Aug. 26, 2012, 7:20 a.m.
Misery Loves Company: Chapter 7
M - Words: 1,069 - Last Updated: Aug 26, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 13/? - Created: Jan 15, 2012 - Updated: Aug 26, 2012 235 0 0 0 0
He’d talked to some of the Warblers during lessons and whatnot during the day but nothing can fill the empty space that was always next to him...that space that was always filled by a Blaine Anderson. Blaine, he sighed, please come back.
“Hey dad!” Kurt answered his phone in such a quick flash that he could hear his dad’s surprised reaction in his voice.
“Hey Kurt, how was your weekend?”
“Oh well put it this way, I’d have had much a better time in drunken brawl than here. But enough about me! How was your weekend?” Kurt hung up his coat trickily with one hand as he arrived in his empty dorm room and sat down on his bed.
“My weekend was fantastic son, tell me about yours. What’s wrong?”
“Where do I begin? Me and my friend Blaine have fallen out over something...silly, and now he won’t come back to school! It’s ridiculous dad he won’t even talk to us!”
“Is this the boy you share your room with? The one I met at the McKinley game?”
“Yeah that’s him.” Kurt began removing his shoes awkwardly and neatly placed them underneath his bed.
“By any chance Kurt, if you’re comfortable with me asking you, do you like this boy?” Burt coughed a little in an awkward tone, did I really just ask that? he thought.
“Look dad, yeah I do like him, I like him a lot but that has nothing to do with-“
“Son, did he hurt you?!”
“NO! Jesus no dad he hasn’t laid a finger on me! Me liking him as nothing to do with our problem.” Actually...it has everything to do with it.
“Ok. I didn’t think he was the type but ya gotta be careful ‘bout these things. But you’d tell me if he did right?”
“Of course I would dad. Look I gotta go, it was really great talking to you and I’ll see you this weekend?”
“Yeah Kurt. I’ll be looking forward to it.”
They both said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. Kurt had to many questions he needed answering that it made his head ache so bad! Then suddenly there was a knock at the door. Who could this be? Go away!
“Hi Kurt! You in there?” Oh holy mother nature it’s Nick.
“I’m coming hold on a sec!” Kurt put his phone aside and scrambled over to open his door. Flustered, Kurt opened the door to a surprised looking Nick. “Hey Nick.” Kurt noticed Nick just standing there, looking Kurt up and down. Ok, why is he checking me out? Oh you doofus you’re still in your uniform!
“You’re not changed, dya want me to give you some time?”
“Do you mind if we cancel tonight? I’m not really feeling up to it afterall. I’m really sorry.”
“Are you kidding me? Come on! I’ve bought the tickets too, look!” Nick held up the tickets with a huge grin on his face, which soon turned to a look of puppy dog eyes.
“Ok, come on in. I’ll go change in the bathroom. Sorry I’ve just been a little distracted.”
“Blaine? Just give him some time, he’ll come back.”
“No actually, my dad. But yeah he’ll come back. Anyway help me pick something out.” Kurt beckoned Nick over to his wardrobe and he flung open the doors. “Ok immediately I see these jeans! But honestly I don’t have a slogan t-shirt, it’s not my style.”
Nick giggled. “Well then just wear a plain t-shirt you’ll look fine, you look great in anything.”
“I can’t wear a plain t-shirt...I will look plain!”
“I’d give you my jacket but it might not match your jeans.” Nick let out a great hurl of laughter and nudged Kurt’s arm playfully to which Kurt just responded with a look of ‘shut up mocking me, I will hit you’.
“Look! My dad bought me this t-shirt when I went through a stage of trying to be like him. It’s a Metallica t-shirt. That fit your standards?”
“Yeah sure now go get dressed or we’re gonna be late.”
“I just realised I know practically nothing about you and I’m going to a place I’m not even sure what it is, where it is, or what we’re seeing! And the only thing separating you from me being undressed is a door.” Kurt called through the door as he hurriedly began undressing. Nick made his way along Kurt’s desk, looking through his drawers and saw a lot of sheets of paper in there.
“Yeah but I’m not exactly a serial killer am I? I’m a Warbler, from a long line of descendant Warblers and I’m much respected around here, I’m harmless! Plus it’s a comedy club; it’s open for our age and upwards. Don’t worry about anything, I know the owner he’ll let us in.”
“And how exactly do you know the owner? Drug dealing perhaps?”
“Yeah sure I deal heroin at the comedy club. No really, I trick guys into coming to a ‘comedy club’ with me and drug their drinks when they’re not looking. Then when they least expect it, I have my dangerous way with them in grotty toilets.” Kurt opened the door, fully dressed, with a look of shock on his face, and then smiled.
“You geek, I’m not gonna take any source of edible foods from you now! And there better not be grotty toilets!”
Kurt grabbed his coat and crammed his cell phone into his tight jean pocket.
“Is that all your worried about? The toilets? Well you won’t need them if you won’t take food from me!” Nick followed after Kurt toward the door, keeping a good pace behind him so he could take in all of Kurt, he sure is cute.
“Would you stop checking me out? Come on let’s go to this place before I really regret answering the door to you.”
Kurt let out a joking spurt of laughter, he didn’t really know that Nick was actually checking him out for real.