wrote this awhile back but never got a chance to upload it enjoy

People thought of Kurt as porcelain because of his skin, his delicateness, cause of his sensitivity.

Sometimes his friends called him it, Coach Sylvester called him that, and even his dad had called him that once.

Porcelain was just a part of his life like, Kurtie, or Lady.

Even fag, it was just a name like all the others.

He considered himself greanite, with a smooth surface, hard; ready to take whatever life threw at him.

He never thought of himself as porcelain 'till that one day.

Kurt had been waiting for Blaine at the Lima Bean.

Blaine had texted him saying he'd be a little late.

When Blaine had finally showed, he had an air of finality hanging about him.

Kurt had smiled at him and tried to start up a conversation with him when Blaine had interupped him.

Five words.

That's all it took.

Five.

"Kurt, I don't love you."

That's all it took for Kurt to finally think of himself as porcelain.

And that's all it took for him to shatter like porcelain too.