Authors notes:
Sorry for the short delay but I've been busy and Danika went and saw Mary Poppins in Sydney on the weekend (as you do) so we are a bit behind but alas onwards and upwards! I hope you are enjoying this ride as much as I am conducting it, do you like Blaine? Jeff? Or how about Angela? Let me know in the reviews, what you think of the characters mean the most so go ahead I'd love to hear.
Enjoy,
Have a glorious day,
Sophie
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Why?
Kurt took a quick shower before heading to his bedroom and opening his window and lighting up a cigarette. Angela hasn't gone through any smoking rules with him yet so he figured he would take his chances. He could hear Jeff and Blaine moving around getting ready for bed. It seemed Blaine would be staying the night which appeared to be a usual affair around here. Kurt took a drag blowing it out into the moonlight sky counting how many stars he could see.
There was a knock at the door, Kurt turned around on the window sill and leaned against it, cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he mumbled "Come in,"
Kurt inwardly groaned as he saw the annoying face of Jeff's friend.
"What do you want kid?" Kurt asked watching as Blaines eyes bulged at him smoking.
"Oh erm, you know Angela will kill you if she sees you smoking," Blaine stuttered.
"Do I look like a give a shit, now why did you come in here?" Kurt asked annoyed.
"Oh right, me and Jeff just wanted to know if you wanted to join us in our action movie marathon?" Blaine asked nervously. The boy intimidated him even knowing that they were both the same age. Not to mention the fact that Kurt talked down to him anyway.
"Well that sounds swell, then we can all hold hands and be best friend forever!" Kurt said smiling before blowing a puff of smoke up towards the ceiling.
"Oh, so I'll take that as a no?" Blaine asked unsure of Kurts sarcasm.
"Look you can take it as whatever you want honey, just get the fuck out of my room and don't ever come near it again," Kurt said turning around and looking out his window once more.
Blaine opened his mouth to say something but closed it again and quietly left the room. He wondered what had made the boy so rude and bitter. Had he always been like that wherever it was he used to live? Maybe he didn't want to leave and is taking the move harsh? But the bitterness seemed deeper than that, like he had been this way for a long time. Blaine wondered about the pale boy all the way back to Jeff's room before settling into the top bunk and Jeff pressing play on the tv.
"He's not joining us?" Jeff asked passing the popcorn up to Blaine.
"Nah, not this time," was Blaine's reply as he tried to focus on the car chase on the screen and not the mysterious, rebellious boy a couple rooms down.
Kurts thought were completely opposite to Blaine's. Kurt began thinking about what school he would be going to. Most probably the same one Jeff went too, although that one looked expensive. Maybe that's what Kurt's inheritance would be used for. Tuition to a snobby school. There were a million other things Kurt could think of using that money for and half of them weren't legal. Kurt threw his cigarette out the window before closing it and lying down on his bed.
He lay back wondering what other liquor Angela might have stashed in the house that he could drink tomorrow. Before he knew it he had fallen asleep.
Kurt was woken up early that morning by someone rushing in with a cup of tea telling him to hurry. Kurt looked around dazed for a second wondering why Carol was in his room. He then realized it was his Aunt who was balancing three kinds of brief cases and trying to apply lipstick as she rushed out the door shouting across the hall at someone.
Kurt blearily got up picking up the cup of tea and wandered downstairs. looking at the clock and he saw it was seven in the morning. He noticed Blaine sat at the counter eating some toast. Kurt was about to ask him why the hell he was up so early when Blaine spoke.
"Im an early bird, same can't be said for Jeff though, we won't see him for another couple hours," he said before taking a bite of his toast. Kurt sat down next to Blaine and took his second piece of toast. Blaine was about to say something when he looked at Kurts eyes that were daring him too say something. Blaine just closed his mouth before looking into his glass of orange juice.
"Right boys I'm about to leave, Kurt! Right, Joe expects you down at the garage in half an hour ready to work, do me good! Have a good day Blaine, make sure Jeff gets up before midday, you two do have school tomorrow." Angela said making her way to the door.
"Only one more week mind you, then we are free as birds for six weeks," Blaine said with a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes. Kurt bit into his toast chewing while watching Blaine.
"Good point, we won't see Jeff for those six weeks then, you will have to keep me sane! Right see you boys later, Kurt don't be late," Were Angela's final words before the door was shut and the sound of the car backing out and driving away could be heard.
Blaine turned and saw Kurt looking at him with narrow eyes.
"What?" He asked taking a sip of his orange juice.
"Why do I get the feeling you are a regular house guest?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"Well I suppose I am, what is it too you?" Blaine asked mocking Kurts suspicion.
"Well now I'm just going to have to control myself from hitting you every time I see your fucking obnoxiously happy face most days, or I could just hit you, that's always an option," Kurt said finishing his toast and drinking his tea.
Blaine didn't feel like Kurts words were playful and light, he seriously knew Kurt would hit him. Blaine nervously gulped before pushing away from the counter and walking towards the stairs.
"I'm just going to go have a shower, remember not to be late," Blaine said as he retreated up the stairs.
"You're not my fucking mother!" Kurt shouted. He tossed his plate in the sink rather loudly and Blaine grimaced as he heard the noise before shutting the bathroom door and letting out a breath. He hadn't realized how hard it was to be in the same room as him. He got a strong feeling Kurt didn't like him very much and Blaine shuddered to think what Kurt did to people he didn't like.
Kurt jogged up the stairs, slipped on some new clothes before pocketing a packet of fags and heading out the door. He shut it loudly behind him hoping it would make the little shit jump.
Kurt made his way down the street Angela had told him that garage was down. Hopefully he would make it through the day and not get fired for throwing something at someone even know most people in this world need a good thump on their heads to remind them that the world isn't all sun and rainbows.
Sometimes life was hard, really hard and sometimes people couldn't bring themselves to smile because sometimes people no longer had a reason too.
