AN: This is set during "On My Way" and it's a little Furt moment which I do believe season 3 lacked a lot of. I almost think it could be expanded into a oneshot if I have interest as I reached my word limit and it still feels incomplete to me. Let me know if anyone is interested in an expanded version.

Inspired by lyrics from "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched

It didn't happen much, but Kurt and I were home alone that afternoon. Though I made us both grilled cheese sandwiches, I wasn't really hungry and apparently neither was Kurt as he was pulling the crust off the bread. I had a feeling we were both thinking about the same thing - the news of Karofsky's attempted suicide.

The news had come as a surprise to me and it was all people seemed to talk about at school today. I hadn't joined in though. I couldn't understand why someone would attempt to take their own life. I had played football with the guy since sixth grade and I had thought I had known him. The last year had shown me how little I really did. Still, the seemingly careless way some of my other teammates had dismissed the subject was still bothering me. The locker room talk had ended with a casual phrase that I hadn't understood.

"Kurt, do you know what C'est La Vie means?"

"It's French. Basically it translates to such is life."

I nod and look back down at the sandwich I had taken two bites from.

"Why?"

"Just something I overheard in the locker room."

"In connection with Karofsky?"

"Yeah," I admit, not able to lie to him. "Seems kind of a cold sentiment to me, but I guess some of the guys are like me in that they can't understand how someone could take their own life."

"Of course you can't," Kurt commented, a hint of contempt in his voice.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're football players. You rule the school so of course you wouldn't understand what it feels like to feel as if the whole world is against you and you don't have anything to live for. And yeah, maybe you got a little taste of it being in Glee, but think about what you did to try to keep your teammate's respect for you. No one likes to feel like an outcast but being an outcast and alone can be overwhelming."

Something about the way he's talking is making me uneasy. "Kurt, did you ever . . . have you ever thought about. . ."

I let my words trail off, unable to continue but it's enough for Kurt to understand where I'm going.

"Yes. Sophomore year. I felt like I was alone and I had nothing to live for. I went as far as buying a pocket knife, planning on slitting my wrists, which come to find out isn't the most successful method."

"What changed?"

"Someone shoved me into a locker and for once someone stood up for me. It was enough to give me hope that maybe things would get better someday."

I remembered the incident. It was one of the first times I had stood up for Kurt at all and it hadn't seemed like a big deal to me then. It wasn't like I had been consistent in standing up for Kurt after that. Apparently, it had meant more than I thought.