IT ACTUALLY GOT GOOD AT THE END
KURT GO ROCK NEW YORK
MARLEY GO ROCK NEW DIRECTIONS
JAKE GO JOIN NEW DIRECTIONS
NEW DIRECTIONS KEEP ON NOT BEING DICKS ANYMORE
KITTY GO FALL IN A HOLE
I actually like the new characters more than I do the old ones. -.- WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE SO DAMN ANNOYING
WHY THE FUCK IS KURT WORKING AT THE LIMA BEAN LIKE SEBASTIAN PREDICTED LAST SEASON
I FUCKING HATE THIS
RIB YOU SUCK
-more rant to come-
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EAT ALL THE SHAWARMA xD
EAT ALL THE SHAWARMA.
EAT ALL THE SHAWARMA.
Tarzan discovers the Hakuna Matata lifestyle.
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Kurt couldn’t help the twinge of relief he felt when Dave reassured him that he wouldn’t be able to meet anyone who could compare to him, but he still couldn’t believe it. There was nothing special about Kurt, nothing good enough to keep coming back to, and he kept wondering why Dave even bothered to be with him and love him and make him feel as though he was the most important person in the world, when he knew he wasn’t. Sure, he was talented, and his hair and skin were perfect due to regimen after flawless regimen, but he was aware that he had just as many flaws, if not more, than good qualities. He was bitchy, almost close to Santana’s level, his face was that of a middle-school girl’s, his lips seemed like they were just a colored part of his skin, he had a lisp…there were an endless amount of things he could list.
Kurt didn’t voice any of this, not wanting his boyfriend to get annoyed with him, but he did let out a bitter scoff, disbelieving. Dave could have better than him; someone more…masculine, and liked the same things Dave did. Dating Kurt was like dating a girl, which he’d been told by Mr. Anderson when he and Blaine had still been together. He froze, though, when Dave talked about not being to do…that. Though Kurt wouldn’t believe that his lover couldn’t go through with something like that just because of him, it still made the pain and fear in his chest lighten. “Good, Dave, just…” he swallowed, trying not to think of what would happen if Dave did attempt suicide again. He couldn’t bear to imagine it. “Just think of me, your friends, your family, and everyone who loves and supports you no matter what if times get tough. I don’t think any one of those people want you to feel like it’s too hard, okay?”
Kurt thought of Dave being tormented by homophobes, going through the same thing he had and Carmel, and suddenly, New York was steadily dropping on his list of priorities, Dave rising to the top. He wondered if there were community colleges near OSU that Kurt could go to, and if his dad would be opposed to him staying home. Whoever had said ‘When you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours, if it doesn’t, it never was’ had to have known nothing about love. If you loved something (or someone, in this case), you held on it as tightly as you could and made sure it never wanted to go. And that was exactly what he would do with Dave. “I, um…” Kurt bit his lip, already planning out what he would do. “I should probably go. Packing and whatnot,” he let out a fake laugh, which he immediately knew sounded suspicious. “Um, I’ll see you soon, Dave,” he said softly. “I love you, bye.” Now it was time to figure out how he was going to do this.
Kurt wondered exactly how Dave could practically read his mind so well. The man captured all of the thoughts that were jumbled inside of his head, and managed to articulate them perfectly for him. He shook his head, letting out a laugh that was filled with pure warmth. “How do you understand me like no one else can?” he asked, though the question was almost rhetorical. After all, it had been one of the reasons why Kurt had fallen head over designer boots for Dave in the first place, and one of the most significant at that. He wondered why it still wasn’t easy for them; after all the hell the two of them had been through, why was it that they still had more to face? In a more perfect world, their relationship wouldn’t have to be tested left and right.
“I just…I just keep thinking about all this stuff I didn’t think about before, and I keep panicking,” Kurt admitted, rubbing his hand over his face. “I mean…what if you meet some guy who’s not bitchy like I am, who doesn’t have a gay face, or pear hips, or anything remotely feminine in his looks, and likes football and chocolate biscotti and diabetes-inducing things like you do? You might wanna be with that guy, but you’ll feel too guilty about me being in New York and us still being together to be able to chase after him like you possibly would want to. Or…or, what if we can’t see other for…for years because our schedules are so conflicting…” he rambled all of his irrational fears, standing up and throwing his arms around dramatically.
“—and we’ll fight for so long, and it’ll just be horrible…a-and, what if…what if OSU turns out exactly like how Carmel was?” Kurt asked softly, not wanting to overstep an unspoken boundary by talking about the school where Dave was outed so terribly. He was just scared and worried and it was making him say things that he probably wouldn’t have before. “I…I just don’t want you to get hurt, Dave,” he told the man on the other end of the line. “Not again. You’ve gone through enough pain…I’ve seen you go through so much hurt, and…you can’t go through it again. Especially when I won’t be there to support you.”
Kurt couldn’t help but smile slightly at his lover’s soothing tone, feeling less about calling him so suddenly. “Yeah…” he agreed, clearing his throat to keep the raspy quality out of his voice, not wanting to make his crying obvious. He lifted his sleeve up his eyes, dabbing at the tear streaks lightly. “I just…” Kurt exhaled, not knowing how to phrase his worries. “It feels like everything’s going by so…fast, you know?” he couldn’t help how his voice grew higher when he reached the word ‘fast’, struggling to explain himself.
“Just think, in a few days, we’re gonna be hundreds of miles away from each other, chasing our dreams.” Kurt shrugged, staring at the posters of Broadway musicals he had on his wall, right next to the photos of him and his friends, as well as him and Dave. It seemed to be mocking him, as if that wall was his crossroad, and he had to decide which path to take. And he wasn’t so sure he would be able to pick either one without regretting something, even if just a little. Kurt knew that him and Dave could try the long-distance thing, but he also knew that neither of them could wait forever for the other while living their lives out. They’d miss the comfort of a lover’s embrace, and Skype and phone calls would eventually not be enough. He wanted to try, for the two of them, but he was aware that it wouldn’t fulfilling. They’d have to wait months to see each other if they kept their relationship while going their separate ways, and it couldn’t possibly make either of them happy. He didn’t want to hold Dave back. He also didn’t want to leave the man behind. Especially in Ohio.
Kurt cringed at the thought of Dave still being stuck in Ohio. He knew that it was his lover’s dream to play in the big leagues as a part of the Buckeyes, but Ohio was extremely homophobic, and they both knew it. If Dave wanted to play football at OSU, there was a possibility that he would have to hide his sexuality again just to do so. And Kurt didn’t want him to go back in the closet; especially not after he’d made so much progress. And what if the man was outed yet again? Kurt panicked at the thought. He couldn’t handle another…incident. Not after the last time. Dave couldn’t handle another incident either. Kurt didn’t want him to go through that again, let alone by himself. He internally reminded himself to do a check on OSU, and see how much it cost to go there.
“And…you’re not gonna be there with me,” Kurt whispered to the speaker on his phone, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He winced at how clingy he sounded, but didn’t take it back. Kurt had to let him know that he loved him and needed him, no matter what. He sighed, chuckling softly. “I sound stupid, don’t I?” he asked.