In high school I did everything I could not to take my shirt off in front of other people. Like, I don’t think I showered once after gym class. Now though, thanks to a little more working out, a little more protein, my outside-self is catching up to my inside-self. And I feel pretty comfortable in my skin. And that feels good.
Anonymous asked: That might have been my favorite post-Bash fic yet, and there have been some amazing ones. So silent. So healing. Thanks!
Gosh thank you, wow.
I felt like I understood Kurt and how he was coping with everything. I’m someone who deals with things internally, so I was trying to capture what that might be like for him. (Minus the part about cuddling all night. I need my space. I will kick you. Even the cats know this.)