Good Times and Hope
Chapter Eight
By: Lily Handle
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Author's Note: More Kurt, once again short because serious Kurt is a character I haven't quite figured out how to write yet. And, more angsty Hank with a confrontation! Oooh, have I peaked your interests yet?
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As first kisses go, this one would have probably been dismissed by the people who happened to see it. Of course no kiss is as good to the people watching as it is to the people involved. To the people involved with this kiss it was perfect. The perfect song, I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden, was playing at ear drum shattering volume, The two involved were swaying to the music, barely moving, just holding each other really. There was the long, soulful stare just before they both dared to lean slowly closer. It was just a simple brushing of lips, quite tentative, actually, but it had all the power of a level five hurricane. There may have been fireworks, but it could have been the Technicolor lights that kept flashing on and off. There might have been bells, but that could have been someone's cell phone going off. What made the kiss special was that for a couple of seconds someone who believed himself a devil, found Heaven and a girl who had only dreamed of magic found power.
"That was really nice," Amanda said softly.
"Ja." Kurt said, and kissed her again.
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Jealousy is a tiger that tears not only its prey but also its own raging heart. Where Hank had heard that quote he wasn't sure, but it blazed into his head with startling clarity when he ran, literally, into Hope. Her hair was a knotted mess, her cheek had a rose glow, and she was grinning.
"Oh, hello Hank," She said, trying to smooth her hair with one hand while she pulled her robe closed tighter. "Sorry, must not have seen you there."
"It's quite alright," He said, mentally gritting his teeth while his hands clenched into fist. He almost groaned aloud when Logan appeared behind her, wearing a pair of wet jeans. Their eyes met over Hope's head and sparks flashed between them.
"Hey, Doc, why don't you go on ahead," Logan said, giving her a push towards her bedroom, "I gotta have a quick chat with McCoy here."
"Okay…" Hope looked between them, a puzzled frown on her face, "Sure." Hank kept his eyes on Logan's the whole time. When the sound of a door closing broke the silence and Logan crossed his arms over his chest.
"What do you got to say to me, McCoy?"
"So many things," Hank growled, tempted to hit Logan, but he knew that would only hurt himself, "But none of them polite so, don't you dare hurt her. She's worth more than you deserve." Hank stepped around Logan and stormed off.
"You got that right, McCoy," Logan said, freezing Hank in his tracks. "In this case, that might be the only thing you've got right." A few minutes later the sound of a door closing echoed down to Hank. It infuriates me to be wrong, when I know I am right, Moliere, Hank thought and walked away.
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Author's Note: Ah, not exactly a rip snorting, testosterone filled confrontation like you envisioned it, huh? Well, that's okay, the real fight actually occurs between Hope and Hank. Of course, that's a later story. On to chapter nine!