Last Time on Unlock My Heart:
What the hell was going on with his Mark? The jagged line was still there, but the lock was no longer broken. It was more of a scar than a clean break. Even more shocking, the padlock was open again. Like he'd never had a soul mate or been Claimed. What the hell was going on? What did it all mean?
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Kurt sat in his bathrobe, rubbing distractedly at his Mark. Pulling his sleeve back, he looked down at the familiar padlock before yanking the sleeve down again. No matter how many times he checked on the Mark, it was the same. The jagged break in the colors was gone, all that was left was a fine line, like a scar. There was also no mistaking the fact that his padlock was open again. It made no sense and there was nothing online about anything like this. The fact that the break had been there in the first place was rare, if not unheard of. But this? Nothing like this was documented anywhere that he could find. He needed an opinion about it. Maybe his dad would know? The one person he knew would probably have an answer was someone he would never likely speak to again. As much as he disliked the man's extreme opinions, he begrudgingly had to admit he had a deep well of knowledge when it came to soul mates and Marks. Speaking of, he realized he hadn't checked his mail in a few days. He had been so wrapped up in preparing for the gig, he had forgotten about the letter his father was sending him. The call from his father hadn't been a surprise, they talked every day. They were closer now than when he'd lived in Ohio, it was wonderful. His father had hesitantly told him he had received a letter from Blaine's grandmother. Without opening it, he'd asked Kurt if he wanted him to mail it. Kurt had agreed, knowing it would most likely not be a bad thing. Grandma had always been so sweet and nice, especially after the incident. She had seemed sorrier about everything than Blaine.
Retrieving the mail, he found the letter and curled into his favorite wingback chair by the large window. In the distance he could see parts of Manhattan and smiled at the view before carefully opening the letter. Grandma's handwriting was beautiful, a clear loopy script.
Dear Kurt Elizabeth,
I hope and pray this letter finds you healthy and happy. I hope it isn't presumptuous of me to include happy in that wish, as you only deserve the best. My sweet boy, I heard from Grandpa that you are in New York and I could not be more thrilled for you. I know it was your dream and I hope you are racing after that dream with everything you've got. Your Grandpa – I know he isn't, but we still consider you ours, despite the situation – is angry that you cashed the check we gave you. I'm not. Do not tell him I told you, but you did exactly what I was hoping you would. I hoped you would escape and go after the life you wanted. It is what I would have wanted to do. It is what I wished I had done when I'd had the chance.
Kurt Elizabeth, I never told you my story, but I haven't always been the best behaved wife and submissive. I bet you couldn't guess that I have a sassy side to me. I can see your beautiful grin now. We are more alike than you know. When Grandpa and I first met, I had wanted to skip being a housewife to be a writer. I wanted to write books and stories and articles on things from war to skirt patterns. Anything, really. I just wanted to write. I actually had some articles printed in our high school newsletter and even one article on how to clean wine out of a suit shirt in a women's magazine right after I graduated. I was on top of the world! I felt like I really had a chance to make it, to make something of my life and my dream. Then I met your grandfather. Like you and Blaine Devon, we met and became friends before we ever touched. Good girls wore gloves back then to protect themselves from soul mates until their father's decided they were old enough or had approved of a young man enough to try shaking hands. Your grandfather was so charming, so sweet and accommodating. He fully supported my dream of becoming a writer though he didn't let my father know about that.
After high school was over, we spent the most beautiful summer together. It was fun all the time. Neither of us felt any sort of pressure to commit to shaking hands or anything else. It was just day after day of doing whatever we wanted to. That August, my dad finally decided it was time for us to shake hands, to see if we had a connection. I knew that if there was no connection, I would be forced to lose Grandpa as my friend. It was going to break my heart. As you know, though, we found out we were soul mates and that was the beginning of the end.
We had several official dates, starting to work on a relationship and not just a friendship of fun. It was becoming way more serious than I was ready for, but back then it didn't matter. A soul mate was as good as a wedding ring and even more serious. I knew of Grandpa's dream to go to UCLA and I was preparing myself to move there. Then I got an offer from a women's magazine to write a monthly article. Me! I was going to be a writer and I couldn't have been more excited. When I told your grandfather about it, he froze. It was like he'd had a personality transplant. Suddenly, there was no way on earth I was going to work at all, even at something I loved, like writing. He had this life for me completely planned out and it all consisted of being submissive and taking care of him. I wasn't strong like you, Kurt Elizabeth. I did not fight, I did not tell him how wrong it was that I had to give up on what I wanted. I began telling myself 'maybe later'. Maybe after college. Maybe after we buy a house. Maybe after we have kids. Then it was maybe after the kids went to school, moved out, got married, had kids of their own. I now know he will never let it happen.
Please do not think I have led a miserable life, because I have not. Being a wife and especially a mother has been so very fulfilling. I have a wonderful life and I wouldn't give it up for anything.
I am so proud of you. I am so impressed at your strength of character and the bravery it took to leave everything you knew to pursue your dream. I may not be able to strut down the street singing your praises, but I am on your side and always will be. You keep fighting, Kurt Elizabeth, and never stop doing what is your right to do. Live your life in your way, nobody else's.
I am going to get a post office box because I have decided to begin writing and I need to have a way to get the manuscripts to the office. Your grandfather might not let it happen, but it doesn't mean I can't make it happen anyway. I am not good enough with computers to do it that way and hide it, but I met a lady at the office of the publisher's office and she is helping me write through snail mail as they call it. I can't believe I'm doing this! I owe it all to you, so thank you. I will send your father the address to the post office box so if you want to, we can keep in touch that way. I would love to be able to keep up on your achievements as I know that there will be many. You will remain my grandson no matter what else happens. I love you, sweet boy.
All my love, Grandma
P.S. Do not worry about Grandpa or Blaine Devon coming to bother you. Blaine Devon made it clear that you were to be left alone to live your life as you saw fit. Grandfather had other ideas but Blaine Devon put him in his place about that. I knew it was hard for him to do, but he did and I am proud of him for it. So, live your life to the fullest and enjoy every minute.
Kurt wiped his eyes, overwhelmed by love for the woman. To have given up on a dream with no hope to get it back. But now! He was so excited for her to begin working and doing what she loved. He would definitely write back to her and keep in touch. He could not wait to hear when she was published and he would run out and snatch up whatever it was and frame it like a proud parent. He was beyond grateful for her words. It eased a piece of him that felt bad about taking their money and using it to run away.
His phone buzzed.
Elliot: Hey are you okay?
Kurt: Fine, why?
Elliot: You just took off so suddenly and we'd all wanted to spend the day together. Any chance you'll rejoin us?
Kurt thought for a minute. There really was no point sitting around wondering about his Mark when there was no answer.
Kurt: What are the plans?
Sam: Just get your ass over here, Porcelain. You don't have anything better to do. Besides, Joseph is joining us.
Kurt grinned. He did enjoy Joseph's company. Besides, he and Joseph loved to torment Sam and that was always a good time.
Kurt: Alright you two, I'm on my way.
Elliot: Meet us at Between the Sheets off 48th street!
Kurt: Sounds good.
He sent the last message to both of them and gathered an overnight bag. Better to be prepared he figured.
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Two hours later found him with Joseph and his band mates going through sheet music at a local music store. He and Elliot had been recognized and had done an impromptu reprise of "I Believe in a Thing Called Love", the first song they'd sung together after Kurt joined the band. The others had gathered available instruments and they'd turned the small store into a concert. All of them were now flying high from adrenaline and the compliment of being recognized and celebrated. They'd been wished luck and the store owner had offered them a discount on their purchases. With that in mind, they'd made the decision to buy as much sheet music as they could. Times were about to become very busy for all of them with midterms coming up and more performances at The Laughing Kitty. Dani was determined that they would be as organized as possible to make it easier on themselves. Sam had offered herself up as a gofer for all of them whether it be fabric for Elliot, coffee for Kurt, or runs to the office supply store for Dani. They all appreciated her and when she'd turned her back, they'd decided on a new lens she'd been wanting for her camera for her Christmas gift.
Kurt felt a bit down thinking about Christmas. It would be the first one away from his Dad. He'd had to split the last one between his house and Blaine's parent's house, but he'd still seen his father. This year there wouldn't be any visiting. They would Skype, but that was it. His dad was spending the day with Carole's family as this was their first holiday without Finn. He was glad that his dad could be there for her. He remembered the first Christmas without his mom and knew this would be a rough day for her.
"Why so down, Porcelain?" Elliot asked, bumping their shoulders together.
"Oh, just sad Christmas thoughts. I can't go home this year. I've never been away from my Dad for the holidays," he confessed. Elliot knew he and his dad were closer than anyone Kurt had ever known.
"Why don't you spend it with me? Everyone else has family to go to. I don't really celebrate it," Elliot replied, looking around. He then looked at Kurt meaningfully. "I haven't celebrated it in about three years."
Kurt understood immediately that since Declan died, Elliot didn't celebrate. He could understand and appreciate that. He nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me. We can watch movies and get drunk on egg nog and rum."
Elliot grinned. "Ah, yes, the holiday nog with a side of roast beast. Shall we get a small tree or shall we go full on Grinch and steal someone else's?"
Kurt laughed, picking up his phone when he heard his text notification music. "I'm not good with prison colors, so we'll just go no tree or small tree. Host's choice. I'll bring dinner. I make a mean ham, does that sound okay?"
"Sounds even better now that you're cooking," Elliot said with a smile. He headed down the aisle while Kurt opened his phone.
Jeff: Friend! I miss you and gigantic servings of caffeinated beverages!
Kurt giggled. He missed his friend too, so very much. Elliot and Sam were wonderful, but Jeff was… well, Jeff.
Kurt: Friend, I miss you more. How are you?
Jeff: I'm fantastic. I hope you are well, especially after I tell you that your band video from The Laughing Kitty made it on YouTube and is well over ten thousand hits. You guys are amazing!
Kurt gaped. "Guys! Did you know the video of our gig last night made it YouTube and has ten grand views? My friend lives in the Midwest and says he saw it and apparently we're amazing!"
The other band members converged, pulling out phones to pull up the video.
"We're over twelve thousand now," Max exclaimed.
"There's three thousand comments, you guys. How the hell is that even possible?" Sam wondered, her face lit with awe.
Kurt: Thank you so much for letting us know. We're all standing here gaping in wonder at our phones. I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
He felt tremendous guilt for not telling his friend. But things had been so busy, he was distracted. And this was his life now. It felt more private, even if it was all over the internet now.
Jeff: No big, I get it Kurtie. Or should I call you Porcelain? Do you want the bad news now?
Kurt's stomach twisted. Bad news? A thought hit him and he shook his head. No, no, no…
Kurt: Do I have a choice?
Jeff: Afraid not, sweetie. Blaine saw the video. He sees you and hottie band member kiss on cheek and then sing super hottie song together. He posted a video in response, sort of. Kurt, it's kind of creepy. I don't know if you want to watch it.
Jeff: He's posted other songs on there, I've told you that. I don't know if you've looked at them or not, but I let you know. Now, I really don't think you should look. Nick didn't want me to tell you at all. But, I think you had a right to know, in case you did watch the rest. At least a warning so you didn't get such a shock.
Jeff: I'm sorry. I thought you should know. Use my login like usual if you want. Nick still thinks it's smart to not have your own page. I love you, friend, and I'm here if you want to talk.
Kurt stood there, knowing his face had to be fifty shades of white. What the hell did Blaine do and did he want to know? Fuck his damn curious nature.
"Kurt? Sweetie, you are seriously pale," Max said, coming over and placing his giant hand on Kurt's face. "Are you alright?"
Kurt swallowed, trying to get to the point where he could show a genuine smile. He failed. "I, um, don't think so. I need a moment. I'll be outside."
Max looked deep in his eyes before nodding. "All of us are here, if you need someone," he said quietly. "You don't have to handle everything on your own."
Kurt put his hand on Max's, as always a little shocked by the size difference. "Thank you, Max. I'll be okay. I just need a minute."
Max nodded and let him go with a small touch. He could feel the larger man's eyes following him in concern. He was a big teddy bear who loved to take care of the people around him. He took it as his duty to protect everyone smaller than him. So that meant everyone. Kurt didn't mind. It wasn't oppressive. It was comforting and sweet. He liked feeling small next to him.
Kurt walked outside and found a bench near the door. Taking a deep breath, he pulled up Facebook and signed into Jeff's account. The idea had been Nick's when Kurt had wanted to restart his old Facebook page. Nick thought it wasn't quite safe as it might open him up to harassment and came up with Kurt sharing Jeff's account. Kurt couldn't comment like he had before, but he was thankful for a way to keep up on his friend's lives. Besides, by now, they'd agreed that it wasn't a problem for Kurt to contact his old Glee friends by text, so he had that.
There it was, at the top of Jeff's page. "For Kurt", it was called. Taking a deep breath, he clicked play. The beginning notes played as he watched Blaine sitting at a piano. It looked like a small bar. He had a feeling he knew the song and as Blaine began to sing, it was confirmed. Jeff was right, it was creepy. Very creepy. As much as he loved Blaine's voice, had always been a fan of his ability, he couldn't feel anything but ill as the song continued.
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please!
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
"Kurt?" he heard a voice next to him. "Kurt, sweetheart, look at me?"
Realizing Elliot was sitting next to him and he was crying, he looked up into his concerned gray eyes.
"Sweetheart, what is it? What's got you so upset?" he asked.
Kurt didn't try to think around the truth or come up with a story. He handed Elliot his phone after pressing 'play'. He tried to block out the sound in his head, wanting the song to erase itself from his mind. And just like he had tried when he first heard it, he tried to un-hear Blaine's voice at the end of the song. He could see the video in his head, the song had ended and the video had cut before coming back on. Behind Blaine, he could see a small apartment, probably his dorm room.
"Kurt, I saw your band's video. Congratulations, you guys sound amazing. Especially you. Always you. I don't know if you listen to the songs I post on here, but like with all of them, I'll tell you again. I love you and I am going to do my best to get you back. I fight myself with letting you go or fighting for you. After seeing you sing with that… band, I can't help but want you back. I am going to keep fixing myself and my problems, and then I will be able to show you that I can be trusted again. I'm pursuing music now. I proved rather terrible at medicine, so I'm majoring in music. If I had used my brain I could have studied at NYU and been with you. Instead I hurt you in all of the worst ways possible. But I'm fixing that, all of it. I'm glad to see you are settled in New York. The Laughing Kitty is a great club, I hear. You are going to continue to be a great success, Kurt, I'm so proud of you. Meanwhile, though, know that I'm here, watching over you. Always. I love you."
"Kurt? Is this your boyfriend? Or, I guess, ex-boyfriend?" Elliot asked, his hand rubbing along Kurt's leg. Kurt heard an edge in his voice and didn't know what it was from.
"Definitely ex," he whispered.
"Can you tell me what this is about?" he asked, his eyes warm with caring. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I think I get a pretty good idea of what's going on from this video. That's enough for now. Do you want to leave it for now?"
Kurt nodded, tears of gratitude slipping down his cheeks. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You're welcome sweetheart. Can I ask one thing?" Kurt nodded so Elliot continued. "This really makes me concerned for your safety. I know this is a horrible invasion of privacy, but can we show this to Max? I want you to be safe and he is really good at figuring out things like that."
Kurt just nodded. There was no reason to keep it all hidden from his new friends since it was on Facebook. Anyone and everyone could see it there. It was no secret anymore.
"I'm going to go get him," Elliot said, rubbing his back before walking back into the shop.
Why couldn't Blaine leave him alone? Why couldn't he let go? Their bond was very obviously broken, it didn't exist anymore. Why was he doing this?
Max and Elliot came outside and sat on either side of Kurt. Kurt looked at Max. "Remember the dance floor at Club Masque? The two guys who thought I was attractive?" He saw Max's face harden before he nodded. "This is the abusive asshole."
As Max took the phone with a heavy sigh, he felt Elliot's hand take his. "Abusive? Are you alright now? Do you need anything?"
"I'm okay," Kurt assured him, smiling at him. He couldn't be more thankful for his friends if he tried.
They sat silently as Max finished the video.
"Motherfucker," he muttered. "Damn it, Porcelain, I'm so fucking sorry. What can we do? Do you feel safe where you live and at school?"
"I did," Kurt said with a shrug. "Now, I can't decide if he's declaring his devotion or threatening me. I kind of have a stalker already, I don't need another one," he said, referring to Sebastian. He was just thankful that creep didn't know where he was now.
"You have a stalker?" Elliot demanded, his eyes going cold.
"Not currently active," Kurt said hesitantly. He had never seen Elliot look so pissed. And why was it kind of hot?
"Damn, Porcelain, you really know how to pick 'em, don't you?" Max teased.
"You know it. Hey, I found you guys didn't I?" Kurt snarked right back.
"Do not compare us to this scumbag," Elliot demanded, his tone dominant as he stood up and glared down at Kurt.
Kurt sank back into the bench. The last person who had talked to him like that was Blaine. Fear churned in his gut before he squashed it. He gathered up his courage, got up and stood toe to toe with Elliot. "I will not be bossed around or bullied again, Elliot Gilbert. I was teasing and you know I was. If I want to be talked to like that, I would have stayed with Blaine!" Before he could say something he would regret, he stalked off, ignoring Max and Elliot's calls for him to come back.
Before long he was back in his loft, thankful he'd met them at the music store so he had his overnight bag with him. The last thing he wanted was to have to see Elliot again right now. He knew he should have waited to see if Elliot would apologize. He'd claim having a creative temperament. They were all drama queens. He knew Elliot was probably just concerned for him and honestly didn't want to be compared to Kurt. But he also knew that if Elliot was being honest, he knew Kurt hadn't done that, not really. They were just being dramatic. But that didn't mean Kurt wanted to go fix it all right now. He was fine with being on the outs for now. It was helping him feel more in control with the whole Blaine situation. That was a situation he did not feel in control with.
What could he do? Send Blaine some sort of message to leave him alone? Did he want to make some sort of contact which made it so Blaine would have a way to contact him back?
He spent the next hour on a conference call with his dad, Nick, and Jeff. They came to no real conclusion other than an agreement that Kurt would not contact Blaine at all. They had discussed Jeff sending him a message letting him know that Kurt was not on Facebook, but Nick didn't feel comfortable with that. It was decided, in the end, that no contact would be made, no comments, nothing. His dad didn't want anything done that could possibly encourage Blaine's pursuit.
After the unpleasant discussion, they caught up with each other. Jeff asked Kurt about Elliot and they all laughed and teased him. Kurt assured them that though yes, he found Elliot attractive, they were just close friends. They were all happy that Kurt had such a good group of close friends. It made Kurt feel softer toward Elliot and more willing to make up instead of waiting for a more dramatic time period to pass before deigning to acknowledge him.
He was pouring himself a glass of wine that Elliot had bought for him when his doorbell sounded. Hearing the voices of his bandmates, he shook his head. He should have expected this. As soon as he unlocked the door, it slid open, Sam pushing her way past him.
"Elliot's sorry for being a dumb fuck," she announced. "Ooh, wine! I'll pour!"
"Sam, wait, remember?" Dani called.
"Oh yeah!" Sam cried and came running back.
Kurt stood, staring at the group still standing outside the door. "Are you guys coming in?"
"First, Elliot wants to apologize," Dani said, looking at Elliot with her stern 'mama' voice.
"Kurt, I am sorry. I know you'd never… talk bad about us," he said, looking at Kurt meaningfully. "I hope you can find it in your beautiful heart to forgive me," he finished dramatically.
Kurt put his nose in the air, his blue green eyes twinkling playfully. "I suppose. But you owe me dinner. And dessert," he announced. "As much cheesecake as I can eat."
Elliot grinned. "Done. Now, to cement my apology, I come bearing a gift."
"Ooh, presents!" Kurt said, hopping up and down, clapping his hands.
"You're gonna love her!" Sam said excitedly.
"Her?" Kurt asked, cocking his head. His smile faded. "Oh, god, you didn't get a stripper, did you?"
Everyone laughed. Sam howled, falling onto the floor, kicking her feet. "Not unless she can fit in a cage," she cried.
"What?" Kurt was utterly confused.
"Just give it to him," Max said.
Elliot bent over behind Max and stood, handing the tall man a small cage. Elliot opened a small door and pulled a little gray fluff out.
Kurt looked suspicious until he saw what Elliot was holding. A tiny kitten was sitting in his hand, her little body covered in a medium dusty gray. She was blinking and looking at Kurt calmly, her little head cocking to one side.
"She's so adorable," Kurt squeaked, immediately reaching for her.
"Hold on," Elliot said. "You have to see this."
"You do, you really, really do," Dani said excitedly.
"Okay," Kurt said, following them to the floor as they all knelt.
Elliot put the kitten onto the area rug and Kurt cocked his head to the side. What was off about this little creature? She was so short. Her legs were tiny.
"What is wrong with her legs?" he shrieked. "Was she hurt? Abused? Who did this?"
"Kurt, calm down!" Elliot called to him. "She's a munchkin cat. She is meant to look like that."
"Munchkin cat?" Kurt asked, picking up the little fluff ball.
"She was born with naturally short legs," Dani explained. "They are a relatively new breed, but she is perfectly healthy."
"Aww! She's so freaking adorable," Kurt cooed, petting his new friend. "She's for me? Really?"
Elliot grinned at him. "She is all yours. You get to name her and everything. We brought some kitty supplies, too. Food, litter, that kind of stuff."
"And kitty toys," Max said, running a giant finger over the kitty's tiny head. "The lady at the pet store said she was abandoned, someone found her on the street and she hadn't been claimed. She was just put up for adoption this morning."
"Aw, poor little orphan kitty. A girl?" he asked and saw them all nod. "Well, then I guess we'd better name her," he baby talked to the kitten. "Wait, can she jump with these little legs?"
Elliot nodded. "The clerk said that according to all research, their little legs can do everything a normal sized cat can. She'll need to be watched when she gets old for back problems, but she should lead a perfectly healthy life. She's up to date on her shots and stuff. She'll need to get spayed when she reaches about six months old."
"How old is she?" he asked, putting the kitty up to his face, giggling when the little lady sniffed at his nose, her whiskers tickling.
"They estimate her at nine weeks old. She eats regular cat food just fine. She likes milk but doesn't need it," Elliot told him. "Any names jumping out at you?"
"Only my favorite little female orphan," Kurt said, nuzzling into the warm gray fur.
"Annie?" Dani asked hopefully.
"No way, it's gotta be a Punky Brewster," Sam insisted.
"You know who Punky Brewster is?" Kurt asked in surprise. He only knew because his dad had enjoyed the TV show.
"Of course I do. She's got a New York fashion sense," Sam said with a wink.
"That she did," Kurt said.
The others were looking at them oddly. "Look her up," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm going to go with the classic Cinderella," Max offered up as his orphan girl idea.
"I was thinking Fantine from Les Mis," Elliot suggested.
"Ooh, very close Elliot. Nope, this little lady is hereby named…. Cosette," Kurt announced with a grin. He'd always loved the orphan girl from Les Miserables. He held up Cosette next to his face. "Will someone take a picture of us?"
"That is so cute, Kurt!" Dani cooed, snapping a picture. "I'll text this to you."
"You could call her Cozy for short," Max offered.
Kurt and Dani looked at each other. "Aww!" they cried.
Kurt held Cosette to his chest. "My little Cozy girl!" He looked at his friends, happy tears in his eyes. "You guys, thank you so much. I can't tell you how much this means to me. I never even considered getting a pet. Hell, I don't know if I'm allowed to here. Maybe I can offer a pet deposit," he said, considering the option. He would call Cody and see what he said. "I get so lonely here. Now I'll have little Cosette to keep me company. This is one of the kindest gifts I've ever gotten. I will treasure her every day of her life," he promised. "Oh, she can be our mascot!"
Sam clapped. "We can get her a little t-shirt!"
"No!" they all yelled, making Cosette meow in distress.
"Oh, I'm so sorry my baby," Kurt cooed, stroking her soft fur. "But wasn't that the cutest little meow in the whole world?"
"Let's take a group picture," Elliot suggested.
They set up their phones and huddled together on the floor, Kurt and Cosette in the center. Several flashes later, they were texting each other the picture. Ideal Misfits and their new mascot, Cosette Hummel.
They spent the rest of the night eating takeout, watching movies, and playing with Cosette. The little kitten took to her new home quickly, prancing around like she'd lived there forever. There were several times when Kurt had had to claim 'owner' status in order to break up fights over who got to hold her or play with her next. He stepped away and called Cody and his landlord didn't have a problem with him having Cosette. Kurt offered a pet deposit, but Cody just said to make sure to keep the place clean. Kurt had no intention of his home becoming a giant kitty litter box. He was thrilled that Cosette was already potty trained and took to her new litter box like a champ.
After Max went home, the girls got settled in Kurt's bed which he insisted on when they had band sleepovers. Once again, Kurt ended up sleeping curled up with Elliot on the couch. If Elliot had purposely gathered Kurt to him and spooned around him without waiting for the excuse of sleep, nobody mentioned it. If Kurt fell asleep with a content smile on his face, Elliot's arms around him, and his arms around Cosette, well, nobody mentioned that either.
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Every Breath You Take: The Police
To picture Cosette, Google 'gray munchkin kitten' and take your pick of the adorable little things. I picture Cosette as a solid gray one.
I hope everyone is enjoying the story. Please review and let me know what you think… kindly please! I don't mind kind critiques and opinions. Thank you everyone!
Next up: The next morning and Kurt tells his tale…