and eternal fashion icons

Like Dreamers Do

I was having feelings about Glee being gone, and I thought Kurt might be too

In his dream, a clock spins backwards. There are hazy snippets of stories that blur and blend and spin out bizarrely in the way that dreams always do: He never auditions for Glee club. He’s a Cheerio. A skank. A football player. A shadow creeping along lockers hoping to never be seen. He works in his dad’s garage instead of singing. He joins glee club but never meets Blaine, always just narrowly misses crossing paths like lines traveling parallel, never connecting, over and over again for all eternity. He becomes a teacher, a writer, a chef, a fashion icon. 

The dream splinters off and he winds up here, in the apartment in the same city at the same school pursing the same roles and performances. But he’s alone. He hasn’t just missed Blaine, he’s missed everyone.

He wakes up cold.

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