If you were faced with Him in all His glory

What would you ask if you had just one question?

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Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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No- no, I'm good. [Since the mugging with lasers and Batman and his friend trying to chop his head in half nbd Chuck hasn't been sleeping a whole lot.] I was awake.

Is, uh, is everything okay?

Yes. Oh yes, I'm fine. Are you all right? I realize this may not be the best time to trouble you... [Really, he'd called the first over-age person he could think of who wouldn't give him a tongue-lashing.]

He called me tonight. And he was--on something. Some sort of illicit substance, and he claimed it was for insomnia. And the way he was talking, it just...scared me.

[Oh, shit. Chuck curses softly, but (he hopes?) not loud enough for the kid to hear.]

How do you know it was illicit? If you've ever talked to someone awake on Ambien, it sounds a lot like hitting a crackpipe.

Um, no, I... I don't have intimate knowledge about the subject, I'm afraid.

He was--hallucinating.

Okay, Kurt, breathe. Take a deep breath.

This still sounds like Ambien to me. I knew a girl who took Ambien and wound up having a conversation with her towels.

This doesn't necessarily have to mean something awful.

He said they looked like little white mints. I don't know, Chuck, he was just so...

He just said things. And not even just tonight, he's... He hasn't been himself for weeks. He's so-- He was always so happy. I'd see him smile every day, and he loved life so much, and he was always so enthusiastic about everything, and now he's just so...

[Swallows.] He started crying. Tonight, on the phone. He was crying and he said he felt like he was slipping away.

Yikes. That definitely sounds... well, it's something, all right.

Uh, if you don't mind my asking- are you two still... on the rocks?

[He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.] I already know this is my fault.

Hey, okay, that's not helpful. It was just a question.

Uh, do you know who he talks to who he could trust to be honest? Maybe talking to them about this would get you somewhere. I don't know if it would really be, uh, appropriate for me to ask about something that... private.

I don't really think he'll talk to anyone. Especially not about this. Chuck... I'm being serious. It's my fault. All of this is.

[Chuck starts saying something, then sighs tightly. Gay teenage love dramu and drug use- in what universe is he cut out for this?

This one, apparently.]

You mean for breaking up with him?

Yes. Among...among other things.

[Oh, Kurt.]

Do you want to, uh, talk about it?

[The pause isn't for OMG I AM SO UNCOMFORTABLE EWWW but more... a mix of awkwardness and not knowing if Kurt would be comfortable talking about something like that. Signs point to no, but the kid did call him, and it sounds like he's feeling pretty alone on this.]

Are you sure? I realize this is...somewhat of an uncomfortable topic for most.

[ALkfjggh goddamn it. He should've known that for teenagers everything would relate back to sex. Okay, no, maybe just for this situation. Chuck still can't deal with the thought of Kurt being anything but a vestal virgin with pigtails on a tricycle.]

Yeah, I'm sure. I've been a teenage boy before, right? Maybe not, you know- in this situation, but- whatever. [He's actually succeeding fairly well in keeping his discomfort from his voice. It just sounds like normal must-be-Tuesday Chuck flailing.] Go ahead.

I just... He came over the night Ahiru went missing. And I just felt so upset and so confused and... We just--we kissed.

...That's it?

Wait, you were still broken up, weren't you?

Do you even know what you want from him?

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