Because of certain events on Tumblr tonight, I just had to do a second drabble for today. (Plus, I'm kinda busy tomorrow.) This is dedicated to Chey (darrenchrist on Tumblr) who probably won't see this and whom I've never met, but totally deserves every ounce of love and concern that smothered her dash tonight.

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Kurt sat on his bed, wiping at his eyes furiously with the back of his hand. Damn Karofsky, damn Figgins, damn McKinley… and damn his sexuality. Why did he bring so much torment on himself and those around him?

Maybe he should just…no. There he was, thinking like that again. It…it wasn't his time yet.

Was it?

"Kurt?" A voice broke his inner turmoil. "Are you okay? You're crying…"

"M'fine, Finn. Go away." Kurt's voice was thick with emotion, and even dull, naïve Finn could see that Kurt was not fine.

"Come here. No seriously, come here," Finn commanded, pulling his brother up off the bed. "Follow me."

"Finn…" Kurt warned, but the tall boy paid no heed. Careful not to wake their sleeping parents, the boys snuck across the hall to the guest bedroom, closing the door softly behind them.

"All right, over here," Finn whispered as he opened the porch door. "Out here. You'll love it."

Kurt huffed. "Finn, really, I'm fine…"

The taller boy just shook his head and walked onto the porch, quickly climbing over the railing onto the roof. He motioned for the other boy to follow, so Kurt reluctantly hopped over the wooden rail, balancing carefully on the slanted tiles. Finn grabbed his hand, leading him over to a more level spot.

"Sit," Finn commanded, and Kurt silently obeyed, frowning.

"What are we even-?"

"Look up." Finn swiveled his head upwards, so Kurt did the same.

"Oh." The word left Kurt's mouth in rush of air, almost a sigh. "Wow."

The stars were splattered across the sky like freckles across a clear, dark face. They pulsed and wavered and glittered above him, like living, breathing angels hovering above his head. Finn smiled, sighing a bit.

"Makes you realize how little you are. How…alone," Kurt murmured softly, resting his hand under his chin.

"You're not alone," Finn said, voice deep and quiet and strong. "You're never alone."

Kurt blushed a little under Finn's intense gaze. Finn was silly, and arrogant, and sort of dumb, but he just knew things sometimes, things no one else knew or could vocalize.

"The stars…don't they make you see how special you are? That you – you, out of so many moments and mishaps and years of history – you were born to see these beautiful stars? You were special enough to be here, to experience life? That's what they do to me."

Finn ducked his head, smiling sadly. Taking his hand, Kurt kissed the boy's cheek, grinning. "Thanks, Finn."

"No problem, Kurt."

They sat on the roof until they fell asleep, hand-in-hand, hearts intertwined.

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(I told you some would be short.)

If any of you ever need to talk, ever, just PM me, okay? I'm serious. You're never alone.