Broken

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POV: Kurt

I wake up to a dark room and panic. Where am I? This isn't the commons that we watched the movie in.

I look around and vaguely remember my surroundings. I'm in my dorm room, but how?

I check the clock and notice that it's somehow eight in the morning and I didn't have a nightmare. This is a rare occasion.

I look over and see Jeff- still asleep, miraculously.

I silently get up and head to the bathroom, keeping quiet enough to not wake Jeff, though with all the energy that boy spends in a day- hell, in an hour- I'm sure he could sleep through the disaster of Pompeii.

I take a shower and realize that I left my clothes outside on my bed. I panic, hoping Jeff is asleep.

I cover up the hickey on my neck with multiple layers of concealer and then try to make it look natural. It looks okay. My water-proof makeup is supposed to be delivered in a few days, so until then I had to be super careful.

I wrap a towel around myself and crack the door open, seeing Jeff awake, but looking at his phone. I quick snatch my clothes and hope he didn't notice me.

He didn't say anything, so I assume he didn't. Who could see how terrible I looked and not comment?

I come out wearing red skinny jeans, a long sleeved white t-shirt and red vest over it and a red fedora. It looks pretty good; I didn't spend all that time in the closet for nothing.

I walk back into the room to find Jeff off his phone, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "You wake up early," he says.

"It's ten," I reply. He looks at the clock, startled. "Also, how did I get up here last night? I can't seem to remember."

I'm getting more comfortable talking around Jeff, although I'm still quiet around everyone else- especially groups.

"Oh, right. Well, you fell asleep, obviously, and by the time the movie ended you had fallen onto Sebastian's lap. He didn't want to wake you up so he carried you up to our room and set you in your bed. Come on, let's get some breakfast. They have fantastic crepes on Saturdays."

Why in the world would some care about me to go through that much trouble? I'm not good enough to be cared about, just used and tossed aside. That's what I've been told.

I follow Jeff to the dining hall, and regardless of what he says about how good the crepes are, I get an apple. "Is that all?" Jeff asks me with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't know, if you make someone angry again I might get more fruit," I reply, smirking on the outside but worried that he noticed on the inside. He still looks unhappy with my choice but says nothing.

We head to the table and Sebastian waves to me. "Kurt, over here, I saved you a seat." There is no hint of flirtation behind his smile, something very different from yesterday.

I sit down next to him. "Thanks. I mean, for letting me sleep and taking me to my dorm room," I say quietly.

He laughs. "Anytime, I'm rather strong and you're feather light."