Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Age 19. Currently living in New York and interning for Vogue (and by intern I mean coffee and filing.) I love scarves, Broadway, and nonfat mocha lattes (with a little bit of extra whip).
I plan on having my own fashion line out by the time I'm twenty five. It's not just a dream - it's my reality.
Oh, and I'm dating amazing Sebastian Smythe. Still not sure how that happened, but... It's amazing.
Promises mean nothing to me.
Just... /why/? For fuck's sakes, Kurt. I don't.. You're not making sense. I don't understand what you're telling me. I really just don't fucking get it, okay?
God, I'm not drunk enough to have this conversation.
So I've realized.
/Why not?/ You expect everyone to leave you - for whatever reason, you really have no faith that someone will just stay and I don't know why, but let me be the one to prove you wrong. This isn't because I pity you or because you're a 'charity case'. This is because I think you deserve someone who will be there for you and I'm offering. Like I said, I enjoy talking to you, and I'm not someone who just gives up on a person that they can talk easily too.