��� She’s all laid up in bed with a broken heart,
��� While I’m drinking Jack all alone at a local bar and we don’t know how
��� We got into this mad situation, only doing things out of frustration
��� Trying to make it work but, man, these times are hard.

��� A curly haired boy sat tucked away in the corner of the coffee shop, lazily strumming a guitar and singing a melody. Kurt watched him through tearful eyes. The morning had been awful, he felt horrible, his boyfriend had dumped him via text, and even coffee wasn’t helping. He had sent a text to Blaine, who hadn’t yet replied, but somehow this mysterious boy in the coffee shop was making Kurt feel better. He had a voice that sounded strangely familiar, but the boy was unrecognizable. The guitar was being strummed expertly as the boy’s voice wafted above it and together the two collided, creating the most beautiful song Kurt had ever heard.

��� She needs me now but I can’t seem to find the time
��� I’ve got a new job now on the unemployment line, and we don’t know how

��� Blaine’s eyes drifted down to the golden retriever lying at his feet, quietly snoring away, then his eyes moved over to a boy about his age, who was obviously watching him, and had been for a while. His thoughts stumbled around for a bit, trying to decide if he had met the boy before. But alas, he found nothing, though he still could not pull his own hazel eyes off of the other boy’s hypnotizing glasz eyes. He was still strumming absent-mindedly, as he played this song far more than the average person. He had a tendency to do that with songs he liked.

How we got into this mess, is it God’s test? Someone help us ‘cause we’re doing our best,

Trying to make it work, but man these times are hard.

�

Kurt had decided. He had to meet this boy. He was far too perfect for Kurt to not at least say hi. But how? Okay, Kurt, you can do this. His mind went through the typical internal pep-talk monologue as he stood up, moving to the table just across from the boy with the guitar. Not seconds after his butt hit the chair, the dog at the boy’s feet had woken up and Kurt found the large dog sitting in his lap.

��� But we’re gonna stop by drinking our cheap bottles of wine
��� Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven’t for a while, a while, yeah,
��� We’re smiling but we’re close to tears, even after all these years
��� We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting, for the first time.

��� “Bradshaw! Get over here!” Blaine shot up out of his corner, trying to catch the dog before he could get to the stranger, but he was too late and found himself looking helplessly at the blue eyed boy. Finally he came back to his senses, grabbing Bradshaw’s collar and pulling him off the boy. “I’m so so sorry... He really has no manners. I’m going to take him outside, then I promise I’ll make it up to you. Can I buy you a coffee or something..?” He looked down at his dog in the awkward silence.

��� She’s in line at the dole with her head held high,
��� I just lost my job, but didn’t lose my pride and we both know how

How we're going to make it work when it hurts, when you pick yourself up you get kicked to the dirt

��� All Kurt could do was stare at the boy, doe-eyed and he know he must’ve looked horribly afraid of the dog on his lap, but that wasn’t the case. Actually, he was thankful for the dog. Had this little incident not occurred, he probably would’ve never been able to force himself to even speak to the man with the hazel eyes. His voice had been tremulous, but also silvery and had a familiar edge to it, but Kurt couldn’t seem to put a name to the voice, he just knew it was lovely. About now, his phone’s screen lit up on the table.
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(10:28)

��� Sorry to hear about you and Ethan. How’re you holding up?