Prompt: Lesile Knope - "The things that you have done for me - to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy... go above and beyond what any person deserves. You're all I need." - 'Parks and Recreation'
Kurt's piano playing filled the background as I tried to come up with a course load for the fall semester. Looking down at the graph paper I was trying to create a schedule on I felt my panic rising. I had erased some things so many times I couldn't read what was written there, at least one class was repeated, and some of them overlapped.
"This is impossible," I muttered letting my head fall forward onto the table. My forehead made contact with the wood a bit too hard and I was instantly rubbing the spot with the hand not still holding the pencil as the piano music came to a stop.
"I heard that. Are you okay?" Kurt asked, spinning around on the piano bench.
"I will be," I muttered, too embarrassed to look over at him.
Either concern or curiosity caused my stepbrother to get to his feet and soon he was standing next to me. "Want some help?" he asked.
"A full semester of courses should not be this hard to come up with," I replied, not really answering his question. I tossed the pencil down on the ground.
Undeterred by my attitude, Kurt grabbed a chair and pulled it over. Sitting next to me, he picked up the pencil and a blank piece of graph paper. Before I could even think to protest, my stepbrother had made a new blank schedule and was looking over my degree requirements. For the next fifteen minutes, he made notes as he simultaneously looked through the course catalog and asked me questions.
"There, how does that look?" Kurt asked, sliding the schedule over to me.
In front of me was a neatly prepared schedule for my required twelve credits. Kurt had blocked out the times I would need to be at McKinley to help out with the New Directions as well as only schedule one class for me on Fridays. He had managed to do in fifteen minutes what I had been trying fruitlessly to do for the last three days.
"You're amazing," I replied, not sure what else to say.
"I know. I'm just waiting for people on Broadway to make that realization," Kurt said lightly as he got to his feet.
As I watched him return to the piano, not for the first time I wondered why I had ever fought the idea of my mom and his Dad. Despite our rocky past, Kurt had proven time after time to be my biggest supporter. Even when he didn't agree with my decisions, he was still unfailingly by my side. Though I didn't often say it or show it, I knew how lucky I was to have someone like Kurt in my corner.