*flashback*

Bob was cold, screw that, he was freezing, his fingers numb and teeth shattering. He was sitting on the street outside a café, begging. He hated it, he hated that his life depended on other peoples kindness. But he had no choice, ever since he had lost his job as a music teacher three years ago, God hadnt really been on his side, if he existed, Bob wasnt sure anymore.

His life had been great before, he had loved working with the students, and they had liked him too, at least he hoped so. He had even gotten a few small roles on Broadway, making his childhood dream of singing on a real stage come true. He had been on his way to become something, for once in his life. But then, the school he worked on had to fire some of their teachers, and other staff too. One of them had been Bob.

A month after that, his apartment had caught on fire, the whole thing just... burned down, he was lucky that he didnt die. For some reason, his insurance didnt cover it, he couldnt get any money. At the time, he was still unemployed, and no one wanted to hire a homeless music teacher. He had been able to rent a small apartment, and he had gone to a few auditions for different plays, but nothing had changed. He was still a 35 year old man, living in a shoebox apartment, unemployed, seriously considering to move back to his mom.

But then it happened, what changed everything. Three weeks after the fire, he got a phone-call. His mother was sick, breast cancer, stage 4. There were nothing they could do for her, they had caught it too late. It had spread to the rest of her body, her liver, lungs, even her brain. They gave her two months to live, not any longer. She died four months later, in his arms, with a smile on her face.

After his mothers death, Bob didnt really have the power, or will to move on. He thought about suicide, more than once. But every time he thought about it, he remembered what his mother had said, when they talked about her death.

"Dont let this bring you down Robert, you are meant for something big. I dont know what yet, but I want you to remember that I will always be proud of you, whatever happens."

Then the medical bill came and... once again the insurance didnt cover everything. With the last money on his bank account, he paid for his mothers funeral, it was beautiful.

Two months later, he lost the apartment, the rest is history.

Since then, he had been on the street.

This particular day he hadnt been able to get a lot of money, as not many people were out in this f*cking freezing weather. It was late, almost time to try to find someplace to stay for the night.

Bob was just about to do so, when he heard something, in an alley behind the café. At first, he wasnt going to do anything about it. It wasnt his business, and he didnt want any trouble, that was one of the first things he had learned when he had started living on the streets. But he looked what it was anyway, and it was one of the best things he had done in his whole life.

There were three men standing in the alley. Two of them dressed in dark clothes, black leatherjackets, and dark jeans. They had the third man up against the wall, one of them pressing his arm against his neck to prevent him from screaming.

Suddenly the man holding him slammed his fist against the third guys stomach, at the same time he let go of the guys neck, and the young man crumbled to the ground.

"Are you gonna cry, fag?" they screamed at him as they started to hit him, all over his body.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Bob screams, and the two wannabe badboys look up, and then they release the young man, letting him fall to the ground again.

They ran like they had the devil himself chasing after them.

Bob ran up to the boy, who now was sitting on the ground, mending his, what it seemed like broken nose.

"You okay kid?" he asked, and the young man looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

"Yeah, Im fine," he says, standing up, wiping the snow off his clothes.

"You really think I believe that?"

The younger man gave him a smile, shaking his head.

"I guess you shouldnt."

They ended up going to the park, Kurt had bought them coffee and they sat on a bench, talking for hours. Somehow they started talking about Kurts High School years, and the bullying he had suffered.

Kurt told him about how he in his freshman year had been peppered with pee-balloons, about the dumpster-dives, locker slams and the name calling. About all the threats, the suicide notes in his locker.

About joining Glee-club in sophomore year, finally finding his place in school. How he thought he finally had gotten friends. But then in junior year, the bullying escalated, and his friends werent there to help him.

When his dad was on the hospital due to the heart attack, he was all alone to deal with it.

Then his main tormentor forced a kiss on him, and the bullying got even worse after that. The death threat came, and Kurt feared to go to school in the morning. Eventually he couldnt cope with it, and one November afternoon, he downed a bottle of painkillers, what he hadnt counted on was his father finding him.

A week later he was out of the hospital, and back to school. Karofsky had been suspended until further notice, after Kurt had told his father about the death threat. He didnt tell him about the kiss.

When he came back to school, and Glee-club, he expected things to be better. But it only got worse.

When he told his friends about the death threat, they didnt believe him, and they turned their backs on him. Eventually he stopped going to Glee.

The jocks in school blamed him for Karofskys suspension, and they took every opportunity to harass him.

When Kurt went to junior Prom, everything went out of hand. To this day, Kurt didnt know why he went, he didnt have any friends to go with, he was all alone. But he went, and that changed everything, first to the worse, but then... to the better.

He got crowned Prom Queen, a title he had never though he would have. He didnt run, maybe he should have, but he went back, and took his crown.

When he left the school later that night, the jocks were waiting outside.

The beating that followed became the reason that he left school. It wasnt too serious, he left the hospital five days later, with a concussion, two cracked ribs and a broken arm.

His father was shaken by the event, and had him home schooled the rest of his junior and senior year.

Kurt never got any real friends, and he still never had, not until he met Bob.

When they sat there, Kurt got a phone-call from his dad, he had had another heart attack. It wasnt that serious this time, he was awake, and would be out of the hospital soon. He didnt want Kurt to come home, mostly because he was gine, really, and secondly because he knew that Kurt didnt have the money to buy the plane ticket.

Bob doesnt think that Kurt realises that he is crying at first, hes just sitting there, silent, tears streaming down his face. At first Bob doesnt have any idea how to react, a person he just met today, is crying, but then he slowly lays his arms around the weeping boy, and pulls him into a hug.

They sit there, a long time, as it gets darker and darker around them. Bob doesnt notice at first, and he doubts that Kurt himself does, but soon he hear something. A song, Beatles. It is Kurt singing, through the tears, as he is sitting on the park bench hugging the first person besides his father that actually cares.

Oh yeah, Ill tell you something

I think youll understand

When I say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

Oh, please, say to me

Youll let me be your man

and please, say to me

Youll let me hold your hand

Now let me hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy, inside

Its such a feeling

That my love

I cant hide

I cant hide

I cant hide

Yeah you, got that something

I think youll understand

When I say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy, inside

Its such a feeling

That my love

I cant hide

I cant hide

I cant hide

Yeah you, got that something

I think youll understand

When I say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your ha-a-a-a-a-a-and

*end of flashback*