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Am I obsessed? Yes, yes I am. Did I enjoy every bit of drawing these two? Absolutely. Did my platonic BFF wife have a fit over our conversation where she said “Someone has a crush~!” and I replied “On the frog man? Yes, yes I do.” I state my case, he is a very gorgeous frog man after all. Also Kurt! Ugh, I love these two to bits! 💚💙
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I haven't drawn kodd in ages due to 2020 and all... but here's an old fic that I found and thought maybe it could see the light of day!
It's a short one shot and NOT a happy story. TW for death. Takes place when they're older!
Todd was a pushover, a sap, a lovesick fool. He stood outside the back of the funeral home absolutely fuming. He knew he shouldn't have come here. Not one, or two, but all of the X-geeks were there and they made it well-known he wasn't wanted. But, he was a sap and a pushover and he never had quite gotten over Kurt.
He dug into his heavy jacket pocket searching for his crushed packet of cigarettes. Flipping back the top, there was only one left and it was bent at that. "Figures." He thought, getting out his lighter from another pocket. Todd was trying to quit and he'd been on this pack for well over a month. But today, well. He deserved it.
Todd stood on the back stoop, watched the snow drift down from the sky and light up orange in the streetlight glow. It was Christmas-time and cold, and he knew most people were probably home cozy with their families, eating dinner or opening gifts or some other mushy crap. This year he'd be alone, again, in his shitty apartment that had heat only sometimes and warm water basically never. Todd definitely regretted coming.
He heard the door open behind him and slam shut, shoes stomp up next to him and stop. Todd closed his eyes and took another drag on his cigarette.Kurt stood and stared up at the snow beside him. Moments passed in silence as they watched the streetlight together.
Todd felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned, looked at Kurt and his eyes still puffy from crying. Todd opened his mouth to say something, like "I'm sorry," or "My condolences," or even something to lighten the mood like "Shitty timing for a funeral." But Kurt just took the cigarette from his hand and turned back to stare at the snow.
Todd closed his mouth and frowned. He watched Kurt finish the last cigarette and throw the butt into the gutter. Todd sighed.
"Did she know about me?" He asked Kurt, but directed it at the street. He didn't really want to see him.
The silence dragged on.
Kurt turned to him and bluntly threw out, "No."
Todd shook his head. "Of course she didn't."
Kurt grimaced and turned to face him fully, "Don't do this. It's not about you."
He scoffed, "Pff it's never about me. It was never about me, or us, it's always about-"
Kurt stepped closer, got in Todd's face. "Not today. Do NOT do this today."
Todd continued on, angry at the situation, angry he was even there. "The fact that you were too chicken shit to even tell your MOTHER about US after ten fucking yea-"
Kurt shoved him hard in the chest, making Todd stumble back and land on the wet cold concrete.
"Fuck." He stood up, wiped the back of his pants off, now dirty and wet. Todd knew this would suck but he didn't expect a fight. Though that was why they broke up in the first place so it really shouldn't have been surprising. It still stung.
Kurt didn't flinch. "Why did you show up?"
Todd threw his arms up, exasperated. "Because you asked me to, dude!" He stared back at Kurt who met his eyes without hesitation. "Because…" Todd wrapped his coat tighter around his skinny body. "Because it's Christmas, and it's your mom's funeral, and I thought you maybe needed me to be here."
Nothing but the sound of snow hitting the pavement.
"I'd do anything for you, asshole. Still."
Kurt adjusted his suit jacket and turned to go back inside. Todd grabbed for his arm, "Why did you ask me to come then?!"
"I don't know." Kurt pulled his arm free. "I wasn't thinking straight. I wanted people in my life to know, I guess."
"Yeah ok.” He nodded, that made sense. “I ain't in your life though, man."
He was right, Kurt thought. It had been a few years since they’d even seen each other. But he’d been caring for his mother since his dad passed away and the end was just so, so hard. He hadn’t hesitated to call Todd when it hurt the worst, to hear his voice again, to ask him to be there when he needed him. "Todd, I don't know. You can go now."
"Man. I never even got to meet her. This-" he gestured to the funeral home's cold brick wall, "is the first time I ever saw her."
Kurt flinched. “I didn’t want it to be this way Todd.”
“Didn’t you though? You had so much time-”
Kurt held up his hands. “Stop. I’m sorry. What else can I say to you? It’s over, I can’t change it. We’re over, this is over, she’s over.” He sunk a bit. “This. It shouldn’t be this way.”
Todd stared. “You never did change. You always been so selfish, man.” Kurt’s eyes started welling up again and he stared down at his shoes, polished and shined the night before. Todd patted him on the back, “Sorry for your loss,” and waited for a response. Kurt didn’t move.
Kurt watched him walk out the back gate and leave in the snow which was getting heavier by the minute. He rubbed at his eyes again before going back inside; back to a life he didn’t want and didn’t know how to escape. Back to being lonely and miserable. And it was all his fault, he always had been selfish.
He made his way back to the viewing room half empty from mourners leaving. People passed by, giving them their condolences and Kurt not even hearing them. There was still so much to do and not enough that had been done.
“She would have loved you.” He thought, sinking down into a chair and waiting for the service to end.
“They both would have.” And he cried, again, for his mother, his father, for Todd. For everything he never said and never did.
