He stands on the bridge, staring over the railing as the cars fly past. He can see the people in them, some smiling as their mouths move, talking or singing along to the radio, he doesn't know. Some are frowning, their brows furrowed as they talk into cell phones. Some are dancing, or trying to.
It would be so easy, he thinks. Just to step on the railing and let go, to fall, fall, fall.
Things would be better, for him at least.
He thinks of his father and how sad he would be if he were gone, can picture the absolute heartbreak on his face when he hears the news. He would probably be the only one who would miss him. His friends, they're all too preoccupied with their own lives. He doesn't begrudge them, just wishes that someone would see him.
Taking a deep breath, he grabs the cold metal of the railing, carefully hauling himself up until he's standing on the concrete that the metal is buried in.
It would be so easy…
"Excuse me?"
He jerks, nearly falling, and then there are strong arms bracing him, helping him down.
"Hey, whoa, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," a voice tells him and he turns to find a boy about his age, his arms still tightly wrapped around his waist. "I just thought you could use some help."
"What?" he rasps, blinking.
"I thought, I don't know, that you were going to jump or something, I guess." The boy finally releases him, looking embarrassed.
He looks down, shrugging, not answering.
"Look, I'm-" The boy breaks off, sighs. "I'm not going to pretend to know your story or anything, but if you need to talk." He can see the boy shuffling his feet nervously. "I do know what it's like to need someone to talk to." He looks up to see the boy staring at him intently before he thrusts a hand out. "My name is Blaine."
He reaches out, grasping the warm hand, feeling the callus' on his fingers. "Kurt," he manages to gasp.
Blaine's face breaks out into a grin. "May I buy you a coffee, Kurt? We don't have to talk or anything," he adds when Kurt just keeps looking at him, "it's just that you look rather cold and some coffee would warm you up."
Kurt hesitates. Isn't this what he wanted? Someone to see him?
"Sure, Blaine, let's get coffee."
