Heyyy me again. Yes. I'm uploading multiple chapters in order to make up for the wait time between finishing MTN and finally posting this piece.
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(Kurt)
"Did you really need to put a sticker on everything we got together?" I huffed, pacing around the house.
"Well since you've decided you want nothing to do with me or the future we could've had together, at least I can reminisce." Blaine barked, slapping another blue sticker over yet another picture of the two of us.
"You chose to have an affair with the same guy you cheated on me with when I first started at NYADA!" I retorted, plopping down on the couch. The one thing that was still mine.
"I don't see any pictures of you and that glitter rock vampire taken down. Do I?!" He practically squealed, marching right up to me.
"Excuse me for keeping nice memories of someone, you wouldn't even let me see even after we got married." I hissed.
"So you two could have another fling behind my back?!" He barked.
"News flash, Blaine, we were already broken up when Elliott and I got together!" I hissed back, "Not once have I ever cheated on you, despite how many times I caught up with one of your little side dishes and explained who I was and that we were planning
to have a child together-!"
"Maybe if we had, this wouldn't have happened and we'd still be together."
"No, Blaine. The way of keeping us together was committing to a spontaneous wedding that was supposed to be for our friends. That's what marriage does! It keeps you together." I explained, rather harsh of a tone, "Raising a child together, believe it
or not, actually tests your tolerance for your life partner. It isn't a way to magically fix your problems!"
"You never wanted a child with me in the first place. Did you?" He seethed, arms crossed as he leaned on one hip.
"Actually, I did. For a time." I replied. "Right now, I really just want you to leave my house."
"Our house!" He snapped suddenly, "I agreed to move in with Sam until we can work things out. But this place is still in both our names. Don't forget that. We will work this all out and before you know it, it'll all be behind us."
"No. That's how it was when we were still in school and naive. Now, it's something you can't take back. Which is why we're separated." I explained, "Now get out."
"Kurt, get over yourself-"
"OUT! BEFORE I BREAK SOMETHING WITH YOUR STICKER ON IT!" I screamed practically, tears breaking through just after he turned. Finally pushed enough he stomped for the door and was gone, slamming it behind him.
My eyes cracked open at the light shining through the far window, lifting myself shakily. What time was it?
How long have I slept?
I glanced around the almost empty apartment, then squeezed my throbbing swollen eyes from the ache a long moment. Why am I still like this? It's been weeks. My answering machine is full, there's barely anything in the fridge. I can't remember the last
time I went out.
I need out. Now.
Taking a fast breath in, I pulled myself from the couch and walked to the bathroom, locking myself in to start up the shower and strip of the dirty clothes now sticking to my skin. I wasn't even aware how long I'd worn them. I truly was a complete mess.
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I heard moaning. The slap of skin against skin. Over and over and...
Elliott...
Pounding into me. Harder. Faster. Holding onto him. Clawing.
A moan slipped before I could catch it and my eyes flashed open the next second, staring at the empty shower. Then I noticed the slight... Problem...
Shit.
Biting hard on my lip I tried my best ignoring it, grabbing the shampoo and applying it, scrubbing away the days worth of sweat. My eyes fell shut again and soon the images of Elliott appeared, his face tucked in my neck.
"Kurt..." His voice calls. An echo. So vivid. "Baby, don't worry... It's okay..."
Soon I felt the warmth of soft hands running along my back and moist lips press to my shoulder, one hand reaching from my hair to my shoulder where his head was, but it was nothing more than a ghost. The ghost of a memory hidden away for so long.
style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"Elliott...
Suddenly a series of knocks filled the air and I jumped in a gasp, the towel dropping to the floor. At that I rushed to get dressed in a pair of silk pyjamas before brushing my damp hair back, then proceeded for the door.
style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"The sight before me made me freeze in my place.
"Kurt?" He breathed, eyes soft. "How... How long have you... Been back?" I didn't speak. I couldn't. The shock had completely taken over, I couldn't move. "Kurt." He called again, a little louder, hand coming to rest upon my cheek, "Kurt,
are you okay? What's wrong?"
Suddenly the realization hit me and my eyes widened, stepping back out of his grasp. But he took my actions as an invitation and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. After he was inside his eyes wandered to the walls around us, the
blank spaces where pictures once rested, the lack of furniture.
But his eyes soon fell back to me and softened further, stepping closer. "What happened? Something's wrong. I know it."
"How did you get here?" I asked, stepping back and making him stop in his tracks. "I- I haven't seen you in years and all of a sudden you just show up?!"
"Excuse me?" He raised a thick black brow, crossing his arms, voice still calm as he spoke, "You're the one who asked me if I could give you some time to yourself. Then I didn't hear from any of our friends, or you for years. Finally, a week
ago, I hear that after the month you said you needed space, you actually got married to the guy you were so broken up about. I figured, since I wasn't invited to the ceremony, I could at least come over and say my congrats."
style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;""Well it isn't needed now." I muttered, walking to the couch and sitting down. "Sorry I didn't invite you, it was a little last second anyway."
"I'm sure." His eyes rolled, "So what's up with your place? Are you moving?"
"Hopefully at some point. I can't stand the look if this place anymore. It's too much." I muttered, looking away.
"What do you mean 'too much'?" He asked. "I thought you two were all about sentimental value. Or is that your husband?"
"Ex-husband." I corrected, then stood to my feet as his expression , "Isn't it just so perfect you showed up? At a time like this!"
"Kurt... I'm... I had no idea-" he tried.
"Save it." I huffed, walking around to the kitchen. "Now you have a choice; either get out, or be my drinking buddy. I'm an hour late on my buzz."
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