Kurt sat on the floor of the ragged rug in front of the old box television that had no sound and liked to cut out very often, watching his favourite movie Zorro.
He may have seen the movie a million times but it still kept him thoroughly engaged—to the point where it wasn't rare to find him with a borrow prop (or three) from the opera stage, balancing on the roof beams and mirroring the action sequences.
However tonight was a different story, his yellow eyes kept darting to the window, tail lashing anxiously. He was still very disturbed from the men in black coming into the opera, and then there was Eric's daughter…
He got up and went to the window, crouching on the sill and watching the bordering house opposite. The silence was bothering him even more. Was the brunette safe? Had those men caught her? He had watched her enter the tunnel, and closed it behind her, only hoping and praying that she would not be caught once she was outside and questioned. He knew what those men would have done if they had found her inside…but to find her outside would also not be good.
Kurt didn't like that there were more of them—far more than the single man who had ended up hanging from the beams of the roof. Bad things were stirring up, and it was unsettling him. Especially when people like the pretty singer were getting in harms way.
While he was desperate to know if she was safe, he knew it would be very stupid to go and check. He didn't have a death wish, that was for sure. So Kurt told himself to be patient, and tightly pulled the curtains shut and hopped onto the frayed mattress in the corner of the room, reaching for his diary underneath and then realising he had left it in the auditorium in his haste.
His tail lashed irritably. There was nothing he could do about that either, unless he wanted to risk the chance of running into those men.
No…not after last time.
Kurt blew out a sigh and pulled the scratchy blanket over himself, blowing out the candles and switching off the TV. No…sleep was probably not going to happen, but he could hope…even if he was tired of hoping. He tucked his tail over his nose and closed his eyes.
He overslept.
The sound of singing and piano playing jolted him from his slumber. The sun was streaming underneath the curtains and across the floorboards—he'd really overslept.
Kurt wasted no more time, yet in such a rush he told himself to still be careful.
Luckily everyone was down on the stage, and he appeared in box five safely, crouching down and frantically looking for his note book.
But it was gone.
This only agitated Kurt even more. Where could it have gone?
He was terrified at the thought that someone would have found it…someone like those men.
For a long moment he sat there, eyes closed tightly as he debated on what to do. Then he remembered.
The girl. He still had to check on her.
There was nothing he could do about his book.
Reluctantly, he vanished, instead peeking backstage and through the opera for the brunette.
Everyone was there, Eric was with Simon—who was with a pretty blonde blinking her eyelashes at him, the silver-headed kid who did odd duties was lounging backstage getting told off because he couldn't have possibly already finished his chores already, the dancers were practicing, the singers were singing…but Kurt couldn't see any sign of the woman from last night. This made him even more worried, but he knew if he wanted to know if those men had taken her, he would have to check the boarding house.
Only it was daytime. He didn't go out in daytime.
His tail lashed once more with frustration as he returned to his small quarters and thought again on what action to take.
If he went now he'd be seen, If he waited till night and the men really had taken her, then there was no hope of saving her. But if they had her now what could he do anyway?
It took a long couple moments, but Kurt finally decided to wait until it was dark. And once again tried to distract himself with Zorro, watching the play or listening to the singing. But none of it worked. He was too upset about his diary—that's what he told himself anyways.
The girl was just…a trifle.
However the moment it was dark enough for him to be safe, he went to the boarding house, very pleased he already knew where her room was from the first night of singing.
And he couldn't deny that his heart leapt to see that she was safe, sitting on her bed reading...
Reading. She was reading. She was reading his diary.