The next week I saw Kurt once, in a park. I wonder if he lives there, if he lives somewhere save, if he lives on the streets or if he lives under the bridge. For some reason I feel so connected to him, the need to see him and know he is save is so big. So I went to the park, I drove in my car until I found him. It had been an 3 hour drive but Kurt was sitting on his own on the ground, his clothes were dirty. I saw some cuts on his leg and on his face he had bruises which were blue. Something snapped inside of me, I ran out of my car. I kneeled down next to the gorgeous boy. "Hey, what happened?" I asked him. He looked up, right into my eyes. I knew the boy would get scared so I didnt dare to touch him. "H-Hi, I was beaten up if you didnt see it." Kurt said to me, he probably was trying to be sarcastic. I told him to try sit up and go with me. The second Kurt was standing next to me he fell. So I held him and let him to my car.

Kurt had fallen asleep, now I need to wake him up but he looks so peaceful. "Kurt were home, come on. Wake up." I told him. He woke up but stayed queit and let me guide him inside. I got him into my room and lied him down in my bed, Kurt fell asleep the second I lied him down. I went downstairs to get a glass of water and to say hi to my mom. My mom was sitting on the kitchen table. "Who was that guy, sweetie?" "Well, Uhm, Thats Kurt. I met him a week ago. I found him beaten up in a park a few blocks away. Mom, he looks so weak. But when I tried to tell him we had to go to the hospital he screamed and cried more." I told my mom. She was looking at me like she saw a ghost. My mom went upstairs to see him, she cleaned him and gave him something to eat and to drink. Kurt was not in shock anymore, my-the boy was going to be okay.
I was sitting on the couch when my mom and Kurt came downstairs.
"hi." Kurt said to me. "Thank you for taking me here, Ill be out as soon as I can." Kurt continued. My mom laughed and started to speak. "Kurt, honey, why dont you stay here. You told me you were homeless so you can have the guestroom. You can live here as long as you need." Kurt was looking at her with wide-eyes, his eyes are even more beautiful this way. Kurt walked to my mom and hugged her. My mother winked at me with a big smile on her face. "Seems like we have a new roommate." I said laughing.

The next few weeks were amazing, Kurt was okay again, my mom was very happy there was someone else in this house. And I, I was having a hard time. My feeling for Kurt grew stronger and suddenly I became to think about asked him out. But I cant. Not until my mom knows. I think Kurt knows somethings up. I think Kurt knows that I check him out and stare at him a lot. Does Kurt know Im gay? Does he know my big secret? I hope he isnt going to tell my mom. But nobody knows. Only Kurt, I have to talk to him. Tomorrow, tomorrow Im going to come out to the first person ever. To Kurt.