Parting
His world stopped. He couldn't feel anything any more. Kurt was leaving. Designer cladded legs were walking out of his room, his life, his heart and Will couldn't do anything to stop him. He didn't blame him. Kurt would be happy at Dalton. Accepted. Welcomed. That was what was important right? Kurt's happiness? He tried to tell himself that but as the words went round and round in his head he was finding it harder and harder to convince himself that it was true. He cleared his throat as the door shut, the light slamming of the door covering up the sound of his heart breaking. As he broke the dejected chatter coming from the remaining members of Glee, he told himself that Kurt was parting from the school, from Glee, not from him. It was still a parting that was tearing his heart apart.