Chapter Five! Thanks for all the reviews and I'm trying harder and failing at writing better :\ And I do own Glee, that's why I'm writing fanfics about it because my ideas will never work in the show and my sarcasm sucks big time :|
"Well, anyone want to tell me what's going on?" Burt grunted, flopping down on the sofa that was so obviously his.
Kurt offered her the seat on the armchair, and he perched on the side.
"Well, dad. As you can see, Quinn is pregnant. Long story short, she's been kicked out and has nowhere to stay, so she stayed here last night, and will for a while, if you allow it." Kurt said, his clear bluey green eyes widening.
It was clear to Quinn he was doing the puppy dog eyes, and she giggled to herself, never thinking Kurt would stoop so low.
Then a chilling thought hit her. If Kurt was trying so hard, would that mean Mr. Hummel may not let her stay?
Her face scrunched up as Mr. Hummel looked from his son to Quinn, and to his shoes.
"Alright then." He muttered, and flicked on the telly. "Now, shoo, I want to watch the news." He said, and Kurt slipped off the armrest, helped her up, and brought her down to his room.
"I mean, I knew he was going to say yes." He said, laying back on his bed. "He doesn't want to hurt anyone. Plus it's nice to have a pretty smile around the place." He said, laughing.
"Hey, you have a pretty smile." She defended him.
"Yeah, but my dad's not gay." Kurt shrugged, and opened his mac book. "Come here, and we can start some shopping!" He told her, and she sat down beside him, feeling the bed springs sink, and she blushed, before turning her attentions to the screen.
"Alright, so even though you have the basics, you need some better clothes. Do you go to mass?" He asked her.
"Yes, every weekend." She sighed.
"No, I meant, if you had the choice, would you go?" He re-phrased his question.
"Not as much, but I would go every few weekends." She shifted, feeling uncomfortable.
"Well, you'll need some nice formal clothes anyways." He murmured, clicking away.
"I don't want to run into my parents." She blurted.
"We can go to a different church if you want. There's a Catholic church a few blocks away." He said, and turned the screen to her.
"Yay or nay?"
On the screen was a pretty rose pink dress, that Quinn found herself loving, strangely enough.
"It's gorgeous!" She breathed, looking at it longingly. Her eyes roved around the screen, and she paused.
"Oh." Sighing, her eyes found the price. $167.
"I think it'd be beautiful on you." Kurt interrupted her thoughts, clicking on the 'add to basket' button.
"Kurt! No no. Look at the price!" She shriked, swatting at him as he entered his card details.
"You need a nice dress, Quinnie. You can't live in your admittedly great fitting jeans and tops forever." He said, hitting buy before she had a chance to stop him.
"Did anyone ever tell you are great?" She sighed, squeezing him.
"You have." He answered shortly, and closed his macbook. "Sweet Versace! Look at the time! That potentially great new fashion show is starting. We have to see it!" He laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her up the stairs to the living room, where they settled down on the couch, and watched some fashion show where Quinn had no idea what was happening but enjoyed Kurt's sarky criticism on the clothes.
Quinns Point Of View:
It's getting pretty late. Well, I'm always tired, it's not that it's late. Plus today was a big day for me.
"I think I'm going to bed now." I said to Kurt who was lounging on the sofa, his bare feet hanging over the edge. This is a Kurt I didn't know existed. Well, I didn't know any other Kurts apart from the sarky, fashionable, gay Kurt. Now I know the kind, caring, best friend material Kurt. And now I'm getting to know the real real Kurt. He loves his fashion and music, but he is way more casual than anyone has ever seen him. This is my favourite Kurt. The kind Kurt was great, but a bit un-nerving, since I've seen the sarky one so much in Glee.
"Mkay." He murmered, swinging his feet around, and walking to the kitchen. I followed him, thinking about getting a small snack.
"Hey, can I have some milk and cookies before I go to bed?" I said without thinking, and blushed. "Um, I'm not a child. Just milk and cookies are nice."
Kurt laughed, the tinkling sound filling the echoey room. "You don't use this room much?" I said, looking at the sparkling area. "No. Dad is hopeless at cooking, and just because I'm gay doesn't mean I cook well." He said, raising an eyebrow as the kettle boiled and he rummaged in a cupboard for something. I poured myself some milk and caught the cookies he tossed me, wiping the crumbs off the table absently. The kettle clicked, and I continued to think as Kurt poured the water into a hot water bottle. "Thanks." I smiled, before heading back into my thoughts.
Who knows about this Kurt? Mercedes, maybe. Although he keeps it so well around her I'd say she knows yet another Kurt. Fashionable, sarky yet friendly. I don't know that Kurt.
"You have split personality disorder." I concluded, before slapping a hand over my mouth.
Did I just say that aloud?
Kurt snorted with laughter, and it was infectious, and I laughed with him.
"Honey, there's only one me. I don't have a straight side that's secretly ogling you at night."
"I didn't- not that way. There are many yous. There's Kurt number one, the one everyone sees. He is sarky, fashionable and undeniably gay. There's number two. Kind, caring and friendly, like the night we re-met. There's number three, which I'm seeing right now. A Kurt who loves his music and fashion, yet is way more casual than most ever see him. And I'm guessing there's a number four? Fashionable, sarky, uptight, yet friendly. I'm not sure, I've never met that Kurt." I finished.
Kurt was staring at me. "You... Are very insightful. I never thought of it that way." He muttered, handing me the hot water bottle and grabbing a cookie.
Kurt's Point Of View.
Quinn is the only one who knows the real me, it's official. I'd like to say Mercedes is, but we both know that's not true. She sees 'Kurt number four', as Quinn puts it.
There is more than one Quinn, I'm sure.
There's Cheerios Quinn. There's broken Quinn. There's Quinn who loves Glee and singing. There's brave Quinn, who stands up to Sue Sylvester. And there is best friend material Quinn, the one I am seeing right now.
"You have loads of personality's too."
"I don't need my eyes opened. You, unfortunately, did." She smirked, tossing the 'bottle from hand to hand and yawning slightly.
"All right. Of to bed!" I said, shooing her out of the room. "Be careful not to use all the water though!" I called up to her as I heard her slightly heavy footsteps in her room.
I smiled to myself as I finished off the packet of cookies, without even thinking once about my health.
Now what to do? I pondered while going to my room and opening my macbook.
It beeped and I realised I had an message from Mercedes.
ArethaFranklinYeah: Hey man, wuu2?
DefyingGravityFTW: Hey M :) Nothing, Quinns just gone to bed so I'm bored.
ArethaFranklinYeah: haha so how is she anywyz?
DefyingGravityFTW: She's ok. We went shopping and got her some fitting clothes, and I just bought this adorable pink dress online!
ArethaFranklinYeah: um u wer dresses? hahah joke.
DefyingGravityFTW: Oh, haha. For her, of course! I have my limits :|
ArethaFranklinYeah: yeh i hope so! wel do u wanna meet up 2morrow? me nd tina ar goin 2 the movies 2 c de new film u said u wanted to c. coming?
DefyingGravityFTW: I'll call you tomorrow. I can't leave Quinn alone. Oh, damn it's late. I've got to go :) Love you xxx!
ArethaFranklinYeah: byeeee!
DefyingGravityFTW has disconnected.