AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Let It Be Me" by Ray LaMontagne
Once again I was left not knowing what to do with my future. I hadn't gotten into The Actor's Studio. I still had options left open to me though - I could stay here and run Burt's shop or join the Army. I couldn't say either option appealed to me but at least I had options. Earning a living was better than sitting around my parent's home with no job while all my friends were out pursuing their dreams.
As disappointed as I was though, I knew their was someone feeling more devastated than me - Kurt. I had seen it in his eyes at school today. Had known by how quiet he had been and how he had leaned on Blaine as they had walked to Kurt's car this afternoon. Kurt had been dreaming about New York for years, and had his heart set on NYADA in a way that I couldn't understand. I had never set my heart on something for so long just to have it taken from me at the last moment.
Standing outside of his bedroom, I could hear the sobs coming from within. I knocked on the door, not really expecting an answer. After waiting a few seconds, I tried the door knob, which turned easily in my hand. Uninvited I stepped into the room.
Kurt was lying face down on his bed, face buried in his pillow. I wasn't even sure he was aware of my presence. The last time I had seen someone cry so hard was Rachel when she had choked on her NYADA audition. I had done what had felt natural in that moment, and held her as she cried. Right now, nothing felt natural but I wanted to comfort Kurt as I had done Rachel.
Slowly, I crossed over to the bed and gingerly sat down on the edge of it. Reaching out, I let my hand come to rest on Kurt's back, between his shoulder blades, feeling the sobs that shook his body.
"It's over, Finn. Everything I worked so hard for, my last chance to get out of here, to find someplace where I'm accepted for who I am, it's all gone," Kurt managed to get out through his tears.
"It's not over, Kurt. You'll find another way to get to New York."
"How?"
"I don't know, but I'll help you figure it out, just like you've been helping me figure out my future. We'll figure things out together."
I paused for a moment, hoping Kurt would respond. When he didn't, I thought desperately of something else to say.
"Besides Kurt, you already found some place where you're accepted for who you are - this family. No matter what, we've got each other."
"Guess things could be worse," Kurt mumbled against the pillow, though he didn't lift his head. I knew he still had some crying left to do, but afterwards I'd help him find a new path to his dream.