Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 32: Truth

~He knows, now. ~

If Kurt was honest, he felt like laughing more than anything else.

He had been sitting on his bed, looking around his room for nearly half an hour now and suddenly, he felt like laughing. Because he just realized how dramatic his life had been lately. He had been dumped, rejected by his dream school, sexually assaulted twice, rejected by the one he loved and now the one he loved was gone.

It sounded so much like a bad soap opera he hate-watched on television.

It was so funny in a way that soon Kurt was indeed laughing albeit slightly bitterly. But as he laughed, tears trailed silently down his cheeks and soon, his laughter was replaced by choked sobs. Kurt honestly did not know what to do anymore. He was so tired of everything. Tired of getting hurt, again and again.

“This is so…ridiculous,” Kurt whispered to himself, his left arm covering his eyes as he lay on the bed. “So…fucking ridiculous.”

He did not know whether to feel angry or depressed. Sebastian was gone, to another state perhaps and Kurt could not help but to wonder about the reason why Sebastian had to take such a dramatic action just to get away from Kurt. He wondered briefly whether it was caused by his own harsh words and that thought caused him to feel unsettled.

Giving up on trying thinking of anything, Kurt let out a soft, withering sigh and get up. He was feeling oddly resigned about the whole matter. There was nothing else he could do and he was honestly just so damn exhausted.

I need a break…

As he walked towards the bathroom, his eyes caught sight of something. He turned and walked towards it, kneeling on the floor to get a closer a look. Wedged between his bed and the wall was a blue box, tied closed with a string. Raising an eyebrow, he took it and brought it closer to his face to inspect it. He did not remember ever possessing such a thing and he instantly thought of Sebastian.

Of course, the box must be his.

He set it down on the floor and merely looked at it for one long moment. Written at the side of the box, Kurt noticed, were the names of Sebastian’s parents.

“I still keep the letters…”

“His parents’ letters, huh…” Kurt wondered why Sebastian would forget to bring such a valuable thing, even in his haste. He took the box again and his fingers hovered hesitantly over the string. Kurt bit his lip and took a deep breath. He knew he should not be doing this. But something in his mind told him that he needed to.

So he slowly tugged the end of the string and pulled, untying the box in one motion. He hesitated again before lifting the lid of the box and set it down on the floor. Inside the box was indeed stacks of letters, piled neatly and labeled accordingly. There was one that was labeled “parents’ letters”, one was labeled “Letters to parents” and the other was-

It was-

It was labeled “Letters to Kurt”.

The letters… They were addressed to him. Written by Sebastian but they were never sent to Kurt. He felt his breath caught in his throat as he stared at them. He slowly picked up the stack of letters and sat on his bed, never taking his eyes off the letters in his hands.

There were a total of fifteen letters and they were arranged by date, starting from the day Kurt was admitted in the hospital. He took the first one from the pile and opened the envelope before taking the piece of folded paper inside.

He began to read, holding his breath as he did.

Dear Kurt,

I recently took up this habit of writing letters and I thought I’d write one for you for once. I’m writing this as I sit by your bedside, watching you sleep. You know, you look really different when you sleep. You look more peaceful and relaxed, like you are totally unaware of the world around you.