A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reviews. I've been so drowned in work. Damn Senior Year. I'm very glad to see that this story is resonating positively with you guys. WARNING: I'm sorry that my chapters are so short. Wish that I promise that they will get longer, but it probably won't happen. Whenever inspiration pops into my head, I have to hurry and get it out, or I'll lose it. Hahahah. Enjoy.
"RA-RA-Ah-Ah-Ah! Ro-Mah-"
Kurt slammed his hand hurriedly over the alarm, trying to silence his 'Bad Romance' alarm tune. He rolled over and squinted at the ceiling. The sun hadn't crept into his room yet. Too early, he thought to himself, covering his eyes with a delicate hand, and allowing his eyes to drift close. Then, realization dawned on him.
Puck.
Shit, Kurt thought to himself, raising quickly and checking his iPhone for the time. 4:12. "Oh sweet GaGa," Kurt muttered under his breath, before swinging his small feet over the bed and placing them into his fluffy bed shoes.
Kurt was still totally oblivious as to why on Earth Puck wanted to meet him. Even though both the boys were in Glee together, Puck always managed to find a way to distance himself away from the soprano. Kurt had figured that was homophobic.
The tired boy shuffled into the bathroom and twisted the hot water nozzle on the shower panel. He cautiously removed and aid his amber, silk pajamas into his dirty clothes basket.
He entered the foggy shower, his face scrunching as the scalding water splattered him and he was forced to add more cold to the mixture. When the water became cool enough, Kurt turned and allowed the liquid to cascade over his pale back. Then he began his complicated washing process, which involved him thoroughly scrubbing every single particle on his body.
He finished up in the shower, and pulled his fluffy white bathrobe against his bare skin. He grabbed a bottle of Rose Facial Milk, his favorite organic facial cream, and began his morning moisturizing process. It always took up most of his morning, but it was well worth it. Kurt Hummel was well known for his flawless skin.
He reluctantly decided to rush this morning, in order to make great time. By the time he was finished, it was 4:48. And he still hadn't picked out a decent outfit.
After a few seconds of thought, Kurt chose to wear his Cheerios uniform. That way, if Puck had intended to harass him, he would catch all forms of hell from Coach Sylvester about damaging school property and harming her lead singer.
Kurt grabbed his books off the couch and a wheat muffin from the fridge, before hurrying out to his Navigator.
It took a few minutes to get to the school, and by the time he did, Kurt noticed to sun's appearance just beyond the horizon.
Kurt whipped his van through the school gateway entrance a lot faster than he intended. His steady tapping on the driving wheel show his nervousness, and he could feel his heart beating with anxiety. He parked his baby in the parking lot and took a deep breath. This was it. The big moment of confrontation. The boy hesitantly stepped out the vehicle, neck craning to catch a glimpse of anybody. No one in sight.
Kurt looked down at his watch, shaking his head. 5:12. He was only a little late. Kurt stood there, his body frozen with anger as he waited for Puck. Nothing.
"Damn him," Kurt said bitterly. Puck had screwed him over. Big surprise, he thought to himself, his face burning in embarrassment. What would Puck have to say to him anyway?
Kurt grabbed his phone and glared at the message squatting in his inbox.
He crawled back into his Navigator, his icy stare fixated on the steering wheel. Kurt Hummel was pissed, and he would make sure to let Puckerman know when he next saw him.
"You know, you should really lock your car doors."
Kurt yelped in surprise as the deep voice echoed into his ears from the passenger seat.
Well, there you go. A filler chapter with a hopefully suspenseful ending. I'll try to update more often, maybe on a schedule. Don't forget to review.
