Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I give you... Wine and Good Times, A Glee fanfiction.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee.
They met in a café on Seventh Street.
The two of them had never meant to meet there, never meant to cause so much pain and suffering, never meant to see each other again. However, they, as all men and women, were subject to the whims of fate. He was wearing black, like a mourner - a knee-length black coat embellished with silver buttons, ebony slacks and dress shoes constituted his attire. When he walked into the café, he entered eyes cast downward. When he sat, he spoke to nobody, and when anyone cast eyes on him, he shrunk into the folds of his coat.
She, in contrast, wore brighter, happier shades. In contrast to the black coat of the young man, the young woman donned a radiant white parka and jeans. The young woman entered five minutes after the young man, ordered her coffee, and sat down, eyes wide and alert. It was at that moment that her eyes met his.
Snow whirled outside, blanketing the ground in white. Both patrons were covered in snow, and their footsteps resonated throughout the little café. This was perfect. She was on his mind, and he was on hers. The café was a quaint little establishment; black and white tiles covered the floor, and various paintings hung on the walls, some of flowers, others of animals. The stout little lady behind the counter happily chatted up customer after customer. No more than thirty people occupied the establishment- everyone minded his own business, and one could hear the sound of big band jazz playing from the speakers. The young man and young woman sat at different tables. She wanted to speak to him, and he wanted to speak to her, but neither had the strength. Several awkward minutes passed before the girl finally broke the ice.
"Kurt..." the young woman murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Rachel, just the person I wanted to see. How is everyone at New Directions?"
"We're doing fine. After we won regionals, we decided to perform at a few charity events. I hope things are going okay at Dalton Academy?"
"You could say that. You know, I missed you- I missed you guys." Kurt said, allowing a smile to play across his face.
Rachel looked around before slowly approaching Kurt. "I miss you too, actually. Sometimes, I wonder, 'how is Kurt doing?' or, 'has he found anyone?'"
Kurt said nothing, but continued to sip his coffee. Rachel took the opportunity to take his hand in hers; her palm was as cold as death. "You don't mind, do you? My hands have been freezing."
The young man shook his head. "Yeah, I found someone. Oh, I have to go. My boyfriend wanted me to meet him at his house."
Kurt then flashed a cherubic smile, waved, and turned to leave. As he sauntered away, Rachel noticed five elliptical bruises on the back of his neck. Reaching for him, she opened her mouth to speak, but he was gone before a single word could escape her lips. The snow fell fell in enormous flakes, and the wind, for a brief moment, sounded like the screams of the damned. Throwing her half-finished coffee into the garbage, she walked out into the snow, the image of the bruises vivid in her mind.