On a bench in Central Park, New York City, there is a boy. No, not a boy. A man. A young man. A young man with pale, porcelain skin, chestnut hair and eyes with a colour indescribable. A mixture between green, blue and grey.

The bench in Central Park is special to the young man. It is their bench. His and Simons. That is where they first met, and where they use to sit.

But the man is alone now. And he is waiting. He is worried and sad. A little bit angry. But most worried and sad. He is worried that Simon doesnt love him anymore, that he did something wrong. He is sad because Simon wouldnt tell him what it was he had done wrong this time. He usually does. But not this time. Maybe he doesnt love the young man anymore? He is angry because he doesnt think it is fair. How is he supposed to be able to change and be good to Simon, if he doesnt say whats wrong.

The sun is going down over Central Park. It is a beautiful sunset. Just like the sunsets he and Simon use to watch. It is starting to get cold too. It is the middle of October and the young man on the bench is wearing all too little clothes. He left in a hurry. He forgot his gloves. He cant feel his hands anymore.

But he cant go home. Not yet. He doesnt want to come home if Simon still is mad at him. Simon might not even want him to come home. It is better to wait, until Simon comes. He will come sooner or later, he will come. He always comes.

The young mans name is Kurt, Kurt Hummel. And he is 21 years old.

Kurt is waiting. He will wait all night if he have to.

When Kurt was in High School he was in his schools glee club. That was the best time of school. He loves singing.

He starts to sing as he sits there on the bench. He know it is silly. But Kurt kind of hope Simon will come soon, so he will hear him sing. Maybe then, he will understand how sorry Kurt is, and how much he loves him.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you...

He chose a cheesy song too, but what can he say? He is a silly romantic, and he just want Simon to love him again.

^^^^^^

It is completely dark now. Only a lone street light keeps the young man from being completely surrounded by darkness.

The park is almost empty. Most people dont dare to walk in the park after dark. But Kurt isnt afraid. Ha has been here before. Nothing have ever happened.

He cant feel his hands anymore. He tucks them in inside his jacket and pulls his scarf closer around his neck. But he doesnt move from his spot on the bench. He have to wait here. Simon might come, and... He doesnt dare to walk alone in the park at this time at night. He isnt stupid. He knows what kind of people there is out there.

He has no idea what time it is. He forgot his phone at the flat. But it should be sometime after 8pm. Maybe 9pm. It doesnt matter anyway.

Kurt closes his eyes for a moment. He is tired. He worked for a long time today. And he hasnt eaten anything since noon. Maybe he should rest for a moment? Only until Simon comes.

He pulls his knees up to his chest and lies down upon the bench. He closes his eyes again. He wont sleep. Just rest. He thinks. Just rest...

"Hey kiddo! Thats my bench!"

Kurts eyes fly open, and he almost falls of the bench as someone screams at him right above his head.

Somebody who sounds angry.

When he open his eyes he is staring right up at a mans face.

The man is about 35-40 years old, has long dirty brown hair. His skin is rough and tan. His mouth is filled with yellow teeth.

He wears a thick, dark green down jacket and blue well-worn jeans. On his head he has a brown Stetson.

Around his neck...an Alexander McQueen scarf.

Suddenly the mans face changes, from the angry look into a bright grin.

 m sorry... I didnt see ya there Kurt." he says dropping the backpack he carries on the ground. "thought ya might be one of those runaways. This is a dangerous place for children, ya now... I wouldnt want them to run into the wrong people."

Kurt smiles back at the man.

"Hi Bob. I see you like the scarf."

"Yeah, thank you... It is nice... It seems like you forgot something yourself though." Bob looks at his bare hands. "Now scoot over, I want to sit."

He sits down with a sigh. He pulls out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

"You want one?" he asks as he opens the pack.

"Still no smoker..." Kurt shakes his head.

"Oops...forgot..." Bob laughs.

They sit for a while in silence. Staring at the sky, and listening at the city.

"I though you said there wouldnt be another time, kiddo..." Bob says after a while. "You promised it was the last..."

"I did..." Kurt replies with a sigh "just like you said you would stop smoking..."

"Touché... I guess bad habits die hard..."

It is silent for a while again.

"What was it this time?" Bob asks him "you forgot to do the dishes, or maybe you talked too much to your male co-worker? Or -"

"STOP! Please just... Dont..." Kurt says, hiding his face in his hands. He had thought he was done crying, apparently not. "It wasnt like that... Simon loves me..."

"You keep telling yourself that. We both knows it isnt-" Bob starts, but stops as Kurt glares at him

"...right...keep your opinions to yourself... Sorry."

"It is okay..."

For almost half an hour none of them say anything.

"Are you going to sing anything, or what?" Bob suddenly says, jerking Kurt out of his thoughts "Did you think I would just let you stay?" He grins, showing of his yellow teeth.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Just sing." Bob looks at him "you look like you might need it. If I have to choose... I like Tolkiens songs awfully much..."

"Okay...Tolkien it is then." Kurt thinks for a moment, he closes his eyes.

"When the cold of winter comes,

Starless night will cover day

In the veiling of the sun

We will walk in bitter rain"

His songs flows out over the silence of the night. Neither Kurt nor Bob knows it, but just below the hill where the bench is, and on other places nearby other people are listening to the beautiful song.

Wondering who the singer is.

"...Calling me there

I will go there

And back again"

Kurt opens his eyes again. He has started crying again without noticing.

If Bob sees it, he doesnt say anything.

"It is starting to get late, kiddo. I should get going" he says standing up. He picks his bag up and starts walking. "Goodnight!" he calls over his shoulder as he walks down the hill.

Then, he turns around.

"Hey Kurt" he says, looking at the young man on the bench. "You know I really like you right? I would let you stay at my place...if I had one."

"I know... Thank you..." Kurt replies, smiling sadly. "I...I am really glad I met you Robert... You are a good friend."

He thinks for a moment.

"If I had any money...I would buy you something...anything."

"I know kiddo-" Bob begins but Kurt continues.

"Starting with a new hat! A Stetson? Really Robert?"

"Hey! It is Bob for you young man, Robert makes me feel old." Bob starts to walk again, then he turns "and let me and my ol hat be. I already let you give me a scarf."

He continues down the hill, Kurt watching as he leaves. Soon he disappears into the darkness. But you can still hear him. His baritone voice echoes across the lake.

"The Road goes ever on and on, 
Out from the door where it began, 
Now far ahead the Road has gone, 
Let others follow it who can! 
Let them a journey new begin, 
But I at last with weary feet, 
Will turn towards the lighted inn, 
My evening-rest and sleep to meet."

Kurt smiles, Bob really can sing. As good as himself. Maybe even better. He could really become something. If he had money, and somewhere to live.

Kurt looks beside him on the bench. Where Bob sat, there is now an old blanket. It is well worn and has a few holes. But it is warm.

He recognizes the blanket. It is, was, Bobs extra blanket. The one he used if it was really cold on the winters, when one blanket wasnt enough and he couldnt sleep anywhere inside.

As Kurt picks the blanket up something falls out. It as a hamburger, from McDonalds. A Big Mac. It is cold. But it is food.

Kurt stares at it for a while before he picks it up. He unwraps it from the paper and slowly begins to eat.

"Thank you Bob..." he whispers as he finishes.

He feels bad. He knows Bob well by now, and he knows that that hamburger probably was one of two Bob had managed to buy that day.

Kurt starts to cry again. He wraps the blanket around his shoulders and lays down on the bench.

He doesnt know what he has done to deserve this kindness.