Kit Connor Imagines

Coming out

Hello everyone,
This chapter is about you coming out to Kit as queer (you won't break up with him btw)
As a queer person I think it's really awesome when people act cool about your sexuality, and I think Kit totally would.
Let's begin though (:

Kit's POV:

Y/n has been acting differently and it had started to scare me.

She was more jumpy around me and she seemed to be lost in her head most of the time.

When I asked her friends about it, they told me they had noticed too but had no idea of what was going on.

I didn't purposely search for anything, but when I went on our laptop I noticed that the search was entirely deleted.

The one thought that occupied my mind for the biggest part was that she was going to leave me. This part of my brain was the irrational part, the one who criticised itself.

The other part was telling me to stop doubting my girlfriend, because she wouldn't cheat on me.

I tried to give her the space she seemed to need, worrying I might be getting on her nerves.

A few days went by, she only seemed to distance herself more from me and I spoke to her friends more and more.

I still didn't have any idea of what was wrong with her, nor did they and I was starting to become more worried.

It was when I noticed she had been crying that I decided we had to talk to each other about what made her feel like this.

"Y/n?" I ask, poking my head into the room. She looks up from her phone, eyes a bit teary. "Yeah Kit, you need something?" She shuts her phone, laying it down, the display on the sheets. "I was wondering if we could talk."

Her eyes widened at this, but she nodded her head, moving so there was space for the both of us on the bed.

"What's up?" She questions, playing with her fingers on her lap, a nervous habit I noticed on our second date.

"I wanted to talk to you about how you're feeling." She looks at me with her eyebrow raised. "'M fine, why?"

"Y/n, I want you to know that you don't have to tell me anything that you don't feel comfortable with telling me, but all of your friends and I have noticed that you aren't quite yourself right now. You've been distancing yourself so much from me lately and I noticed you had been crying, at that honestly made me cry too."

Y/n's POV:

I thought people wouldn't notice if I kept a little bit of distance but Kit obviously did.

Sometimes I hated him for how caring he was, always looking after me and his friends, no matter what.

The thing was that I came to the realisation that I am queer. It took me a long time to figure it out, but when I did, I wasn't any happier than before.

I was terrified of how people would react to this. There was the chance that Kit would hate me for not telling him sooner or for being queer in general.

I tried to educate myself as much as possible, on different labels, on experiences, on anything I could find.

I spent the time when Kit was away with crying mostly. It was scaring me and it felt wrong to keep this from him, but I had to come to terms with it before he did.

"Kit, I have to tell you something..." I quietly say, my eyes focused on my lap. I could feel my eyes starting to burn, the tears starting to form.

"I hope you won't hate me, but I'm queer." I admit, a few tears falling into my lap.

It was silent for a minute, the both of us not moving the tiniest bit. Then he suddenly hugs me, still quiet.

"I could never hate you for that, Y/n. I'm so proud of you for telling me, okay? Don't ever think you should feel ashamed because of that." I look into his brown eyes and only then I realise how right he is.

"I'm sorry for not telling you." I smile with the tears still in my eyes. "Don't be, you shouldn't come out to anyone because you feel obligated to."

*a little extra for anybody who wants it*

"Kit, there's a package for you!" I shout through our apartment and I hear him rush to me in a matter of seconds.

"That is for you." I can't help but laugh at his adorable smile. Ever since I came out to him I've been feeling a lot better. "You don't have to buy me anything."

When I'm finally in the kitchen I take a knife to open the package. It's pretty small, luckily for me.

When I open it I see a pride flag in the package and I laugh at Kit and all he's done for me.

"And? Do you like it?" He asks, coming into the kitchen.

"I love it." I smile, admiring the little gift he had gotten me.