breaking hearts for far too long

Never until landing in Darrow has Kurt quite understood the meaning of crawling under one's skin. Countless times over high school years, Kurt's felt the quick pulse of his heart in his ears, the tight restriction of his breathing, the buzz of anticipation. He's felt a constant churning of his stomach, known the feeling of a heart leaping into his throat, the feeling of weightlessness that comes with the complete unexpected — these are sensations that Kurt's learned from being a teenager.

But in Darrow, he's learning something similar, yet not quite the same: the sensation that comes with being altogether too small.

There are people who have vanished these past few weeks, whisked away to another realm, another reality, one that he's only barely brushed by before, and yet still feels irrevocably changed by. He remembers the raining ash and the screams of children burning from inside out, and in spite of the lingering autumn sun above and the coffee cup warm against the palm of his hand, it's that he sees and feels, driving a sudden shiver up his spine.

And he just can't.

The high pile of Shakespeare plays on his table go untouched as Kurt jolts back, staring at all of it with wide eyes as his arms quickly cross in front of his waist.


[ dated to after all the silent hill shenanigans ]

between the drinks and subtle things

Tonight is one of the moments that Kurt's been eagerly waiting for ever since he started watching college flicks back in his middle school days. As much as he claims to turn his nose up at the idea of debauchery for its own sake, there's also something about it that intrigues him, a loosening of collars and letting down of hair between a group of people who are at that point in their lives, chaotic and wanting little more than to explore. This is what being young should be all about, and these are the last years that they have before adulthood slams down on all of them with its weighted responsibilities, and Kurt plans to soak up every last second of it: his first college party.

Truth be told, there have been a few other opportunities since the start of term in September, ones that slipped Kurt by in his flurry of auditions and general college-related panic. But Kurt thinks that there's something said for making a later entrance than most, and he can think of little time better than for a party specifically catered to his strengths — it's Halloween night, and the party organizers have requested that everyone comes in costume. On his part, Kurt may have spent a bit more time than necessary putting together a tailored and flattering replica of James Dean's iconic outfit from Rebel Without A Cause, but one look at how the jeans hug his hips so well, and Kurt files the thought away as time well spent.

But when he steps inside the suite, a large and open space shared by four seniors, and finds himself greeted only by a handful of people awkwardly lingering in the corners, Kurt immediately reconsiders.

Maybe this isn't the grand entrance he was hoping for.


[ Dated to Halloween evening (which probably explains the poor state of the party, because Wednesday night, smh). Create a ruckus, spike the punch, or take off early with another partygoer and leave the poor excuse for a party behind! If you'd like to thread with Kurt, just let me know somehow in your top-level (he's not getting one of his own). More info here. ]