What would it be like if Kurt didn't go to Westerville to spy on the Warblers? What if he had never found the courage he needed to get through his bullying?

He just wanted someone to be happy with. Was that too much to ask?

Just one person who he could tell anything and everything, who he could be crazy with, in love with, crazy in love with.

He looked down at the couples in the courtyard. Puck and Quinn, sitting huddled together, Mike and Tina, kissing passionately, as usual. Sam and Mercedes, so unexpected, but inseparable. Santana and Brittany, pinkies locked and staring into each other’s eyes.  Even Finn and Rachel seemed to have worked it out, after eight times.

The music in his ears clouded his head and eyes.

 He stepped to the edge, looking down and smiling at Karofsky, who was sitting next to Azimio and the rest of his Jock buddies. He wouldn't have to be scared for his secret coming out anymore. Kurt would take Dave's secret with him to the grave. His eyes wandered over the crowded courtyard, looking for faces that hadn't thrown insults or slurs his way.

He didn't find one.

And always

One step closer. He closed his eyes.

Remember

He spread his arms, ready to fly, ready to finally be free.

He lifted his foot, letting his dangle over the edge for a second before pushing his weight forward.

Me.

For exactly one second, Kurt Hummel was free.