Morning at Home II Dave & Kurt
Kurt didn’t stay on his bed crying. Well, for a minute he did, but he refused to feel sorry for himself again. Instead, he was mad. Not at Dave, but at himself. He had in his own self pity hurt someone he really cared about and he hated that.
He followed Dave up the stairs and out the front door and glanced around for Dave.
Shit, he hoped the other boy hadn’t run off again.
“Dave?”
He hastely started drying away tears. Like fuck was he going to seem like any more of a fucking girl than he already made himself out to be. “Go back inside Kurt. I don’t want to talk.”
Fuck, even his voice sounded weepy. He sniffed up and sighed. “Don’t undervalue yourself, alright. You deserve more than… well, this.”
(Source: vampilicious-kurt, via vampilicious-kurt)