#Kurt

Kurt was in love. He knew that if he rationally thought about it, it wouldn't make any sense. He hadn't seen the guy in more than ten years. He wasn't even sure he was gay or even if he himself was for that matter.

It started during the third month of their letter exchange. Their first letters were mostly full of dry facts about themselves and trying to get to know another again. It felt impossible at time due to the completely different worlds they lived in but both Kurt and Blaine were committed to this friendship. It seemed only right in the eyes of their six year old selves. Soon enough they discovered a common love for music and performing arts and after that the words came with ease and they talked about pretty much everything. When something exciting happen to him, Kurt found himself waiting for the moment he could write about it to Blaine. Kurt hadn't had a best friend since Dave disappeared from his life so Blaine was a much welcomed addition to his life, particularly when he lost another solo to Rachel or when someone bullied him at school. Blaine always knew what to say.

Hearing about Blaine's school and friends was always interesting. Blaine quickly became his closest friend and even quicker, the person who clouded his thoughts without Kurt even noticing. For the first time in months Kurt had something he needed to share but he had nobody to talk to about it. He couldn't tell anybody about his feeling to another boy, a laborer boy.

Since Kurt was full of self doubt and confusion about his feelings, another question came to his mind that he couldn't put to rest. He couldn't understand why laborers and SOGs weren't allowed to have relations.

It was Tuesday, the day where he spent the afternoon at his grandfather's place. He had Alzheimer and was at the stage now where his surrounding were unrecognizable more often than not so Kurt usually spent his time there catching up on school assignments but that day was one of the rare ones when his grandfather remembered him. On those days Kurt loved to share his dilemmas with him because he always had the best insights and could ask him questions he knew his father didn't like him asking.

"Why do you thing laborers and SOGs can't be together?" Kurt asked while they were having dinner.

"It's against the law," he answered easily, still looking at his plate.

"What if it wasn't against the law?"

His grandfather raised his head and looked at Kurt for a long time as if searching for something, before he answered. "Laborers and SOGs live in completely different worlds. The gaps between those worlds are too big and those kinds of relationships never work."

Kurt was sure that his grandfather had closed the subject at that when he added, "I wonder… Did your father ever tell you the story about your great great grandmother?"

Kurt shook his head.

His grandfather looked considering at him for a minute. "George was an SOG and he fell in love with Marie, a beautiful girl from his village. When he became a god he came to her house to ask for her hand only to find out that she had run off a month earlier with a laborer. Crushed from the news, he was sure he would never hear from her again, condemning himself to a life of loneliness. "

"A year later, Marie came back home with a child in belly and a broken heart. Apparently the life as run-a-ways took a toll on the couple until one day she woke up to find an empty bed and a letter apologizing for him not being good enough for her and not being able to take care of their child. Her father immediately went to George's house, hoping he might still be interested in her. Even after hearing about her condition, George was determined to ask her to marry him."

"Has he accepted the child?" Kurt asked, looking curiously at him.

"A couple of weeks after they got married Marie had a natural abortion. They had a child of their own not too long after that."

"…And they lived happily ever after," Kurt added glumly.

"Yes, Kurt," his grandfather answered sternly. "You see… They knew what to except from life together. They lived as they were meant to. Running after adventure is not a way of living."

Kurt knew better than to push the subject farther. He looked back to his plate, trying to process that the world he lived in never had and never would accept the unconventional.