Title: New Your, New York
Author: Nekid
Summary: Everyone in New York knows Kurt Hummel. He's famous. So when he and his friends go there to kick ass at nationals, things go a little different then planed. Klaine. Warblers and ND.
Chapter: 1/?
Pages:14
Words: 5,962
Beta: None (So sorry if there are any mistakes)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: Sex in later chapters and swearing. Oh, and my horrible writing.
Kurt Hummel was so excited; he was practically vibrating in his designer Jimmy Choo boots. Of course that wasn't the only thing he was wearing. Kurt Hullem was dressed to the nines in designer black skinny jeans, a deep red dress shirt with black bow tie. His hair was in its classic coif, firmly pushed out of the way of his eyes. Here he was, home at last, and damn if he wasn't looking fine. New Directions, all of them, were murmuring excitedly about being here in New York for Nationals.
Santana, Brittany and Quinn were all jumping up and down excitedly and going on about all the new sights to see. Mainly, in Santana's words, new man flesh. Finn, Sam, Artie and Puck were looking appreciably at the monster poster in front of them staring one of the top models in the industry in red lingerie. Tina and Mike were having celebratory Asian Kisses at being in New York and Mercedes and Rachael were whispering to one another about something or another.
The Warblers, who with they had tied with at Regional's, were standing in a group to their left with their luggage in hand, probably waiting for their ride to their hotel. Blaine, the only one Kurt knew all that well, waved at him and grinned. Kurt grinned back and gave him a thumbs up.
"Text you later?" Blaine shouted from across the cement and mimed texting.
"Yeah, okay!" Kurt shouted back, smiling.
Kurt and Blaine had kept in touch after the horribly embarrassing situation where in Kurt had been sent by his glee club to spy on the Warblers so see how good they were. Needless to say, Kurt had been found out as the spy and justice had been served. It was strange, Kurt though as he reflected on it, that the Warblers hadn't been angry. They had sat Kurt down and had coffee with him, and talked. That was something Kurt hadn't been expecting. He had thought maybe some punches would have been thrown or maybe some verbal abuse thrown his way but nothing, just coffee.
It was at that coffee table Kurt had fallen off a cliff into a pit of love with Blaine Anderson. Well, not exactly. Kurt just started crushing on Blaine. Hard. It probably had something to do with the fact that Blaine had noticed that something was wrong. Blaine had noticed the dark circled under his eyes, the slum on his shoulder and the look about him that just screamed that something was wrong.
Blaine had done the one thing that no one in New Directions or Kurt's family had done. He had asked if everything was okay. And all of a sudden it had all come spilling out.
Kurt told Blaine everything, from the bulling at school to the stress of looking after his father who had recently had a heart attack. He'd broken down sobbing in front of a total stranger and told him everything that had been going on. He told him about the constant slurs thrown at him at school, how the teacher never seemed to care and about how it was getting worse.
Kurt told Blaine about how the main bully, Dave Karofsky, had stolen his first real kiss and had threatened him with bodily harm if he ever told anyone about it. Blaine, sweet caring Blaine, had hugged him while he cried and had told Kurt that it would be okay, and that he would fix it.
And fix it he did. Blaine was there when Kurt told his father about the bullying and the discrimination, who had gone into a rage and went down to McKinley High School and had threatened a lawsuit. Blaine's mother, it turned out, was one of the leading lawyers in the state. Blaine had told his mother about Kurt's situation and she had contacted Kurt's father and had offered her services as a lawyer.
The court case lasted just over two months, extremely stressful ones, but in the end the Ohio Supreme Court awarded Kurt and his family four hindered and seventy five thousand dollars in damages because of the schools violation of the Equal Opportunity Act and the Duty of Care Act, all of which But put in a bank account for Kurt. He and the rest of the family believed that he deserved it as he was the one who got bullied. The trial made the papers across America. The public back in New York couldn't believe that one of their own was being treated that way, epically one as well known as Kurt.
Principal Figgins was fired from his position and a new principal from over state replaced him. She quickly set about righting the many things wrong with the school, like getting rid of the slushy machine and limiting Coach Sylvester's cheerio budget. She was not happy about that.
Kurt was brought to the present by his phone vibrating in his jeans pocket. Fishing it out of his pocket, Kurt looked at the caller name and seeing Angela's name pressed the talk button and held it to his ear, voice met his ears high pitched and full of excitement. "Kurtie Darling! How are you my dear? You've landed I assume?"
Angela was his aunt on his mother's side. She lived in Manhattan long term husband, Mark, who was the CEO of one of the worlds leading fashion magazine, Metta. She was also Kurt's manager. She had offered to pay for Kurt to go to a privet school, but Burt had wanted him to be raised as normal as possible and had kept him at McKinley. Besides, it wasn't as if he was that big a hit over in such a remote place. Kurt was mainly known in the larger cities, and Lima most certainly wasn't a big city. On trips to Columbus there would be an occasional fan that knew him and asked for an autograph but other than that, the public didn't really know him.
"Hello Aunt Angie, I'm good. A little tired, but you know what aeroplanes do to me. And yeah, Aunt Angie, we're waiting for our ride. You did send for a ride, right?" Kurt smiled.
"Of course I did. Nigel should be there shortly. Go home and get some rest sweetheart, you have a busy week ahead of you. We don't want to end up like last time. We can't have that." She paused for a second or two before speaking again, worry lacing her tone. "You've been eating well, right Kurtie?"
"Yeah Angie. I'm better. You know dad wouldn't have let me even step foot in this city if I wasn't."
"I know," She said. "I worry about you is all. You scared us a lot, you know."
Even now, one year after what happened, Kurt still felt guilty for what he had put his family through. "I know." He said simply.
"Good. Don't put us through that again, okay?" Her voice was stern yet caring at the same time.
"I won't, I promise." A loud beep could be heard, and Kurt looked around for it as he talked. "Hey, I think Nigel is here. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Of course, I'll be over at yours at eight thirty sharp. We have a meeting with the press at ten and we need you to be beautified!" She laughed.
"Excuse me, I was born beautified!" Kurt's reply was almost immediate. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Say hello to Mark for me. Love you."
"I will. Tah-tah sweetheart. Remember, eight thirty!" She stressed the time of their meeting and hung up.
Kurt put his phone back into his pocket and turned to face , the teacher in charge and the one teacher who had even tried to help him with his bullies. "Our ride should be here shortly, Aunt Angie sent him."
smiled at him. "I really appreciate you doing this Kurt. Letting us stay at your place while we're here is an amazing thing for you to let us do."
"It's not a problem. I'm just thankful that the school and my parents worked out an agreement that let's me wok while I'm here. I don't really wish to see the city much. Once you've seen all the sights five times, it's a bit too much." Kurt told him with a grin.
Just as Kurt finished speaking, a black limousine bulled up in front of Kurt and honked it's horn. Kurt smiled at the driver who smiled back.
"Hello there ." The driver had a slight accent, and a light voice. "It's good to see you back in town." Nigel got out of the drivers seat and started putting their luggage in the trunk of the car.
"It's good to be back Nigel." Kurt addressed the driver, who New Directions now knew the name of. "I've missed it."
"Is this all?" Nigel asked, pointing to the now full trunk of the car.
"Yeah, I think so." Kurt said. "Is that all guys?" He asked everyone.
There were a mix of 'yeahs' and 'mmhmms' form the group.
"Yeah, I'd say so." Kurt told Nigel.
Nigel opened the door to the limousine to reveal the interior. The seats were gorgeous black leather, soft to the touch as the gang found out as they stepped into it and sat down after Kurt. Once everyone was in, Nigel shut the door and went to the driver's seat. He started the engine, shot the people in the back a grin through the rear view mirror and in a voice mimicking a pilot he said, "To the loft!"
The girls grinned and giggled at the joke and Nigel's charm.
"Don't be fooled ladies," Kurt drawled with a smirk. "He's married with kids."
"Why do you have to ruin my fun, Sir?" He mock wiped a tear from his eye and pretended to look hurt.
"To help these mostly," Kurt shot Santana a look, who in return winked flirtation at him and licked her lips at him. "Innocent girls from losing something that can't be replaced."
Nigel chuckled and turned his attention back to the road.
"We should be there in about half and hour, Sir, and I believe the chief is cooking a little something special to celebrate your return." With that he rolled up the window separating the front seat from the back seat.
The thirty minutes passed in a blur of city lights and exclamations from the group. Rachael and Kurt talked about Broadway and the possibilities of maybe seeing a show while they were in the city. Mercedes, Tina and Quinn talked about clothing stores they wanted to visit and the boys were poking around the limo's mini fridge and were talking about the sweet ride. mainly watched as the kids had fun, smiling and thinking about the competition.
"Sir, we have arrived home. Welcome back."
The limo came to a halt at the front of a huge white building, with a sign saying Manhattan Merve on the side of it in sleek silver letters. The building had to be at least fifty stories high and was painted a cream colour. The limo door opened and Nigel's face could be seen clearly in the bright light of the afternoon sun.
Kurt stepped out and moved out of the way so that Rachael, Mercedies, Tina, Quinn, Puck, Finn, Mike and Sam, Santana, Brittant, Artie, and finally Mr. Shuester could get out.
"Dude, you live here?" Puck said to Kurt, amazement lacing his tone.
"Only when I'm in New York." He told him.
"What do you mean by that?" Tina asked.
"Well, I have homes in a lot of places. My family is pretty big. I have relatives all over the place. I have a cousin who lives in Italy, he married a woman there, and whenever I have work there I stay with them. I have an uncle over in Australia and I stay with him if I have a job there." Kurt told them as he lead the way to the lobby.
"What about out bags Kurtsie?" Brittany asked, confused as to why they were being left in the car.
"Brit, Nigel will take care of them. They'll be sent up to the lofts while we're at dinner."
"Oh. Okay then." She said in her ditzy voice.
Kurt led the way up to the elevators and pushed the button. While they were waiting for it to arrive on the ground floor, he explained what floor they were stying on and how to work the elevator.
"Okay, so there's a special pin you need to get to the place. I own the lofts on floors forty-seven and forty-eight. The girls and I are going to be staying on the forty-eighth and the boys on the forty-seventh. you'll be staying with the boys, correct?"
"Wait, why do you get to stay with the girls?" Puck objected as the elevator dinged and opened up.
"Because, unlike you, I'm not going to try and get in their pants. Oh, and all my stuff is in the master bedroom there." He snarked, losing patients with them.
They all began to clamber into the elevator, a rather tight fit considering the number of them, even in the spacious elevator.
"Okay, so as I was saying," Kurt stressed, sending a look to them all. "There is a pin for each floor. You'll need to remember them or else you'll have to call me and I can get the people at the front office to tell you the pin. Okay, so the pin for the girl's floor is zero-five-zero-six-nine-six. The pin for the boy's floor is zero-four-two-two-seven-four. You guys got that?" He pressed the numbers for his floor and the elevator began making its way up the building.
"The floor below us is the basement; it's where all the cars are kept. I have three down there. You guys will be able to use two of them, but I need the third to get abound to work. The floor above us it the dinning floor. It's where parties are held and there are chiefs there just about all the time. It closes at eleven o'clock at night and opens at five in the morning." Kurt explained.
"The top floor is where the pool is as well as the gym. It's indoors, and the gym is air conditioned." He told them.
They all nodded, although some, like Finn and Brittany looked confused. had a pen in his hand and was writing the pins on a piece of paper. They made it to Kurt's floor and made their way out. There were exclamations of wonder at the lofts size and design from everyone. Kurt grinned.
They were standing in the living room of Kurt's loft, all gaping at the sleek white walls and the art. There were framed pictures of Kurt and his family on the walls, as well as paintings of all kinds. The lounge was a white leather six seater, and in front of that was a glass coffee table with at least five different remotes on it. The television that was mounted on the wall was a sixty-four inch plasma with blue ray player and dev play connected to it.
Kurt had what seemed to be a collection of game consoles, ranging from old school Nintendo sixty-four to Wii. A few feet from the television was a huge oak bookcase filled to the brim with DVDs, games for the consoles, books, CDs, and magazines.
"Guys, you can also call me. I've got the pins so I can let you in. Don't be harassing Kurt too much while he's at work, okay?" He said, grinning and looking around.
"Yeah, okay." Was the reply for everyone. They were all pretty amazed that Kurt owned a place like this.
"Holy shit Kurt." Sam said, his tone full of wonder. "I knew you were ritch, but this is…woah."
"I gotta agree with white boy over there, boo." Mercedes said. "I mean, you own this, and the one down stares?"
"Yep. I've been renting them out while I was in school and getting better, but since I'm back in business…Well, I need them." He told her.
"Hey Kurt, is the one below like this?" Artie asked.
"Uh, yeah, I believe so. It's got all the main things, like couched and fridges and stuff like that but it's kind of bare now that the people renting it moved out."
It would seem that the boys had gathered around Kurt's game collection and were sizing it up to see if it was good enough.
"Fuck yes!" Puck shouted. "Dude, you have Mario Brothers! The original. Fuck yes! This is so cool."
"Oh, yeah!" Sam yelled. "Dude, Legend of Zelda! Kurt, I approve of this so hard."
"That's good to know." Kurt said dryly, looking over at them. "Because the lord knows, I strive to appease you." He rolled his eyes and went to talk to Mr. Shuester.
", I believe the chief had prepared us a meal over in the dining floor." He told the teacher. "Do you want to round them up, or shall I?" He smiled.
"You can do it if you want." The teacher said.
"Okay, everyone! Who's hungry? Because I know where there's food!" That got their attention. Ah, teenagers, so easy to lead on. "The chief down stares apparently had made us a welcoming dinner, so who's ready to go?"
"Oh, thank god." Tina said. "I'm so hungry I could eat a cow." There were nods of agreement from just about everyone, except Brittany who said something about Lord Tubbington, her cat, being able to eat three daily. Finn, Kurt noticed, nodded epically enthusiastically, as if my doing so would make the food magically appear in front of him.
Kurt made his way to the elevator, followed by Santana, Tina, Artie, Sam, Finn, Mercedes, Puck, Brittany, Quinn, Rachael, Mike, and Mr. Shuester. On the way down he explained that you only had to use the pin on the elevator if you wanted to go to a specific loft. Places like the gym, pool, dining room, and lobby were all pin free as long as they were leaving from your room.
The elevator stopped at the dining room floor and the doors opened.
BOOM!
The members of New Directions were assaulted by extremely loud, screams of the name Kurtie and arms being thrown in their direction.
"Oh, my god. What have you guys done?" Kurt was pulled forward by numerous amounts of arms. "What are you all doing here?"
"Kurtie, it's so good to see you!" One girl, with flowing brown hair and flawless chocolate skin said while hugging Kurt and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Laura, you look amazing! It's wonderful to see you too!" He said, his grin so big it looked as if it would split his face in half.
"Move it, L. I want me some white chocolate lovin'!" Said an Asian looking girl with short black hair in a bob cut. She then pushed the girl named Laura out of the way and promptly shoved her tongue down Kurt's throat.
Laura rolled her eyes at the Asian girl and introduced herself to the others. "Hi, I'm Laura. Me and Kurt go way back." Her voice was high and sweet. "Oh, and that's Clarinta. That's ho she normally greets Kurt, so don't mind that. She's still trying to convince him to have a threesome with her and Jackson over there."
She pointed to a tall boy with short auburn hair that was curled. He was tall, they all were actually, and they all looked about the age of seventeen.
"Why is it always the gay ones that get all the hot chicks?" Puck moaned in despair as he watched Clairnta stick her hand down the back of Kurt's pants, probably trying to get him more into it.
Laura and Jackson laughed watched as Kurt slowing untangled himself from Clarinta. His hair was a mess, his shirt was untucked and his lips were pink and pouty from Clarinta's enthusiastic pashing skills. Kurt said a quick hello to Jackson and then got down to business.
"What the heck are you guys doing here? How the fuck did you know I was in New York?" He said, excitedly.
"C'mon, let's get to the table. If we wait any longer, the food will go cold." Jackson said.
"A little birdie told us you were going to be here!" Clarinta said, grinning at him, as they made their way towards the table
"Meaning, my Aunt told you."
"Precisely."
They had reached the table now, and were taking their seats. Mercedes was sitting next to Kurt, who was sitting next to Laura who was seated next to Santana. Santana was sitting next to Brittany who was sitting next to Tina. Mike, Sam, Finn, and Puck were all sitting next to each other, and Artie, Clarinta and Jackson were sitting next to each other as was Quinn and Rachael. Mr. Shuester was sitting at the head of the table and was smiling at the kids.
The guys were talking about video games, the girls were talking about fashion, and Kurt was introducing his friends to the New Directions.
"Everyone," Kurt said, drawing everyone's attention, and smiling. "There are my friends Laura, Clarinta, and Jackson. We work together and have known each other since we were kids." He pointed to each one of them as he said their names.
"Guys," He said to Laura, Jackson, and Clarinta. "This is the New Directions." Jackson shorted at the name and so did Clarinta. Kurt shot them a glare; he knew damn well what the name sounded like when you said it out loud. "This is Rachael, Quinn, Artie, Puck, Sam, Mike, Tina, Brittany, Santana and Mercedes." He pointed to each one of them as he said their names, and they waved to them.
"And I'm Will Shuester, I'm the glee club director." Mr. Shuester added. He smiled at the three kids.
At that moment the food arrived, and so did the chief. "Hello, Mr. Hummel, it's good to have you back. I cooked this epically for you and your friends when I heard you were coming home from your Aunt." She smiled at the people seated at the table and added. "I hope you enjoy it!"
And with that, the waiters nearby swooped down and took the silver tops off the dishes. Just about everyone moaned in bliss at the wonderful smell. On the table was a large array of shies, from lobster to roast beef. Wasting no time, the teenagers and teacher dug in.
While eating, the New Directions talked about what they were going to do in New York, and chatted with the trio that Kurt had introduced them too. Artie and Jackson bonded over their mutual love of rap and Santana and Clarinta hit it off straight away for obvious reasons.
Laura and Mercedes were hitting it off, talking about something or another and Kurt was talking to Mr. Shuester, telling him about his plans for tomorrow.
By the end of dinner, everyone was acquainted, full and dead tired. It was only nine o'clock but they had done a lot today.
"Well, guys, I think it's time we headed back to the rooms." Mr. Shuester said, looking around at them.
"Yeah, I have work tomorrow and I need me beauty sleep." Kurt agreed.
There were murmurs of agreement from everyone and they all stood up to leave. Laura, Jackson, and Clarinta smiled and them and went to say goodbye to Kurt who had already made his way to the elevator along with the girls.
"I think we'll be seeing each other sooner than you think!" Laura winked at him and giggled as she made her way into one of the elevators.
"See you later Kurtie! I love you." Grinned Clarinta as she kissed him on the cheek and followed Laura.
"Later Kurt. I think we have work together later this week, so I'll see you then, yeah?" Jackson gave him a hug and walked into the elevator just as it began closing. All three waved their hands and yelled their goodbyes to the rest of New Directions as the doors shut.
"They're nice, Kurt." Said Mercedes, smiling. "They seem like really cool people."
"Yeah, they are." He replied as the group began to pile into the elevator. "We've known each other for ages. We've been through a lot."
Mr. Shuester pinned in the key for the boy's room and then they were off. The elevator dinged as it stopped at the boys room. They shuffled in and Mr. Shuester explained things to them. "Okay guys, I want everyone in bed by ten o'clock. Girls, I trust you to be responsible up there without an adult. I want everyone in the dining room by seven o'clock because we have a tour of the city at eight thirty and Kurt has work."
The girls smiled and promised that they would be angels. "If we're naughty then Kurt can spank us, right?" Santana said, clawing the air in his direction. Kurt blushed.
"No." Mr. Shuester replied, his face a mask of not amused. "Girls, I mean it, no funny business."
"It'll be okay, I'll be there to tame them." Kurt joked.
"Good." The teacher said. "Well, I think that's all. I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning at seven!"
The girls and Kurt were too tired to talk as they made their way to the next floor, only murmuring words and speaking drowsily. There was one thing that woke them up though.
"I have fist dibs on the shower!" Yelled Santana, dashing to her room to grab her towel and soap.
"I dibs second!" Mercedes yelled and ran after her.
"I'm sharing with Tanny!" Brittany shouted, and skipped off to get her things.
Quinn, Kurt Rachael and Tina watched with their mouths hanging open and eyes wide as they fought at the door.
"I called dibs first!" Growled Santana as she reached the door.
"Well, I got here first" Mercedes bit out as she pushed Santana out of the way.
"Go Tanny! Woo!" Brittany shouted, fist pumping from the sidelines and doing the occasional high kick.
It was like watching two tigers fight, brutal and unforgiving.
"C'mon, you guys, let's leave these two wildcats to their own thing. I have a shower in my room." Kurt whispered to Tina, Quinn and Rachael. The nodded silently and snuck past the two on the ground who were still fighting and silently made their way to Kurt's room, where they proceeded to lock themselves in.
"Kurt, is that a waterbed?" It was the first thing out of Tina's mouth when she stepped into the room. The three girls just stopped and stared at it. It was huge, with black silk sheets and looked extremely comfortable.
"Oh, yeah." He grinned. "I love them. You can hop on it if you want."
That was all the prompting they needed as they threw themselves at the bed, giggling as it bounced and juggled.
"So, who wants to have the shower first?" Kurt asked. "I'm perfectly fine with waiting, but you might want to go get your gear first."
"I'll go first if you don't mind." Quinn said. "I hate the feeling of being dirty after being on an aeroplane. They just make me feel…grubby, y'know?" She went to go grab her things from her room, which was just down the hall.
"Oh, yeah I know where you're coming from. That feeling where it's like you have a layer of dirt on your skin after being on one. It's so disgusting." Tina agreed.
"Okay, can we please not talk about that while you're on my bed? It's not really making me feel all that good about sleeping on it tonight." Kurt joked as he sat down on it and they all giggled.
"Mind if I go second?" Rachael asked.
"No problem." Tina replied. "I don't really want to leave this bed. It's so awesome. And comfortable. When you die can I have it Kurt?" She grinned, clearly joking.
"Of course." He smiled, showing of all of his teeth. "But what if I die in it? Will you want it then?"
"Sure, why not? A little death never hurt anyone!"
"Okay, now that you guys have thoroughly freaked me out, I'm going to go have a shower." Said Quinn, pyjamas in hand and soap in the other. "They're still a it out there, you know. It's kind of funny."
"I'm going to go brave the hallways and get my stuff as well." Rachael told Tina and Kurt, getting up and heading towards the door.
"I might do that too." Tina smiled. "We'll be back in a second, okay Kurt?"
"Yeah, sure." He nodded, getting his own things ready for his shower.
They came back about three minutes later, trying to hold back giggles. "Oh, gosh. Kurt, things are really heating up between Santana and Mercedes." Tina giggles.
"What's even funnier is that Brittany stole the shower while they were at it and they still haven't noticed." Laughed Rachael.
Quinn walked out at that point, hair wet and pyjamas on and Rachael got up and headed for the shower herself.
"Hey Kurt," She said, while towel drying her hair with one hand. "Do you have a brush I can borrow? I might as well get it done while I'm here."
"Yeah, sure. Let me just find it." Kurt dug around his suitcase until he found it way at the bottom. "Here you go."
"Have you ever noticed that the things you need first are always at the bottom of the suitcase?" Tina asked her tone quizzical.
"Oh, yes! My pyjamas were way at the bottom." Quinn exclaimed.
"It happens all the time." Kurt said. "It's so annoying."
"What's annoying?" Rachael asked as she walked in, her baby blue pyjamas on and her hair soaked.
"Suitcases." Tina said.
"…I see."
"Rach, do you want me to help you with your hair? It's soaking." Kurt offered.
"Oh, yes please!" She smiled and sat down in front of him. He took the towel from her and began to gently rub it dry.
"Well, I had better get in there and clean myself." Tina grinned. "I'll be naked."
"Oh my god, Tina." Kurt pulled a face. "Unnecessary imagery."
"You know you love me." She yelled as she pranced off towards the shower.
"That is so debatable."
"You know you care!" She yelled even louder.
"Oh god, what have we created?" Quinn moaned and Rachael laughed.
"Just shout whenever, and I'll be there!"
"A monster. A cold hearted, ruthless, Justin Bieber loving monster." Kurt said, his expression full of dread.
Rachael mock screamed and Quinn pretended to faint, flopping onto Kurt's bed.
"I can hear you guys!" Tina yelled. "You're not funny."
"Yes we are!" They yelled back.
"Yeah, well, you're not very funny." She said as she walked out in her pyjamas and dried her hair. "I'm the very funny one here." She grinned.
"You wouldn't know funny if it shot you in the head with a water gun." Quinn teased, smiling. Tina poked out her tongue at her and grinned.
"Anyway, you lot had better be off to bed." Kurt told them. "I need to shower and break up Mercedes and Santana. G'night girls."
"Oh, good luck. You'll need it, I think." Rachael said after kissing Kurt on the cheek as she walked out the door and headed to her room.
"Yeah, I'd say so as well." Tina said, looking down at the couple who were still fighting. "G'night Kurt." She kissed him on the cheek as she said it and walked out the door.
"See you tomorrow, Kurt." Quinn gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as well and headed to her room.
Kurt walked towards Mercedes and Santana who were practically wrestling on the carpet and stood there, glaring at them. "Really girls? Is this necessary? No, I think not."
"This bitch started it." They said it at the exact same time, almost scarily and continued to roll around on the floor.
"I don't care I'll finish it if you two don't stop." He told them.
"Yeah, right" Santana laughed. "You couldn't do jack squat."
That was it. Kurt Hummel had officially had enough. He was tired, he had work tomorrow, he had yet to text Blaine, yet to shower, and these two were pushing hum way past his limit of patients. Kurt grabbed Santana's arm and using all his strength, pulled her off Mercedes, and pushed her into sitting position on the floor.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE CHILDREN, SO I'LL TREAT YOU LIKE CHILDREN. TIME OUT. TEN MINUTES FACING TH WALL OF SHAME, OR YOU COULD ACT LIKE BIG KIDS AND JUST DO ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS." Kurt shouted at them.
Santana and Mercedes looked stubbornly at each other and slowly put their hands out. Kurt counted to three and they both did either rock paper of scissors. Mercedes won.
The other girls had stepped outside of their rooms just in time to see Kurt lose his temper. Kurt thought this was ridiculous. They were seventeen for god's sake why couldn't they act it, Kurt though as he went to his room for his shower.
Santana sat there, staring at the wall in silence, waiting for her turn. Five minutes later when Mercedes walked out, she ran in to have hers.
Kurt sighed as he lay down in his bed his hair still wet from his shower, relaxing and letting his body sink into the water bed. Quickly grabbing his phone and checking the time, Kurt saw that it was ten o'clock. Hoping that Blaine as awake, he began to type out his text.
Hey, are you awake? ~K
Kurt waited a minute or so before there was a reply.
Yeah, I was just about to text you actually ~ B
Oh, cool. So, how are you liking NYC? XD ~K
Smooth, Kurt, real smooth.
I lovin' it at the moment. ;) ~B
Was that flirtation? There was a winky face. That meant flirtation, right? Oh god, Blaine, you don't know what you're doing to me, thought a frantic Kurt.
Me too ;) ~K
What time do you have to be up? Don't you have work tomorrow? ~ B
Yeah, I do. I have to be up around seven. : ~K
Woah, that sucks. I have to be up at eight thirty. Lucky me, eh? But I think your teacher and my teacher are arranging something between us. ~ B
Oh god, what did he mean by that? Us? What us? Blaine and Kurt? Kurt and Blaine? The warblers and New D –
Kurt's thoughts were just off by his phone vibrating.
New Directions and the Warblers, I mean. Like, tour groups and stuff. ~B
Oh, I see. I don't think I'll be going on much of them. I've seen the city. :[ ~K
Oh. : ( Well, you never know, there might be something else. ~B
Yeah, I hope so. I had better go to bed soon. G'night Blaine. c: ~K
Sweet dreams ~B
With that final message, Kurt put his phone on his dresser and went to bed.
It's one in the morning and I am dead tired. It probably got worse and worse as it went on, so sorry about that.
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