Kurt was ecstatic, not only did he get to see Amanda he got to take a car. Now which to choose? There were so many choices so little time. From escalades to vipers, the Professor had it all. Kurt could only imagine being that rich. To Kurt there was only reasonable way to choose.
"Eeny Meeny, Miny Moe catch a tiger by the nose, if he hollers let him go, eeny meeny minnnyyy moe!" Kurt yelled his finger pointing at a Cobalt blue hummer. "If I'm goving out, I might az vell do it in style." Throwing on his black shades he hopped in the car. The feel of the cool leather was more than a dream to Kurt. He could drive he'd just never been allowed to drive one of the hummers.
Stating up the ignition he was just about to pull out of the driveway when a voice startled him.
*Kurt?*
Kurt relaxed, it was just the professor. *Ja, Professor?*
*I just wanted to say be careful, with the car I mean. Let's try not to have any accidents, shall we.*
*Yes, Professor*
*Good, as Storm already said, we expect you home no later than ten.*
Kurt nodded. *Yes professor.*
*Having said that, have a good time. And say hello to Amanda for Me.* Kurt smiled.* I vill. Zee you later professor.*
Kurt pulled out of the driveway, when he was interrupted again.
*Oh and Kurt?*
Kurt was starting to get impatient, *Yes, professor?*
*Make sure you fill up the gas before you return. Hummers, as you know are not cheap*
*Yes professor*
With no further interruptions Kurt made it safely to Amanda's house. The house stood immaculately on it's admirable tuff of land. Kurt could tell the grass hadn't been mowed. Maybe Mr. Sefton just hadn't gotten around to it. Not wanting to take the chance of being seen by the Seftons, Kurt took his usual approach and bamfed onto Amanda's window ledge.
In a crouching stance, Kurt looked into the window. The room was lit only by the sunlight, Amanda wasn't there. Kurt's face fell. Looking around he saw her bed wasn't made, the pillows and sheets laid scattered clumsily. It wasn't like Amanda have anything in her room less that spotless, she was somewhat of a neat freak. "Maybe zee's just in ze bazvoom", Kurt hoped.
Making sure the coast was clear, Kurt bamfed into the room. Amanda's silk headscarf draped the side of the bed. The lights in the room were off. Kurt didn't hear the shower running. Silently he walked to the bathroom door and knocked.
"Amanda," he whispered.
No answer He whispered a little louder and still no reply. Closing his eyes Kurt opened the door and walked inside. Peeking between his fingers Kurt saw that still Amanda was nowhere to be seen. Dejectedly he walked back into her room and sat on the bed. The answering machine had flashed the number two. Knowing he shouldn't and that it was an invasion of privacy, Kurt hit the answer button and listened to her messages.
"Message one: Um…Ja. Amanda it'z me Kurt. Juzt called to zee vhat you vere doing. If I'm breazing hard it's probably because I juz got out of a training voom zezzion. I vas zinking maybe ve could do zomething zoon. Call me back I velly need to talk to you. I mizz the sound of your voice meine liebe. Az always I count the minutes until I zee you again. Bye."
Kurt would have laughed had it not been for the sad tone of his voice that mirrored his feelings.