as always a disclaimer: i do not own glee or any of the characters in this fic
it wasn't meant to be like this. it was meant to be a stupid night out. some impulsive fun, something new or exciting. it wasn't supposed to end like this. but does anyone know how a night is going to end? it's not supposed to go like this. it's not right and it's not okay - but we keep singing anyway right? the show must always go on.
it always starts with a choice. it in no way was his fault, but things aren't always as innocent as they seem.
sneaking into a gay bar, underage, surrounded by drunken strangers, with a meerkat trying to get into your boyfriend's pants, and said boyfriend notorious for making... choices whilst drunk?
well, when you put it like that it seems like a choice no rational person would consider. especially one kurt hummel.
but sometimes we make mistakes - especially when thinking of the one we love (or think we love).
someone who feels like you've known forever, someone who cares for you, someone you never want to disappoint.
for kurt, this applies to two people - his father, of course, and one blaine anderson.
everyone makes mistakes. everyone has moments they'd give anything to take back. and one young countertenor from lima, ohio has two of these moments he'll forever regret.
his first, the argument with his dad over friday night dinner - if that conversation was going to be the last between him and his father, he wouldn't know how to live.
so he never skipped another friday night dinner, and always ensures to never leave a conversation with his father on a bad note - no matter how hard it gets.
he can't have the last thing his father hears or says to him be one out of disappointment, anger or spite.
and the second- well. you'll have to see.
the night, already, was an intense blur - the lights, colours, smells; the surprising openness of a crowded and enclosed space because for once these people were free to just be.
he spoke to karofsky - a year ago this would be a recipe for disaster and a surefire way to enter a panic attack from just thinking of how it could go.
but now? things couldn't be more opposite.
it was bittersweet - he was happy for the ex-bully and how much he'd grown, but he knew all too well how popular you could become being openly gay in ohio.
and by popular, i mean well acquainted with slushy stained clothes, the dumpster floor, the locker doors and the many joys of the english language in hands (or mouths i guess) of the neanderthals who had to rub their braincells together to come up with an overused slur. he couldn't hold it against karofsky anymore. sure, kurt understood karofsky's intentions but that didn't excuse his actions or make them ok.
it's funny how people do that - have good intentions but make all the wrong choices. there's no escaping it really; we're all human.
as kurt thought this and said a short goodbye to his former tormentor (now friend) he didn't realise just how true those words would ring