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02.
Kurt needed to get out of the house, and away from Finn.
It was Saturday and he had been left alone with Finn, who hadn't stopped playing video games since Friday night. Carole was at the hospital while Burt was at the Garage, dealing with an emergency. Kurt had gone in for a few hours that morning to help but had left at lunch, he wanted to do some homework and pick up some groceries.
When Kurt gotten home, and asked Finn for help; Finn, who hadn't even showered yet and was surrounded by food bags of food, had only shouted obscenities at the game he was still playing, completely ignoring the other boy.
Kurt managed to get everything in and was the middle of rolling the dough for the pizza they'd be having for dinner when Finn called to him, 'bring me a Coke!' it was laced with profanities aimed at the game. 'And a sandwich,' he added.
'Get it yourself!' Kurt shouted back, 'I'm busy!"
'So am I!'
Kurt rolled his eyes, 'pause your idiot game and get your unwashed, lazy ass off the couch and get it yourself.'
'But Kurt,' Finn whined, 'if you'd just brought it when I'd asked, I'd have it by now.'
'If you'd gotten it yourself you would've had it sooner,' Kurt snarled back.
'Why are you being such a bitch about this?'
'Because you lumbering ignoramus, I am elbow deep in pizza dough, making the dinner that you had to have immediately, even though Carole had something special planned tonight that wasn't good enough for you. And I'm NOT your damn maid!'
An angry growl came from the living room, 'Bring me my damn Coke!'
Kurt stormed over to the fridge, grabbed a can and gave it a good shake before launching it at Finn's head, 'next time get it yourself!' he bellowed before going back to the dough, wishing he had a door to slam.
He gave a small smile of satisfaction when Finn cried out as the can hissed all over him, and began to sing along with the radio as he finished up the pizzas.
Kurt wondered if he could get Finn out of the house for a bit, before remembering that Rachel had about a dozen lessons today.
He was about to call Mercedes, to get himself out of the house, only to remember that she had to babysit her sisters. Blaine was out because he was on a date with Sam.
He tried calling Puck but it went straight to voicemail.
With a sigh he flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, he could hear Finn still playing his video game in his pyjama's that were, no doubt, still soaked with coke. Ew.
He decided to go for a jog.
He changed and headed up to tell Finn, 'I'm going for a jog, I'll be back in about an hour or so,' he stated flatly as he walked by Finn.
'What? You're not going to clean up?' Finn asked, finally pausing his game to look at Kurt expectantly.
'So now you pause your game?'
'Are you going to clean?' Finn asked again, trying to brush the crumbs from his sticky shirt.
Kurt levelled his iciest, bitchiest glare at Finn, 'Really? Seriously?' Sylvester would have hidden behind Schuester.
Finn just nodded.
Kurt spun on his heal and stormed from the house, slamming the door hard enough to make the windows shake.
'So, no, then?' Finn called after Kurt.
Kurt ran fast and hard, wanting to get his anger at his idiot step brother out of his system. He ran full out for almost thirty minutes before he had to stop because of a cramp.
He was glad he'd had enough sense to bring a bottle of water with him, as he walked off the cramp.
With a sigh, he wandered around the park he'd ended up in. He didn't recognize it and suddenly realised that he was in a less reputable part of town. Damn Finn and his idiocy. Kurt immediately turned around and headed back the way he'd come in a light jog.
He heard yelling and, despite his better judgement, he went to investigate, and found a group of young kids, none of them older than 12, all huddled around something.
One of the boys was demanding that they hold something still so he could burn its tail, while a little girl sobbed for them to stop.
The boy that was blocking Kurt's view of whatever they were torturing finally moved, and Kurt caught sight of a small black and grey kitten with a tuft of long fur on its head that looked absolutely petrified as it did absolutely everything in its power to get away.
'Oh my god! Loki! What the hell are you doing to my cat?' Kurt demanded angrily as he stormed towards the group.
Kurt scooped up the kitten and cooed softly to it, even as he continued to glare at the kids who hadn't moved.
The kitten trembled in Kurt's hands, but didn't try to get away.
'You better hope he's not injured in any way, because if he is I will find your parents and you will be paying his medical bills.'
'It's just a stupid cat,' the kid with the lighter scoffed.
'How would like it if I tried to burn your dog's tail, or your little sister's arm or your leg?' The kid looked a little shocked, 'it may be "just a stupid cat", but he means something to someone. Think about it the next time you want to hurt another stupid cat or a smaller kid.' Kurt stated, before he stormed off, holding the kitten tightly, but gently.
As he headed home, he wondered how exactly he was going to explain the cat to his father and Carole; because there was no way he was giving the adorable creature up, even if it did shed on everything.
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