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Thanks for reviewing everyone, initially this chapter was gonna be longer, but I decided to break it down, anyway, hope you like
Lyrics are in italics
Song is: 'When My Boy Walks Down the Street'-The Magnetic Fields
Chapter 21-Jelly Doughnuts and Chewy Coffee
Ordinarily, Kurt didn't consider himself to be the type of person to fidget. Squirming and twitching was very unsightly in his opinion, and the movement could potentially damage valuable clothing items. For many years, Kurt had mastered the art of sitting still and portraying an air of nonchalance or striking up a carefully thought out pose and appearing aloof.
Now however, he was alternating between fiddling with the cuffs of his thin cream jacket, wringing his hands together, sorting out his hair and tapping the truck window with the back of his knuckles.
Glancing at Noah, he noted how the other teen kept his attention on the road, a heavy frown settled upon his handsome features. He had no idea what thoughts could be passing through Noah's head, he only hoped that whatever it was Noah was planning wouldn't cause him more heart ache.
If Kurt had to endure just one more ounce of emotional anguish, he feared he may forever crumble with no hope of being rebuilt. To Kurt, his heart felt as though it was bruised, like a cherry, a cherry that was decaying in a blanket of mould. Or perhaps his butchered heart was crumbling like minced meat, oozing with dried sticky blood, or drooping like a wilted rose, splintered with the sharpest thorn.
Either way, Kurt simply couldn't bear for his lonely organ to take another blow; it had suffered so much already. He doubted he could survive another wound. Despite the way he strutted around with a grace of superiority, Kurt simply wasn't as strong as he had led others to believe.
In truth, Kurt thought of Noah as his strength. Before they were friends, Kurt had always acted so strong and held his head high through every jibe, swirly, wedgie, Slushie and dumpster toss. Having Noah bully him had made Kurt strong. Then having Noah's friendship had made Kurt strong in a different kind of way, whereas falling in love with Noah had weakened him.
Turning to look out the window as he twiddled the strap of his bag between his fingers, Kurt wondered where Noah was taking him. His thoughts then turned to possible scenarios.
At first, his mind conjured a beautiful scene of himself and Noah having a picnic under the stars before the Jewish teen pulled out his guitar and sang a love song to him. That idea was ridiculously cheesy even for Kurt so he quickly banished the notion with a slight shake of his head.
His next thought was of Noah brandishing a medieval styled axe and slaughtering him before burying the pieces. That of course was highly overdramatic. Still, an ever so slightly more realistic image of Noah aiming a gun at him flitted through his mind shortly afterwards.
Tugging at the collar of his shirt, Kurt tried to calm himself enough to think of something more rational. He then envisioned Noah beating the fashion out of him then driving away, before he entertained himself with the more erotic prospect of Noah making love to him under the gentle glow of the moon. Since the sun was still in the sky, that wasn't all that likely.
Eventually, a few sensible ideas crept into his head. He played out a potential situation of them stopping somewhere quiet then having a meaningful conversation of some kind. In one pretend conversation that took place in Kurt's head, Noah made a tearful declaration of love, in another he gently explained that he could never return Kurt's feelings, then in another he yelled a few hateful things, spewed an insult or two, before breaking down into sobs then leaning in to kiss Kurt only to freak out afterwards.
Kurt wasn't sure if any of those scenarios would actually happen, and if they did he was at a loss as to how he could react to them, but he hoped thinking over the possibilities would prepare him somewhat for what was to come.
Finally, Noah stopped the truck outside a little twenty-four hour diner that had an adjoining Motel. Noah hopped out of the truck and Kurt followed his lead. Noah held the door to the diner open for him and Kurt stepped through with a mumbled thank-you.
He stood awkwardly for a moment as he surveyed the place, turning his nose up at the hideous paintings that hung on the walls and the ghastly green and white chequered uniforms the waitresses were dressed in.
His eyes and ears had just scoped out the old jukebox when Noah took a firm grasp of his hand before leading him to a two-seater table that was furthest away from the entrance doors.
On the way, Kurt noticed a few older men shooting them a filthy look. The largest of the three who had a badly trimmed beard opened his mouth as though to say something that would no doubt be unpleasant to hear. However, when the man closed his mouth and dropped his gaze, Kurt could only assume that Noah had intimidated him with a bad-ass glare.
As Noah pulled the chair out for him so he could sit down, Kurt tried to work out what this meeting between them was. He was sure he couldn't call it a date. If that was Noah's intentions then he wouldn't be foolish enough to think a shabby place like this could satisfy Kurt. Perhaps it was an apology, but then Noah should be smart enough to know that cheap diners were not the way to inspire Kurt's forgiveness.
Before Kurt could give it anymore thought, a mousy haired waitress who had heavy wrinkles around her eyes approached their table. Her hair was plaited rather messily and she was popping gum as she held her pen and notebook. Looking and sounding completely uninterested in their existence, she asked what they wanted.
Not paying the waitress any attention, not even sparing a glance at her admittedly impressive cleavage, Noah asked for two coffees and a plate of doughnuts.
She drifted off, leaving the two of them alone, neither boy making eye contact with one another or attempting to make conversation.
Kurt had his hands resting upon the tabletop in such a way that he could inspect his nails, pondering over whether or not he should get another pedicure.
He'd just come to the decision to have his nails professionally treated over the coming weekend when Noah placed one of his hands over Kurt's.
Staring down, Kurt admired the contrast of their skin colour. His own hands were so pale, like ivory or snow, whereas Noah's were of a caramel colour. In Kurt's opinion, the mixture looked beautiful, but before he'd had time to even appreciate the sight and feel of Noah's hand atop his own, Noah had pulled away and his hand was now formed into a fist on the tabletop.
Daring to lift his eyes up to study Noah's face, Kurt snatched a sight of what he could only interpret as terror in his chocolate coloured eyes. With everything that had been going on and all of Noah's mood swings and mixed signals, Kurt had been in an almost permanent state of confusion. He supposed Noah's own confusion must be far greater and more difficult to deal with than his own.
Their coffee and doughnuts arrived but neither teen bothered to thank the waitress as she set it down in front of them. They didn't even make a start on eating and drinking.
Kurt simply watched the steam rise from his mug and followed the swirling patterns until they dissolved into nothingness.
At some point, Noah picked up one of the jelly doughnuts but did not take a bite out of it. He simply squeezed the doughnut in his hands so that the red coloured jelly seeped out like blood dripping from a cut. The jelly splattered down onto the table and Kurt wrinkled his nose at the sight before taking a sip of what turned out to be rather chewy coffee.
Hearing Kurt let out an exclamation of disgust, Noah let out one brief chuckle. Kurt looked him in the eye but Noah dropped the gaze after just a few short moments. He then stepped up and headed over to the jukebox.
As Kurt looked on, Noah rummaged in his jeans pocket for a coin to slot into the machine. He took his time looking through the list of songs and judging by the expression Kurt could just make out on his face, Noah didn't have any idea what most of the songs were.
Drumming his fingers on the table, though nowhere near the mess Noah had made with the jelly doughnut, Kurt waited to hear what song Noah would select.
After several minutes' consideration, Noah pressed a button before returning to their table.
The song was unfamiliar to Kurt, so he concentrated on listening to the lyrics.
Grand pianos crash together, when my boy walks down the street
Their eyes met again and Kurt, for reasons he could not understand, felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment.
There are whole new kinds of weather, when he walks with his new beat
Everyone sings hallelujah, when my boy walks down the street
Life just kinda dances through ya, from your smile down to your feet
Looking at Noah, Kurt slowly realised from the other boy's face that unlike himself, Noah did know the song. For some reason, that knowledge made Kurt feel… fuzzy.
Amazing, he's a whole new form of life
Blue eyes blazing, and he's going to be my wife
Was the way Kurt's stomach was suddenly flipping and flopping a result of the bad coffee? Or was it a reaction to the song choice, or maybe even the way Noah was looking at him?
The world does the hula-hula, when my boy walks down the street
Everyone thinks he's Petula, so big and yet so petite
Butterflies turn into people, when my boy walks down the street
Maybe he should be illegal, he just makes life too complete
Throughout the duration of the song, the two teenagers kept their eyes locked together, hardly even blinking. The song choice and the intensity of Noah's gaze only increased Kurt's confusion. Was the song supposed to be a message of some kind? Was this Noah's way of saying he wanted Kurt to be his? Did it even mean anything at all?
Amazing, he's a whole new form of life
Blue eyes blazing, and he's going to be my wife
Oh, shadows of echoes of memories
Oh, things that he brings that he found in the sea
Oh, shadows of echoes of memories of songs
Oh, how could he know that it won't be long?
As Noah absentmindedly swirled his finger through the jelly and smudged it across the table, Kurt sensed that they were being watched. Momentarily pulling his eyes away from Noah, Kurt found that the handfuls of people in the diner were all looking at them, judging them. But he didn't care. Not one of the waitresses or other customers had an ounce of fashion taste so their opinions didn't matter to him in the slightest.
He was a little bit curious as to what they might have been thinking though. After all, he had no idea himself what was going on or what he and Noah were to each other so hearing some strangers' theories might be interesting.
If Noah had noticed the attention they were receiving, then he didn't show it. He kept his eyes fixed on Kurt, his face annoyingly unreadable, meaning that Kurt had no clue as to what the other teen might be thinking.
Grand pianos crash together, when my boy walks down the street
There are whole new kinds of weather, when he walks with his new beat
Everyone sings hallelujah, when my boy walks down the street
Life just kind of dances through ya, from your smile down to your feet
The song finished and Noah dropped his stare. With Kurt looking on, Noah surveyed the plate of doughnuts before he crushed them all as he had the first one. He then took a sip of his coffee before spitting it out and pulling a face of disgust just as Kurt had done.
"What the fuck are you losers looking at?" Noah demanded to know as he shot eyeball daggers at the people who were still gawking at them. "I know I'm hot but come on, not one of you stands a chance with Puckzilla."
"Does that include me?" Kurt asked before he could stop himself.
Noah didn't answer. He didn't even look at him. It seemed as though he was ignoring the question entirely. Standing up, Noah rummaged through his pockets before throwing some money down then grabbing hold of Kurt's forearm and dragging him out of the diner.
To Be Continued
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