But he doesn’t care. Why should he? He’s a broken person. Broken person don’t cares.

There is only one certain time when he allows himself to feel things. To have feelings. To be like any other normal person.

It’s when he sings.

Kurt never knew when it started. When he started to rely on singing to get every damn feeling out of his chest. When he started to rely on the lyrics to say the things he would never have say it out loud.

He can’t scream. He can’t wail. He can’t cry. Because he’s a broken person. So he sings instead.

He treats it like a hobby. Singing in the bar. Pouring all those emotions into the song. He focuses on making other people cry, so they can do it for him.

His boss freaking love him. He’s the main reason people keep coming back and back, because only he can manage to cut them open raw. Make people feel things they want to but doesn’t want to . He keeps people addicted, to his voice, to his songs.

It was just another day. He sets up the mic, and the first song of the day is Blackbird.

He didn’t know it was that day his pair of grey eyes, the same ones that no smile has reached for so many years, will meet a pair of hazel.

And his life is going to change forever.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings
And learn to fly—“