AN: Sorry for the late posting i have a Spanish speaking GCSE next week, no me gusta. Only one letter in this one, I felt it appropriate.
Chapter 4
Kurt woke drearily the next day, he switched the alarm clock off with more force than necessary. He showered and got dressed in a half-sleepy state it was a Sunday and But was at the garage with Finn and Carole was shopping so he went for breakfast on his own. He groaned and cursed Finn under his breath for using the rest of the milk, he headed upstairs to grab his phone from his nightstand. He searched around for his wallet, but he couldn't find it anywhere Kurt fumbled around with his bed sheets and rifled through the cupboards. He had it yesterday when he was at the tree and then-
"Shit!"
It was raining last night as well. He grabbed his keys and headed out, he drove through the familiar route and pulled up in his usual spot. Kurt clambered out of the car and got on his hands and knees and crawled desperately, searching for his wallet he reached the tree and it was nowhere to be seen. He sighed groggily, gave up searching and climbed onto the tree settling himself and reaching out for the book and felt something hard and lumpy inside the book. Kurt opened it carefully and found his wallet perfectly dry and intact, he read the page:
Kurt,
I found you wallet on the ground next to our tree.
Kurt smiled at the word our
I knew it was yours because I look inside. There was a picture, of a little boy with chestnut hair and a goofy grin on his face, his eyes were shining a bright blue and he was clutching onto someone's arm. A women's arm, the boy was identical to the women except she had more laughter lines and longer hair. She was looking at the boy her eyes shone with love and compassion. It was you wasn't it? And your mom, I'm incredibly sorry if me looking in your wallet was really rude and unnecessary. I'm sorry about your mom, truly sorry. Awkward moment when that wasn't you… I'm pretty sure it is though.
Anyway yeah this is my schools grounds, I love it here as well. I like it more than my own home sometimes.
Its fine by the way, it was a while ago and I have gotten over it. And don't ever think your problems are inadequate because they are not, you're not a whiny child you are a worried person and that's fine, its normal. And totally not selfish at all trust me!
How do I keep myself going? Good question, I sing mostly. I am in my school's Glee club we're called the Warblers. I love it, when I sing, it all goes away, I forgot about my problems and lose myself in the music ad the lyrics. And that's how I carry on.
Are you sure you're fine? You sound like your trying to convince yourself that more than me, why is that?
I'm so glad you have really supportive friends! Good luck for when you come out to your family.
Blaine-x
Kurt was silent for a few minutes before he burst into silent sobs, Blaine had seen the picture of him and his mom and the things he said were so heartfelt and beautiful. Is this what it feels like for someone to truly care? For someone to ask them how they were and not expecting them to ask back, even though they had there own problems and issues. Someone who didn't expect anything from him. Sure his friends cared but when they see him, getting slushied or shoved into lockers and dumpsters they don't call the bullies out, they don't say 'hey cut it out' they just ask him if he's okay and move on. It was a great feeling.