For the full five-minute car ride, Kurt considered whether this was really what he wanted, especially armed with the knowledge that he would be working closely with someone who had, apparently, known him in high school, at least to some degree. He didn't want to think about high school. That was the last thing he wanted, in fact. That wasn't exactly the most pleasant time in his life, and he'd changed a lot in the last 12 years.
Maybe I should take this as a sign that I need to focus on the house and spending time with my dad. It's not like I don't have money coming in. I do. The sales on that script are picking back up again, and I'm sure there will be more coming after November. I don't really need this job…
But I do, actually, don't I? Dad told me himself when I came back last week. "You need something to do besides worry about me and stare at those dusty walls." I know he was talking about picking up my pen and writing again, but I think this counts. It's something else to focus on. My eventual freelance clients will be something else, too.
I can't up and quit with no explanation, especially not after the way Joel was so excited to have me. And really, this guy—Blaine—hasn't given me any reason to assume I won't like him. It's not his fault that he brought up high school. He's just being honest; that's how he knew me. He has no way of knowing that I don't want to be associated with that version of me anymore. It's not his fault. I'll just have to stick it out.