We Are Not Our Failures

Kurt Hummel groaned as he stretched out his arms, completely not ready for another boring Sunday. All he wanted to do was lay in bed all day, doing nothing but probably read, or maybe watch a couple of movies. Kurt didn't really have an interest in what the world would give him in the future. He just believed in what he could provide for himself now and didn't really care about anything else. He, of course, cared about his dear dad a lot, and reminded himself every day that he couldn't let him go no matter what. Kurt reminded himself that he shouldn't really let anyone go even if people constantly let go of him. He was thrown around a lot, and he was okay with that. Well he was kind of forced to be okay with that.

Kurt was only eighteen yet still went through what might be the struggles of a man in his forties. He was very mature for his age, yet still seemed to go through too much mistakes he'd make. He'd finished school a year ago and didn't really know what to do with his life, so he figured out it'd just be better to stick around for the meantime, which he did.

Kurt made his way downstairs, made sure his dad was asleep, then began making his breakfast as he did every day. It was a routine that never ended for him. The exact same things to do, the same exact people to see, only a different date. His life was the ideal example of a simple discouraged one. He was pretty okay with that, or so he thought.

Kurt made his dad's favorite, as usual, giving out his usual stolid smile once his dad appeared from the staircase.

"I made your favorite, and you can't eat anything else so you don't get yourself in the hospital again."

Kurt mumbled tiredly, placing Burt's place on his usual spot on the table, before taking a seat himself, sipping on his orange juice silently as his dad joined him on the table.

"Remind me again, when you'll be moving out,"

"I don't really suppose it's soon since I'm not really applying to any jobs, I'm going to be single forever, and all my friends think I'm too bitter. So basically, looks like you're going to be stuck with me for a while, pops."

Kurt rolled his eyes before standing up, dumping the rest of the juice in the sink.

"Right. Well at least try visiting your brother and Rachel maybe? Only just once in a while? I think they'd be pretty happy to see you."

Burt lied, smiling hopefully as he looked up at Kurt encouragingly. He only wanted the best for his son, and he knew Kurt would love to get to know and socialize with more people once he got the hang of it again, but he didn't even try, and that was what got Burt so upset.

"I think that they'd be as happy as a lion if it saw someone eat its cubs."

Kurt grinned sarcastically, before walking toward the door, looking back at his dad one last time,

"I'm just going to get the mail. Wasn't bothered to get it yesterday so,"

He shrugged, before walking out to the front porch, quirking an eyebrow once he saw and took in the scent of an obviously freshly picked rose, laid out on his door step. He picked it up slowly, before looking around to find no one at all, only the humid Sunday air.

"Did you like ask someone for this?"

Kurt gestured to the rose, glaring at his dad as he held it up for him.

"Not really. Wonder how that got there."

Burt said with a mouthful of food, before standing up, and walking back upstairs, dismissing the conversation as if it didn't matter. Kurt rolled his eyes before looking down at the rose between his fingers that had now left various scratches on his hand and a deep cut across his finger, blood dripping onto the floor.

"Well shit then."

Kurt muttered, looking down at the floor with a sigh before getting a washcloth to wash off the blood. He put the rose aside, and tilted his head as he looked at it suspiciously, before smiling lightly, picking it back up despite of its thorns pricking his skin. He climbed up the stairs to his room and placed the rose on his desk, admiring the way it was relentlessly beautiful, yet would still hurt anyone who came near it. He admired the way the rose was the way it was. And it was utterly wonderful.