Puzzle Pieces - Prologue
If you would’ve asked sixteen year old Kurt Hummel where he would be in four years he would’ve said New York City like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But at sixteen I always thought i had everything figured out. I dreamt of falling in love in high school with the prep school boy with the bright hazel eyes and breathtaking tenor voice. I dreamt of moving to new york city with my best friend where we would both make it on broadway and become huge stars. I didn’t, however, dream of where I ended up, standing hunched over the bathroom sink begging the contents of my stomach to stay where they are. I shake my head like it will erase the memories of golden green eyes and perfect olive skin. A ghost of my past, the first piece of the puzzle I let slide through my fingers. I look in the mirror at my own eyes, an indiscernible mix of blues and grays and greens, surrounded by damp smudged blackness. The man in the mirror blinks back at me and I can’t help but smile at how wrong my sixteen year old mind had been. I run black nailed fingers through once perfectly coiffed hair, now tipped pink and strategically style to look like I just woke up, and I watch the man in the mirror do the same. At that moment I squeeze my eyes shut because the scent of motel bathroom is too familiar and nauseating and I want to sleep and let the memories swallow me and take me to a better place in my dreams where two boys fall in love and all the pieces fit in place.

The fact that there is a group of people in this world who can see this image and not only know exactly what it is, but also get really excited over it. 

St.Berry duet…. hell yes I ship St.Berry I ship Jesse with everyone, one person should have to deal with all that….. Jesseness alone