KURT! GET TO THE CHOIR ROOM! NOW! NAAAOOOWWW!" And she hung up. Kurt stared at his phone, blinking at it. He looked up to see the boy trying to suppress a smile. A real smile.

"Well. I'm sure most of Western Ohio heard that. So. Um, bye." Kurt got up quickly, unsure of what to do. After all, this was a stranger. He waved awkwardly and set off. He smiled when the boy's voice was carried to him.

"Good bye, Kurt!"