Hey people! Earlier today, I was listening to some stuff about King Arthur, and one of the songs reminded me of Kurt so… I just had to write this!
The story must go on!
Kurt wasn't one to concentrate on one thing for a long period of time. Sure, the pages of Vogue held valuable information but, as his father kept reminding him, other things were worth concentrating on. But dad's focus on that was school, of course.
So, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table lay in his hands, as the pages seemed to turn the haven like basement into an elegant castle. Thank god, Ms. Evans assigned this book.
When things got bad, all he had to do was pick up the book, and go off into his own world.
The Lady of Shallot always seemed to have some kind of effect on him, as though her spirit was in the room, watching. She was so strong. She dealt with being alone her whole life, only to fall for someone she couldn't have.
She and I are made out of the same cloth. We always fall for someone we can't have, someone who is already in love. Finn is already in love with his Queen Guinevere.
We put up a lot of crap, to have our shot at a happy ending, only to fail. The Diva- off with Rachel entered his mind, and she still got to have her solo.
But we always find a way to deal with it. She had her sewing. He had his singing.
And, unlike her, I will get out of it alive. Kurt thought, setting down the book.
"A wise choice, my lord." The wind whispered, outside his window.
"You were strong enough to sacrifice your life to see Lancelot, but you killed yourself in the process."
"I was a fool. But thou knows better than to fall for the knight that will never love you."
"I will hope for the best, but I won't die of heartbreak."