Part 1 here.
Kurt peeled off his soiled clothes, which had slushie stains on them, and was determined not to cry. He put his shirt into the dirty laundry hamper and walked into his bathroom to clean up, then change.
It was lunch hour and he had been slushied so badly at the beginning of lunch that he had decided he should go home to clean up (plus to his complete horror, he didn’t have a spare change of clothes in his locker).
Twenty minutes later, Kurt was tying his bowtie carefully, completely cleaned up, when he heard the sound.
It was a sound he hadn’t head for over 8 years.
Without thinking, Kurt stumbled to the small window in his basement room, before remembering that he couldn’t see the backyard from it. He had changed rooms a few years after Blaine had disappeared.
Kurt grabbed his bag and rushed up the stairs, running through the empty house, and to the back door. He wrenched it opened, looking at the blue box a few yards away from the house (this time fully upright, not crashed on its side).
omg omg omg
i would love to draw this….. one day