A/N: So I just had to write another chapter. I'm hooked on this story guys. This story is like my drug. I love writing badass Kurt as well so the next chapter might be soon as well. Just wait for what I have in store. I think you'll love it.
It was Wednesday, Humpback day, and it was time for Kurt's weekly visit to Allison's house. He loved Allison. She was his best friend once he married Derek. She taught him everything he needed to know about living this type of life. She told him when to shut his mouth and how to work Derek the way to get what Kurt wanted.
Allison wasn't just a friend. In legal terms, she was his cousin-in-law or something like that. Kurt never really kept up. All he knew was that she was like family to him and she was the best friend he's had in a while.
Allison is a petite girl with brunette hair and alabaster skin. She could easily past for a pin-up and much younger version of Dita Von Teese except without all that extra weight. But the one thing Kurt loved most about Allison is that she's never afraid to tell it like it is. She is a true mob wife to her core and all the other wives and goomars have nothing on her. Kurt learns everything from her.
He drove to her house in his Bugatti Veyron, it was a birthday gift from Derek, and parked outside her massive garage. He wore black skinny jeans and a white shirt with an American flag printed on front. He ripped the bottom of the shirt into tassels that showed off his nice abs. To complete the look he added a crocheted leather shrug that had tassels hanging from his mid-back down to his knees; and a pair of black leather boots.
He walked up to her front porch and rang the doorbell. He heard it echo throughout the house before he heard footsteps at the door. The maid opened the door before leading him to the backyard where the table was set up with coffee, because Allison doesn't like tea, and biscotti.
Allison sat there, looking gorgeous as ever. She wore a pure white satin off the shoulder top with black satin under bust corset laced as tight as possible; paired with a black pencil skirt and six inch stiletto pumps. She smiled at him while taking a sip of her coffee. The maid was dismissed and Allison fixed Kurt with a stare.
"So, my sweet angel face, what has been going on? I hear we have a new FBI investigation coming along. How is that going?" She smiled condescendingly. Kurt could never understand how she heard about these things but it's the mob and he doesn't question it.
"Oh darling, it's been hell. You don't even know. I don't know where to even begin. They've been trying to bring down my family and it's just been a horrifying experience." Kurt ranted on. He didn't even notice Allison's curious expression either. "And he's acting like he still knows me and, ugh." Kurt finally looked up to a confused Allison. "What?" He asked.
"I was just wondering when they became him." She said nonchalantly. Kurt blushed and turned away. "Who is this man, Kurt?" Whenever she would use his name it always sounded so bad like he was being scolded.
"Do you remember the man I told you about when I first met you? The one I was dating before Derek?" Kurt asked. When she nodded he continued. "Well, it was more than just dating. His name is Noah. He was my first…my first love."
Allison looked serious and took a sip from her coffee. "Do you still love him?" She asked.
"No, at least, I don't think so." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Look, I chose Derek over him, and I did it again not too long ago when he came over to chat. I even warned him away." She smiled at that. "It doesn't mean, however, that I've over him completely." She grimaced this time.
"Well it seems like you already made a decision then." When Kurt went to talk she cut him off. "Just because you still love him doesn't mean that you have to go running to him. You also made the decision and chose Derek. I don't think you can turn back now. Do you even want to?" She asked.
"No, of course not! I love Derek." Of course Kurt really wasn't sure but he needed to keep that locked away. The way he said it made Allison think there was something missing to the puzzle and she didn't like being confused.
"What is he doing?" She asked. Kurt snapped his head at her and grimaced at her questioning stare.
"It's nothing out of the ordinary. He's been sleeping with Stiles." She sighed. "I know, I know, I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut. It doesn't mean I have to like it." He said. And he didn't. Derek was supposed to be his only but he knew that when it came to goomars he just had to let it happen.
"I know it's hard. I went through it myself, until Scott realized that I was the only one for him. But it'll get easier. Derek will wake up one day." She tried to reassure him. Kurt sighed again.
"I just wish it didn't happen in my own home." Allison snapped her head at him and stared hard. "What?" He asked.
"He cheats in your home?" She asked incredulously.
"Yeah, sometimes I'll come home and I'll hear them. Just last week after Noah left, they came down half sweaty and Stiles had a bite mark on his neck." She turned red in fury and Kurt didn't know why. Wasn't this how it was supposed to be?
"Kurt, sweet face, let me tell you something. Derek is allowed to have as many goomars as he wants but he is never, ever, allowed to bring them into your home. Not only is that a complete disrespect to you, but it is a complete disrespect to the house and family name. It shows that he doesn't care for the people who live in it." She nearly screamed. She couldn't believe Derek would fuck Stiles in his own home.
Kurt stared incredulously at her. He couldn't believe the things he was hearing. Derek was not only disrespecting him but his family name. This was completely unacceptable. "Well what do I do?" Kurt wanted, no, needed to know.
"The next time they do it in your home, give Stiles a little two for one special. And by that I mean your fists. Make sure he knows that you run that house and home and no gun moll will ever say otherwise." She finished with a smirk.
He smiled and thought it over. He definitely wanted to beat Stiles' ass but before now he never knew he could. But the next time he's sees it happen, which he thinks will be very soon, Stiles has another thing coming.
The rest of the visit was normal. They drank their coffee and talked about the new fashion line and they tried to avoid the topic of the FBI investigation. Now that Kurt had the revelation that he still indeed loved Noah, he didn't want to even give it time to reemerge from the depths of his tar black soul. He needed to be a mob "wife" and he needed to take control soon.
Kurt drove down to market to pick up a quick snack and drink before going home. He walked in real quick and got his favorite cognac and bourbon before heading back out. He would tell their cook to make some steak to go with the cognac. He was in a happy mood and he wanted to keep it that way.
Before he reached his car Noah appeared and stopped him. "Hey can we talk real fast?" He said.
"I don't think that's a very good idea." Kurt replied before trying to break away. He didn't succeed and Noah continued.
"Look, I'm not wearing a wire. I just need five minutes." Kurt huffed before turning around and raising an eyebrow to symbol a 'what?' Noah laughed. "You know you use to do that when we were together too. It was always how you answered me." Kurt went to turn away but he was stopped again. "Wait, I want you to come to dinner with me."
"I have a husband." Kurt replied.
"Not as a date. Just to catch up. I haven't seen you in forever and I sort of miss talking to you." Kurt still stared a little incredulously. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere fancy since I know you've grown accustomed to that. And I'll even dress nice." Kurt still stared but he looked like he was coming around. "Just as friends." Noah said again.
Kurt sighed before nodding. "Okay, but just as friends." Noah smiled excitedly.
"Okay, meet me at Cipriani's restaurant on Wall Street at eight." Before Kurt could reply he was off again in the other direction. Kurt shook his head before getting back into his car.
When he got home he went upstairs to go put the bourbon in the office and the cognac in his room. When he passed the office he heard noises coming from inside. He knew those noises and he quickly ran to his room to set the drinks down. When he walked back he opened the door just a crack and peered inside.
He saw Derek plowing Stiles over his office desk and completely enjoying himself. Stiles wasn't even trying to be quiet. When he turned his head and looked down the hallway he saw the disapproving look from one of the maids.
Kurt shook his head. Not this time. He thought. He closed the door to the office and went back into his master bedroom without shutting the door. He poured himself a glass of cognac and ice and waited. He wasn't letting Stiles get away with it this time. Not again.
