After much searching I finally found Kurt in the hotel bar, trying to drown his sorrows away in tequila. He looked awful. Even from a distance, I could see his big blue puppy-eyes gazing unseeingly on the shot glass in front of him. I really did feel for him, I knew how much that title had meant to him. All I wanted to do was go over and hug him, but there was still to many people around to do that. Instead, I settled for climbing on to the barstool beside him and just reaching out and clasping his hand. "Hey you" I murmured.
"Oh Steph…" he began before he broke down completely, almost pulling me off my stool as he clutched at me, sobbing his heart out. At first I was too busy trying to regain my balance (never let anyone persuade you heels are easy to balance on) to react but then I noticed that people where beginning to look at us.
"Umm, Kurt, it's gonna be OK; umm, you can let go of me now, umm…"Kurt carried on crying. "Umm, people are beginning to stare at us Kurt. I –"
"Well I don't care!! I'm not ashhhamed to let people see me cry!!! You hear me folks, I'm not ashhhamed!!"
"Kurt," I began, in a low voice "I think you've had enough. Now I'm going to take the bottle and –"
"But it's mine Steppf, it's mine!!! You can't take that away from me, it's the only thing I've got left now!! It's mine!!!"
"OK, I'm taking you upstairs" I stated, trying to sling his arm over my shoulder and get him to stand upright. For someone who isn't that much taller then me, he sure is heavy! After a few attempts, I managed to get us going in more or less a straight line towards the lift. Once inside, I propped him against the wall, with him still holding his bottle blubbering about how it was his.
Finally, with more luck then skill, I managed to get us outside the door to his room, 814. Isn't it ironical how me and Kurt always end up in this room? Anyway, between the sobs I managed to get him to admit the key was his in his jacket pocket, so I leaned forward to get it out. Unfortunately, Kurt was so drunk he couldn't even stand still without swaying and ended up taking us both out. As I lay on the floor with Kurt on top of me I heard a familiar smirk. Turning my head I groaned as I recognised the familiar boots and legs of my least favourite person around, Chris Jericho. "Gee Steph, doesn't 2 dollars even get you the decency of a room nowadays? Or have you upped your prices? No wait, I've got it, the famous 2-dollar package is now anyone, anywhere, anytime?? But then again, that's what it was before."
"Just go to hell" I said through gritted teeth.
"Whatever Steph, I'll just be joining you there." He laughed and walked off, probably to find someone new to make fun out of. I really do hate that man.
A few minutes later, I'd managed to push Kurt off me, open the door and drag him inside, leaving him lying there on the floor. As if things couldn't get any worse, when I switched on the TV, all they had on was Titanic and I hate that film. Plus, there was only Coke and no diet in the mini-bar. I was not a happy McMahon.
Eventually, Kurt managed to resuscitate himself enough to actually get up and join me on the bed where I was watching the Matrix for the second time in a row, it being the only alternative to the sinking-ship.
"Steph, can you turn it down a bit? The TV's hurting my head." I sent him my famous 'and why should I care' look. He blushed and looked away. "Maybe you were right and I did drink a bit too much."
Sighing, I turned the TV off and twisted round to face him. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked.
"I'm really, really sorry for what happened down stairs, I didn't mean to embarrass you down there. It's just…well, the title was the only good thing I still had left, you know? I mean for a while I had everything going for me; the fans loved me, or at least I thought they did, I'd won the title, you was there with me…everything was going so right. I really thought that thing's were going to keep getting better, but they didn't. First Hunter took you away from me and wouldn't even us talk, then the crowd turned on me and now my title's gone! What am I gonna do Steph, what am I gonna do?" he asked as he broke down crying again.
"Oh Kurt…" I murmured, wrapping him in the biggest hug I could give him. "Shhh it's going to get better, I promise you, trust me on this one. After all you're my Olympic Gold Medallist and no one is going to stop you from regaining that title."
"You know what Steph; none of that matters, none it as long as I've got you. Please say you'll say here with me tonight, please"
I grimaced; as much as I wanted to, I knew that I'd have to go back to Hunter. "Kurt, Hunter's still in the hospital and I really should –"
"Hell Steph, he won't even know you're missing!! Please just stay here with me tonight. I just wanna hold you that's all, nothing else."
I knew Kurt was sincere and really meant it; Hunter wouldn't miss me and Kurt was too much of a gentleman to let anything happen.
"Well…OK then" I agreed as we settled down to watch the Matrix for what was for me, the 3rd time that night.