tough leather.
So here's what you missed on Glee:
Kurt spent his last days as seventeen in the company of friends, specifically throwing a birthday bash with Santana - ( "We're turning eighteen, not eighty.") - and Puck, and being rather aghast at the fact that the latter slept with Betty Rizzo and didn't even know it - ( "Don't even look at me like that, man. I haven't seen Grease a million frickin' times. I don't get a boner from musicals, like you do."). Things got exciting as soon as Kurt experienced his first consensual kiss - ( "Alright?" "Yes.") - but things fell apart a bit after Maxxie told Kurt that he wasn't really in the mind for a date - ( "You're not pressuring, I just... can't. I can't do that really. Sorry."). Poor Kurt.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
There got to be a certain point in every kid's life when fear turned into anger. Cowardice, into defiance. For all that the island scared Kurt Hummel more than the halls of McKinley ever would, with sentient toys seemingly hellbent on killing them all, he found that after a time, he couldn't simply shut himself up in his hut anymore. He couldn't fall into a gripping fear every single time he tried stepping out and into the open. Plenty of people had given him the run-down, explaining that these types of occurrences were normal on the island, but also relatively infrequent; that, if the island turned into hell for an hour, it likely wouldn't return there for weeks on end. And Kurt understood, he really did.
But only after he'd beaten himself out of that immediate and gripping fear did he finally strike out again, mind holding onto whatever details it could, whatever wouldn't send him drowning in the very same feeling that drove him to Dalton. Today, that emotion was anger, a low and simmering bubble as Kurt cursed himself for being the only one on the island with such seemingly thin skin.
In any number of areas.
Today, as soon as sewing class was done, he shoved his materials into his basket and practically shoved it into the drawer that he so rarely used; more often than not, Kurt felt the impulse to take his sewing kit back to his hut, mending clothes, altering them. In that moment, however, he was pretty certain that he wouldn't want to see it again until next lesson. So to hell with it.
Kurt spent his last days as seventeen in the company of friends, specifically throwing a birthday bash with Santana - ( "We're turning eighteen, not eighty.") - and Puck, and being rather aghast at the fact that the latter slept with Betty Rizzo and didn't even know it - ( "Don't even look at me like that, man. I haven't seen Grease a million frickin' times. I don't get a boner from musicals, like you do."). Things got exciting as soon as Kurt experienced his first consensual kiss - ( "Alright?" "Yes.") - but things fell apart a bit after Maxxie told Kurt that he wasn't really in the mind for a date - ( "You're not pressuring, I just... can't. I can't do that really. Sorry."). Poor Kurt.
And that's what you missed on... Glee!
There got to be a certain point in every kid's life when fear turned into anger. Cowardice, into defiance. For all that the island scared Kurt Hummel more than the halls of McKinley ever would, with sentient toys seemingly hellbent on killing them all, he found that after a time, he couldn't simply shut himself up in his hut anymore. He couldn't fall into a gripping fear every single time he tried stepping out and into the open. Plenty of people had given him the run-down, explaining that these types of occurrences were normal on the island, but also relatively infrequent; that, if the island turned into hell for an hour, it likely wouldn't return there for weeks on end. And Kurt understood, he really did.
But only after he'd beaten himself out of that immediate and gripping fear did he finally strike out again, mind holding onto whatever details it could, whatever wouldn't send him drowning in the very same feeling that drove him to Dalton. Today, that emotion was anger, a low and simmering bubble as Kurt cursed himself for being the only one on the island with such seemingly thin skin.
In any number of areas.
Today, as soon as sewing class was done, he shoved his materials into his basket and practically shoved it into the drawer that he so rarely used; more often than not, Kurt felt the impulse to take his sewing kit back to his hut, mending clothes, altering them. In that moment, however, he was pretty certain that he wouldn't want to see it again until next lesson. So to hell with it.