Dum-dum-dum, I'm here again! What is Kurt doing this evening?
And still I don't owe anything. Really have to do something about that.
Chapter 4
The ticket was paid for, he had got a week off of work and he suddenly felt a heavy burden lifted off his shoulders. Kurt sighed before standing up from his soft and fluffy couch which he had fallen in love with over the past two days. He had only been out of the apartment for briefly two hours yesterday morning when he was down at the office dropping of some documents for Jenny, his assistant. The air inside his apartment was thick and heavy, and the shamefulness could probably be felt if anyone walked in.
He walked over to the refrigerator to get something to drink. One carton of milk that had expired a week ago, some cheese and a jar of strawberry jam was everything he had. He let out a loud sigh, closed the door and turned to go back to the living room. While walking past the stove he caught a glance of his reflection in the glass. His hair was standing out everywhere, his skin was grey for not seeing daylight, the t-shirt was all wrinkly and the bags under his eyes were the size of a lumberjack.
"Ugh… Look at me! That is hideous. I'm so glad no one can see me now." He let his fingers slide through his messed up hair. His facial expressions were not pleased with what he saw.
"Kurt Hummel. Get your act together! Take a shower, moisturize that face and for the love of God do something about that hair. Then you can go out and get some fresh air." He knew that talking to himself was kind of schizophrenic, but he didn't care at all. Talking out loud to himself was helping him listening. His stomach made a high noise of hunger. "And maybe get something to eat."
After an hour or so in the bathroom Kurt was ready to be seen out in public again. He had put on his skinny, blue jeans, a black buttoned up shirt and a gray vest. He took a look in the mirror and figured out that something was missing from his outfit, and started looking through one of his boxes with accessories. On the bottom of the fourth box he found a brooch he hadn't been wearing in a long time. The last time he wore it was when he got his first job at Vogue, the internship that turned in to his current occupation. Fastening the hippo-brooch, doing a twirl and running his tongue over his front teeth, he was now ready for a walk.
When closing the door behind him and standing on the sidewalk he stopped for a few second trying to decide where he should go. Brooklyn by night was nothing Kurt was a fan of, so he decided to jump in a cab and drive over the bridge to Manhattan.
The lights from the Manhattan skyline were glittering against the black sky. He had always thought that New York at night was something of the most spectacular and beautiful thing one could experience, but tonight it seemed too big, and dark and lonely. Just as he had felt the last couple of days.
He jumped out of the cab not far away from Central Park. Taking a stroll down the park should clear up his mind a bit. He walked past a bunch of carolers singing; It's the most wonderful time of the year, there'll be much mistltoeing, and hearts will be glowing when love ones are near. It's the most wonderful time of the year.
His eyes rolled, and he felt the irony creeping up his spine when he tried to rush past them. Hearing the sound of the carolers disappearing a little by little, he slowed down the pace.
He looked around and saw couples holding hands and stealing smalls kisses from each other. The jealousy formed a knot in his stomach. Looking at people being so happy and in love was almost unbearable when he felt so miserable.
Suddenly, it was like the time stopped. In between all the happy men and women, sitting on a bench alone, lit up by the moonlight was someone how looked quite familiar. He hadn't seen him in over five years, almost six. 'Could it be?' He looked gorgeous. And also… Perhaps a bit… Vulnerable? The world was turning around Kurt in a speed that made him nauseated.
His feet was walking towards the man on the bench, it was like his body took control over the situation. The man in the red scarf and beanie was facing the other way. About three feet away from him, Kurt whispered:
"Blaine…?"
