Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer
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People had started filing into the room for the next class, so Kurt linked his arm with Kevin's and led him from the room, saying, "You'd better not have class right now, because we're getting coffee at the cart downstairs and you're going to tell me everything about you."
"Well, I was going to go find the library," Kevin said, shuffling along next to Kurt in his loose (oh, god why?) sandals, "but I like your plan better."
Kevin ordered his latte with hazelnut flavoring instead of caramel, but otherwise they were roughly the same, and the two of them sat at a table near the cart.
Kurt began his questions by asking, "Who did you grow up with?"
"My mom. You?"
"My dad, Burt Hummel," Kurt replied. "And my mom. She died when I was seven."
"I never had a dad," Kevin said softly, taking a sip of his coffee. "Mom said he died when I was little."
Kurt wanted to ask if he and Kevin looked anything like Kevin's mom, but he suspected they didn't. Kurt's mom, on the other hand... He didn't, though. Instead, he cleared his throat a little and asked, "Favorite music?"
Kevin shrugged one shoulder and it was weird, because that was one of those gestures Kurt used pretty often, but few others did. It was almost like looking in a (fashion deranged) mirror. "Mostly Indie rock. You?"
"Show tunes," Kurt admitted, refusing to blush. "And Lady Gaga."
Chuckling a little, Kevin asked, "Gay?"
The absolute lack of malice in Kevin's question made it easy for Kurt to answer with a nod, "Quite. And you're straight?"
Kevin burst out laughing. "Oh my god, no! Also very, very gay."
"I guess we really are born this way," Kurt quipped, taking a sip of his coffee. "Okay, so! Gossip! Boyfriend?"
"I've had a few," Kevin nodded. "None at the moment, though." Smirking, he added, "Kinda looking forward to the whole college playing-the-field thing before I get into anything serious. You?"
"One," Kurt replied, frowning a little at the unromantic thought of "hooking up" with random guys. "One boyfriend. He's still in Ohio, so we're doing the whole long-distance thing."
Nodding, Kevin asked, "What's his name? Is he hot?"
Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket and called up a picture of him and Blaine from that summer at King's Island. "His name is Blaine. We've been together for a year and a half."
"Aw," Kevin cooed. "You two look so cute together. Also, holy crap, did you grow up on a farm or something?"
Startled by the question, it took Kurt a second while he took his phone back before he could reply, "What? No! Why would you ask that?"
"Dude," Kevin cried, poking Kurt's bicep. "I play baseball and I'm not even that ripped! What, were you on the swim team or something?"
Kurt frowned, looking at his arm, surprised that someone had noticed. "No. Why would I let chlorine touch all this?" He motioned with his open hand drawing a circle in from of his face. "Look, I guess I just... Ohio's not the greatest place, alright? I mean, dancing for show choir did a lot of this, but Finn sort of convinced me that the best defense was a good offense... He tends to think in football terms."
"Finn...?"
"Oh, my stepbrother," Kurt explained. "My dad remarried two years ago." Kurt still had his phone out on the table, so he flipped through his pictures until he found the one he was looking for, "Here. This is all of us."
"Your dad is Burt Hummel, the congressman?" Kevin asked, incredulous. Then he added, "I can really see the resemblance..."
Kurt thought that Kevin looked like a guy having his whole world ripped out from under him and guessed that he looked nothing like his mother. Kurt couldn't wait to call his dad and ask what was going on. In the meantime, Kurt smiled at the boy he was almost sure was his brother and asked, "So, baseball? What's that like? I imagine the stirrup paints must be hideous."
"Well, I was going to go find the library," Kevin said, shuffling along next to Kurt in his loose (oh, god why?) sandals, "but I like your plan better."
Kevin ordered his latte with hazelnut flavoring instead of caramel, but otherwise they were roughly the same, and the two of them sat at a table near the cart.
Kurt began his questions by asking, "Who did you grow up with?"
"My mom. You?"
"My dad, Burt Hummel," Kurt replied. "And my mom. She died when I was seven."
"I never had a dad," Kevin said softly, taking a sip of his coffee. "Mom said he died when I was little."
Kurt wanted to ask if he and Kevin looked anything like Kevin's mom, but he suspected they didn't. Kurt's mom, on the other hand... He didn't, though. Instead, he cleared his throat a little and asked, "Favorite music?"
Kevin shrugged one shoulder and it was weird, because that was one of those gestures Kurt used pretty often, but few others did. It was almost like looking in a (fashion deranged) mirror. "Mostly Indie rock. You?"
"Show tunes," Kurt admitted, refusing to blush. "And Lady Gaga."
Chuckling a little, Kevin asked, "Gay?"
The absolute lack of malice in Kevin's question made it easy for Kurt to answer with a nod, "Quite. And you're straight?"
Kevin burst out laughing. "Oh my god, no! Also very, very gay."
"I guess we really are born this way," Kurt quipped, taking a sip of his coffee. "Okay, so! Gossip! Boyfriend?"
"I've had a few," Kevin nodded. "None at the moment, though." Smirking, he added, "Kinda looking forward to the whole college playing-the-field thing before I get into anything serious. You?"
"One," Kurt replied, frowning a little at the unromantic thought of "hooking up" with random guys. "One boyfriend. He's still in Ohio, so we're doing the whole long-distance thing."
Nodding, Kevin asked, "What's his name? Is he hot?"
Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket and called up a picture of him and Blaine from that summer at King's Island. "His name is Blaine. We've been together for a year and a half."
"Aw," Kevin cooed. "You two look so cute together. Also, holy crap, did you grow up on a farm or something?"
Startled by the question, it took Kurt a second while he took his phone back before he could reply, "What? No! Why would you ask that?"
"Dude," Kevin cried, poking Kurt's bicep. "I play baseball and I'm not even that ripped! What, were you on the swim team or something?"
Kurt frowned, looking at his arm, surprised that someone had noticed. "No. Why would I let chlorine touch all this?" He motioned with his open hand drawing a circle in from of his face. "Look, I guess I just... Ohio's not the greatest place, alright? I mean, dancing for show choir did a lot of this, but Finn sort of convinced me that the best defense was a good offense... He tends to think in football terms."
"Finn...?"
"Oh, my stepbrother," Kurt explained. "My dad remarried two years ago." Kurt still had his phone out on the table, so he flipped through his pictures until he found the one he was looking for, "Here. This is all of us."
"Your dad is Burt Hummel, the congressman?" Kevin asked, incredulous. Then he added, "I can really see the resemblance..."
Kurt thought that Kevin looked like a guy having his whole world ripped out from under him and guessed that he looked nothing like his mother. Kurt couldn't wait to call his dad and ask what was going on. In the meantime, Kurt smiled at the boy he was almost sure was his brother and asked, "So, baseball? What's that like? I imagine the stirrup paints must be hideous."
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