All's Well That Ends Well

I Forgot That You Existed

"Hello, students of the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts. As you may already be aware, an international pandemic has known as Covid-19, or Coronavirus, has broken out across the world. The virus is sweeping through the nation, and as it seems, New York is one of the largest impacted hotspots in the nation. After the board's careful consideration, NYADA directors have decided to enforce the country's impending Shelter-In-Place order, effective immediately. Classes will resume in two weeks online, giving professors the proper time to prepare and distribute work. All students living in dorm halls must evacuate, and pack all of their belongings to take with them. No exceptions will be made, as the health and safety of our students, faculty, and staff is most important now. Information for our graduating class will be provided soon.

Stay safe, we'll get back to you soon.

-NYADA Board of Directors' Office"

Kurt groaned and slammed his computer shut in frustration. He had received the email three days ago and had read it over and over again. As soon as he read it the first time, he searched for a plane ticket back to Lima. He resided in the dorms, and according to the letter, he wouldn't be for very much longer.

In his search, he discovered that ticket prices has raised through the roof, and he had no money. He was a college student after all. His father called him later, and he reluctantly had to explain why he wouldn't be able to make it down to Ohio. Burt understood, but made his son promise to call him at least once a week. And that was the end of that.

But it left Kurt with one more problem: He still had to get out of his dorm.

The day after the email was sent, each boarding student was sent 3 boxes to put their belongings in. Usually, it would be more than enough to use, but Kurt was living in a single room. Without a roommate, the boy figured, he had more space and freedom to make the room truly his. No matter what anyone thought of him, he had to be himself . Truly authentic- and his room had to showcase that. Small, fashionable decor slowly turned into an entire shrine of anything he could find on a bargain. Santana loved to joke that he needed to book an episode of Hoarders, and he started to believe that she was right- not that he'd ever admit it.

Which is how Kurt ended up sitting cross-legged on his floor, across from his best friend, Mercedes, at three in the morning. They had been stuck in his room all day, folding clothes and sorting knick knacks into boxes. Well, Mercedes was putting things away while Kurt babbled on about how much he wished he didn't have to move, especially since it meant he'd have to stay in a cheap motel for god knows how long.

"Why don't you just stay in me and Sam's apartment?" she suggested flatly, drained from a long day of doing her friend's work for him.

At this, Kurt's eyes glanced up at her from his spot. He tilted his head a bit, a few strands of hair falling over his eyes. He searched for any signs of a joke on his friend's face before saying, "Wait, really? Would you seriously let me stay there?" in an unsure voice.

"Of course! I already told you, me and Sam-"

"Sam and I" Kurt interjected.

Mercedes just ignored him and continued on. "-Are flying out to Ohio tomorrow, and it's gonna be free of space anyway. Besides, I love you, and I'd hate for you to catch something in one of those musty ass motels you were looking at."

Kurt stares her down for a while, before his face broke into a huge grin. He jumped up to throw his arms around Mercedes, laughing in disbelief. "Holy shit, I love you so much! Thank you, thank you thank you!"