[He's right. Kurt is exhausted. Not just after today, but after weeks and months and years of this crap. His mom, his dad, his community, his own fucking body. Caesar and his goons, his string of nameless johns. And now this. Now Corrigan. Sometimes it feels like the whole universe wants him to be something he just can’t be.
At least Corrigan can be kind. Corrigan drapes him in blankets and turns on the heat for him, Corrigan fills the car with soft music, Corrigan urges him to rest on the long drive to Chicago—he actually volunteered where they're going, unexpected but a pleasant surprise. Unlike everyone and everything else in his life, Corrigan seems to want what's best for him. If all Kurt has to do to be treated so kindly is obey his commands when they come, it can't be all bad... right?]
Yessir... [With the heat and the darkness and the gentle rumble of the car speeding down the highway, Kurt is out like a light within minutes. He stays like that the whole drive, curled up in the seat, his body facing Corrigan, soft and pale and trusting.]
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At least Corrigan can be kind. Corrigan drapes him in blankets and turns on the heat for him, Corrigan fills the car with soft music, Corrigan urges him to rest on the long drive to Chicago—he actually volunteered where they're going, unexpected but a pleasant surprise. Unlike everyone and everything else in his life, Corrigan seems to want what's best for him. If all Kurt has to do to be treated so kindly is obey his commands when they come, it can't be all bad... right?]
Yessir... [With the heat and the darkness and the gentle rumble of the car speeding down the highway, Kurt is out like a light within minutes. He stays like that the whole drive, curled up in the seat, his body facing Corrigan, soft and pale and trusting.]