Hi! So, I forgot to tell you guys last chapter- the 'intermissions' are the present day, and then there are the flashbacks that tell the story. By the end, the flashbacks will catch up to the present day. So yeah, that's it, hopefully enjoy the story!

Intermission 1

The world seems too big now that I'm out of my dark room. I know I look terrible, but I can't bring myself to care. Grumbling, I grab a granola bar and head off to school. The last time I was there, well… I laugh humorlessly. I'm not going to be able to go in there without breaking down- but my mother doesn't give a shit, of course.

My normal way of getting to school is on my bike. I remember how I first met Kurt... and push the thought out of my mind as my eyes fill with tears. I jump onto the bike and start pedaling, as quickly as I can. I check my watch. I curse. It's 7:47- I was supposed to be at school at 7:30! I get to school and rush in, going to my locker, grabbing my books and heading to class.

"Sorry I'm late, Miss!" I say, frantic and breathless. She looks up from her desk and her eyes fill with sympathy.
"So you're back." She says quietly. "It's okay, take a seat." My blood boils. I don't want special treatment because my boyfriend... passed... I want to be treated normally! I take my regular seat next to Karofsky, but instead of sneering and jeering at me like he normally does, he leans over and whispers, "I'm sorry about Kurt, dude."

I grit my teeth. I want to yell at him and tell him about what the note said. I want to get up and scream how this is his fault, but I don't. I just look down at my desk and say through my teeth,

"Don't be. I don't want your sympathy." Karofsky shrugs and starts drawing on his desk. Bored, I start to draw too, in my notebook. The notebook he bought me. I sigh.

The bell finally rings, and I jump out of my seat eagerly. I go through the rest of the motions, until last period. Glee club. I stand outside the door, hands shaking. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open the door. Oh god.

Everything in here reminds me of him. The chairs I sat in with him when I pretended to listen to Mr. Shue but really thinking about our intertwined hands and about how in hell I managed to get such a perfect boyfriend.

The decorations we all made together in the beginning of the year. I remember he seemed so happy that day...
And then Mr. Shue comes in with coffee.

"Hey everyone, I got you all some coffee, because you all seem exhausted!" He says in an obviously fake cheery voice. Coffee. Right after we met, I took Kurt out for coffe, and he told me his story...

Kurt is quiet at the other end of the table. We've been sitting there in silence since we got our coffee.

"Hey, Kurt... I know we're strangers... but you can talk to me." I coax. I can tell he needs someone to talk to.

"I'm gay." He whispers, almost inaudibly. That takes me by surprise.

"So?" I say, confused.

"I've never told anyone that before." He says, still hushed.

"Oh." We sit there in silence once again.

"So you're not going to beat me or call me a fag or anything?" I wince at the slur.

"No, Kurt. I am too." He visibly relaxes.

"I've never met anyone like me." He murmurs. I smile sadly at him. "Are you... out?"

"Yeah." I reply. "Last year."

"Oh." We sit there in yet another awkward, but somewhat comforting silence.

"You won't judge me?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Of course not." He takes a deep breath. "I've been pretending to be someone I'm not for as long as I remember. I don't even remember who I am- I just know that this is not it." He gestures to his clothes. "I hate these clothes. I hate playing football and I hate kissing my girlfriend." His voice is getting louder and stronger now. "I love broadway musicals and hanging out with girls. I hate hanging out with rowdy, unsanitary, violent boys. I would rather gaze at them secretly with the girls."

"I love singing and dancing. I want to be on broadway one day- but I'm a countertenor. I sing like a girl, and only people who are... gay do that." He spits out the word gay like it's a curse.

"Hey." I warn. "That's kind of offensive." He smiles apologetically.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

"Keep going." I reply.

"So... there's this boy- Finn Hudson. My dad, he's always been really lonely. So I introduced him to Carole Hudson, Finn's mom. They hit it off. I'd never seen my dad happier."

"Things were good until my dad asked Carole to move in with us. Finn and my dad started hanging out all the time, and my dad stopped paying attention to me. I started hating Finn. But then... well, Finn and I had to share a room... and Finn, he found all of my broadway music and fashionable clothes and... and them he looked at me, and laughed and he said, 'What are you, some kind of faggot?'"

"I just looked at him and he knew. He looked so disgusted I just... I ran. I got on my bike ad just... kept going. I didn't even know where. I fell over a rock and... that's where you found me." Kurt's crying now, and I take my hand is his to comfort him. He gapes at me, and I just look at him and say,

"It'll be alright."