Kurt's POV
School is difficult.
Most of it is spent trying to impress people you can't even spend more than 10 minutes with in conversation. So when you decide to be your own person and be "a leader"…. Why is it so damn difficult?
That however is not what I hate the most about school. Not even partially close. I hate the work, I hate that you a required so much and sometimes you simply can't give as much as wanted. I know life is hard, but mine just seemed so much more difficult than anyone else's.
"I have been here for 3 minutes Kurt, which is 2 minutes and 59 seconds too much." I looked up to see Sebastian staring down at me from his idle placement across the slim tabled of the Lima Bean.
"I was hoping you would go away."
"Not until you explain to me why the hell you ran away." He sniffled before leaning back in his chair so that his crotch was more visible and his shoulders were back.
I laughed to myself. "I don't owe you anything. We made a deal, your story for mine. I simply do not have a story to tell.
He remained silent for a long while and I followed. My fingers hurriedly moved across the keyboard while my eyes darted back and fourth following; sadly even after 15 consecutive minutes if typing all i seemed to do was come back to holding down that ever so shameful backspace, erasing the papers contents.
"What are you writing?"
I reply keeping my eyes still on the computer. "We have to write about Romeo and Juliet for English, and i can't seem to get past the first paragraph."
"Let me see." He holds out his hands and i give in; handing the laptop to him gently.
Kurt Hummel
1-19-12
Romeo and Juliet is an age old story about unaccepted love between 2 unfortunate people in unfortunate circumstances.
"The reason you cannot write it is because you are lying." He smirks picking up his coffee and taking a sip.
"Excuse me?"
Laughter filled his voice. "That is the answer anyone would give. It's your paper not everyone else's in the class, but you are taking the easy way out by giving the universal answer and that is why you can't write it."
I let his words sink in before chuckling under my breath, "Okay, since you all of a sudden have gained the intelligence of Shakespeare; what do you reckon this is about?"
"I reckon it's about 2 idiots who fell in love with the wrong people. You love may be beautiful or what ever but it is also ignorant and selfish."
"Do continue." My full attention now on him.
"Well, how long do high school relationships normally last? maybe 1 year tops. These kids have ended their lives over a 365 day relationship and for what? When you are a teenager you feel unstoppable and that you know everything, but your and idiot really, you know nothing, i know nothing, they... know nothing."
"You're right Sebastian. You know nothing. Guessing that you have never been in love, you don't know what it feels like to be completely happy and content with a person, with yourself. You see when you are in love you don't think about a future, not without that person at least because you don't see one. And maybe you are right, maybe they don't last, maybe they did kill themselves for a 365 day relationship but it would not have mattered if it took them one day to fall in love with each other, right then and right there, they were unstoppable. They were invincible, and a soul couldn't tell them otherwise."
"Is that why your letting this Blaine boy beat the shit out of you every day?"
I choked on my own spit and my eyes shot open with the realization of what he had just said. "What?"
"You screamed in your sleep that night." He drank more of his coffee. "You screamed for him to stop, and he didn't I'm guessing, because you didn't stop screaming."
"So I had a nightmare... your point?"
"No point, just truth."
My eyes darkened. "You know nothing Smythe."
"Explain it to me then, explain to me right now where the bruises come from and why you look as though you have not eaten in days?"
"Stop."
"Or why you have these oh so frightening nightmares or why you got butt raped in a gay bar and left on the floor!"
"I didn't."
"And you still lying to me! Kurt, I want to help you and you can't even tell me the truth."
I would not look up at him.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me he didn't do this, go ahead Kurt! tell me you're okay, tel me and I'll believe you, hell I'll leave you alone, stay in Westerville and never worry about Kurt Hummel again."
I closed my laptop and put it in my back pack, standing and looking back towards Sebastian. "You know nothing."
3rd POV.
Kurt looked on the break of tears. Sebastian didn't know him, i mean, he may know him better than most people, but he knew the Kurt he left 4 years ago, and that had not been him in a long time. He made his way towards the door, but he slowed halfway there and his eyes shut before he hit the ground and the rest went completely blank.
It had been 2 hours before Kurt actually opened is eyes again, adjusting them to the new lighting. 2 minutes was how long it took before he realized he was in a car, and 127 seconds was how long it took to realize he was in the car with a Sebastian.
"Drink this." In Sebastian's hand was a bottle of water, Kurt looked at it before deciding to take it anyway. He would pay for it later, but to be honest he ended up paying for just about anything he did, he was so damn useless. "Dehydration, or starvation?"
"How did you get me in here?" Kurt's voice was small and hoarse. I mean he hadn't actually hear the high pitched over-enthusiastic part of him in a long while now, but it just sounded down right deadly now.
"I picked your boney ass up, and put you in the car. What do you not get?"
Kurt flinched at the tone. "Why are you yelling?"
"I have the right to yell, don't believe me? Look at our constitution."
Kurt closed my mouth and didn't open it.
"Where are we going?" He said low, afraid to do anything to upset Sebastian. This what Blaine looked like when his was his most pissed of, and to be honest, Kurt was drained, he was sick and tired, and he just wanted to die.
"No where, anywhere."
"I'm sorry."
Sebastian shook his head. "don't. You're not sorry for what you need to be sorry for."
"What exactly do I need to be sorry for?"
"Fine." He pulled over to the emergency lane on the highway in one swift turn. "You. Are. Dying. You're killing yourself, and you don't even care."
"I'm fine!" I raised my voice, not sure as to convince my self or Sebastian.
"Kurt you can't even walk without feeling light headed and you want to tell me your fine. You got raped Kurt, and you know how I know? Because that's the shit I used to see happen to you all the time, and guess who was always there, EVERY FUCKING TIME to clean up your mess Kurt? I was! And you have he audacity to look me in the face and tell me you are fine!"
"Sebastian stop."
"Shut up Kurt. You want to hate the world, then feel free to do it, but when you die, you won't hurt yourself... I'm the one who gets hurt, your dad gets hurt, your friends get hurt. And that's nothing but selfish."
"YOU DON'T GET IT." I yell at him, finally upset enough to let go of my anger. "You are Sebastian fucking Smythe, you get what ever you want, do whatever you want, do who ever you want. I am not you, my mom dies before I'm a teenager , my dad almost died, I didnt get into a play because my boyfriend was better , I can get any solos because I'm not talented enough. You don't get what it's like to be the most useless piece of crap in the whole world and I sure as hell hope you never know what that feels like."
"Kurt."
"You left! And fate has all this lined up to go some way, you were supposed to leave me , but it doesn't make it hurt any less."
"So you want to die a skeleton because life got tough?"
Sebastian said nothing, neither did Kurt. They pulled up to Kurt's house and Kurt got out looking dead Sebastian.
"don't come by here anymore, if you see me, don't talk to me, I won't go to the lima Bean anymore, that way I am no longer your problem and we can forget, easy." Kurt started walking toward his door before turning one more time. "I want to die worth it."