AN: Another drabble revolving around "Theatrically". Inspired by lyrics from "Someone's Watching Over Me" by Hilary Duff
Kurt laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling long after Finn's soft snores started filling the room. The other teen's words from earlier in the night still echoed in his head.
"Why can't you just work harder at blending in."*
Kurt wasn't sure why those words had bothered him so much - Karofsky and his pals had said more hurtful things to him - but those nine words had cut deeper than anything the bullies had ever done to him.
Laying in the dark, Kurt realized it wasn't the words; it was who had said them. Those kids at school who mocked and teased him didn't matter. As he had told Finn earlier, they'd be cleaning septic tanks or have other low end jobs when they graduated high school. Their opinions didn't matter to him; Finn's did.
And it wasn't just the crush he had on Finn that made him feel that way. Rachel was right, she had a better chance with Finn than him because she was a girl. He had accepted the reality of that then and there. His crush was like the ones that people had on celebrities - you knew it was never going to happen but it was a nice fantasy. Something to make you feel better when real life was busy seeing how many times it could knock you down.
The simple fact was though, the more time he had spent with Finn the more he had started liking him as a person. Since the quarterback had joined Glee, Kurt liked to think that the two of them had developed some sort of friendship and that Finn felt that way too. After this evening, Kurt doubted that he did. Friend's appreciated you for who you were. They didn't ask you to work harder at blending in because they were uncomfortable with who you were.
And he wouldn't. Kurt had finally found the courage to admit who he was not only to himself but to everyone else as well. No longer did he bother deny being gay when people assumed it. So, he liked guys and cared about how he looked. So what if he liked fashion and wanted to look his best. He was proud of who he was, what he could do, and what he had accomplished. So he wasn't a star athlete; he still held his own during gym class. How many countertenors could say that they had kicked the winning point in a highschool football game? And there weren't many in McKinley, the jocks included, that could survive one of Coach Sylvester's cheerleading practices but not only could he, he did it while singing. His passion was for music but he was so much more than that. He was going so much further than just this town.
He wouldn't try blending in - not for Finn or anyone. The one thing coming out about his sexuality had taught him was that being true to himself was the only way he was ever going to be happy.
*Taken from "Theatricality"