Hi, I know this might be a bit rubbish but me and my friend found inspiration to make a story like this, so I am hoping you like it :)
Happy Reading!
It was a dark and chilly night, too cold to be outside. But Kurt Hummel had to be outside, he couldn't be in that dreadful place any longer. He just couldn't see his father like that, not moving but thankfully breathing.
Sure, Finn and Carole were there, he was thankful for his step-brother and step-mum. But he needed a friend (not family), and those he didn't have.
He wished he had a life where he was loved by another, being applauded on the Broadway stage, baring his soul for an audience, but he had no one there to support him. He couldn't imagine his life without Burt, he was the best friend Kurt had ever had, and he helped his through the hard times. He didn't want his dad to die, not now when he was starting to find himself. He had built up shields because of the bullying he went through in high school. He learnt not to trust anyone, yet when Finn and Carole entered the family he had to trust them. But he couldn't lose his Dad, the only blood relative left.
And, that is why Kurt started walking and didn't stop.
He turned his phone onto silent (he wasn't stupid, anything could happen) and put it into his jacket pocket. He kept walking past various shops and bars, he needed a drink but he had to be sober… in case.
He walked until he couldn't, then he realised where he was, the bad end of town, where his father told him not to go at night, he may have been a grown man but he still listened to his dad.
He started walking back, it was late out and he could barely see where he was going, he saw a figure and immediately tensed up.
Shit he was going to die and no one knew where he was and he was in so much trouble.
But the figure didn't move and something made Kurt gingerly make his way over. Under the streetlight he could see the man better. He was breathing(Thank God) but shivering All he was sitting on was cardboard. He had the most beautiful face, well, from what Kurt could make out from what he could see of side of his face was down on the ground and his eyes were open, but he was looking anywhere but Kurt so Kurt couldn't see his eyes that well.
He was wearing a pair of jeans, dirty, dusty and ripped from being overused. He was wearing a really thin t-shirt. His hair was long and really really curly. It was out of control, but for all Kurt knew this guy could be alone in the world and didn't care about mediocre things like hair or fashion.
So Kurt knelt down to get to the strangers level and gave him a wad of cash, Kurt was going through a bad time, if he could help someone, he could feel a little better.
When the stranger didn't even acknowledge Kurt being there, Kurt walked away back to the hospital.
At the hospital the nurses asked Kurt if he was staying overnight, when he said yes, they prepared a extra bed for Kurt. As Kurt fell asleep, he felt a tiny bit better from helping someone today, even if it was in the littlest way.