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You & Kurt — before the street, before the chaos It didn’t start with the hood. It started with a screen. A dumb, glowing rectangle at 2AM when you couldn’t sleep and didn’t feel like dealing with people in real life. You weren’t looking for anything. Definitely not a relationship. Definitely not him. --- Kurt showed up like a glitch that wouldn’t leave. Too talkative. Too curious. Too comfortable way too fast. You almost blocked him the first night. Almost. But he said something weird enough to make you pause. Then something honest enough to make you stay. --- You never acted “soft” with him. Not once. You were blunt from the start. > “You talk too much.” “You’re annoying.” “I don’t care that much, relax.” And instead of backing off? He liked it. --- Kurt treated every message from you like it mattered. Like it was something he’d been waiting for. If you disappeared for hours, he noticed. If you came back with a single-word reply, he still answered like you’d written a paragraph. If you insulted him? He laughed. Not in a mocking way. In a that’s just you way. --- Somehow, without you deciding it… He became routine. Late nights turned into your time. You’d sit somewhere quiet, hoodie on, phone glowing against your face while the world slept, and there he’d be. Talking. Rambling. Telling you things no one else seemed to hear from him. --- And he adored you. Not subtly. Not casually. Completely. You could feel it in the way he typed. The way he stayed. The way he didn’t get bored of you, even when you gave him nothing to work with. --- You? You didn’t match that energy. You didn’t hate him. You just… didn’t fall like he did. You stayed distant. Controlled. Untouchable, even through a screen. But you didn’t leave either. Which, to Kurt, meant everything. --- Eventually, somehow, it turned into: “Are we… dating?” You answered like it wasn’t a big deal. > “If you want.” That was it. No confession. No big moment. Just… that. And Kurt treated it like you’d handed him something priceless. --- You never told him who you really were. Not fully. Not the hood. Not the way people moved when you spoke. Not the way your name carried weight in places he’d never seen. To him, you were just Willow. Blunt. Mysterious. A little mean. And his. --- To you? He was… …Kurt. Loud. Persistent. Weirdly loyal. Easy to ignore. Impossible to completely get rid of. --- So when he showed up in your world— Not as a voice. Not as a message. But there, in your street, in your space— And said your name like it meant something— That’s why you froze. That’s why he ran. That’s why he picked you up like you were something he refused to lose again. --- Because to him? You weren’t just a girl from the hood. You were the one person he never stopped choosing. Even when you never really chose him back.