AN: inspire by lyrics from "See The Sun" by Dido
"They think I cheated. They think I stuffed the ballot box but I didn't. I might have thought about it, but I didn't do it and I don't even think my dad believes me."
Kurt's words were muffled by both his tears and the fact that he was talking into my shoulder. Hugging him tightly, I let my head rest against his as we stood in the empty classroom we had ducked into.
"It's going to be okay," I told him, making a circular motion on his back with my hand. "It's just a high school election."
"No it isn't. It was my shot at NAYDA and apparently my proof that Dad has absolutely no trust in me."
"We'll figure something out for NAYDA," I tell him, bracing for a verbal onslaught from my emotional boyfriend who was convinced that being class president was the last chance at getting accepted to the prestigious performance arts school.
Kurt pulled away from me. "You don't get! If they suspend me for cheating I can not only kiss NYADA good-bye but any chance at any college! I'll be stuck here in Lima working at the tire shop!"
"You're not going to get suspended Kurt."
"I could! They think I did it and who else would possibly stuff the ballot box so I could win!" Kurt said. He paused and it took a moment for me to read the look he gave me. "You didn't. . ."
"No! Of course not!" I said, not even able to be mad given the emotional distress he was under. I stepped forward and took both of Kurt's hands in my own. "Kurt, just calm down. They've to prove it to suspend you, or your Dad is liable to sue the school from what I hear, and as you didn't do it there is no proof."
"I just really wanted this."
"I know," I told him, pulling him into a hug again.
"Why can't just one good thing happen to me?" Kurt asked quietly, his chin tucked over my shoulder.
"It will! One day it will, I promise you," I told him, knowing in my heart I would do everything in my power to make that statement true.