so at one point this story was supposed to be a one shot...then maybe a two shot...and now look at it! Chapter 40. how? what? Still don't understand it at all. But reviews keep Idina happy...which keeps her hopping in this verse! So really...this story going on this long is all thanks to you! And there are a few more things to get through before we're done...so not ending JUST yet.
They really should talk. After all, outside of the fact Matt had moved in with the Changs, Kurt still didn't know where Matt had run to or what the last few days had been like for him. Matt was reasonably sure Kurt was no longer dating Sam, but that was just going on Mike's word. And Mike was always three days behind at least on gossip. There was the entire issue of what exactly they planned to do about school the next day. Talking was absolutely necessary to figure all this out. Essential even.
It was one thing to realize talking was necessary, but both Kurt and Matt were discovering it was quite another to actually follow through with that revelation. Especially when it was easier and a hell of a lot more fun to just forget the entire crappy, uncontrollable world and make out.
The move from leaning against the back of the futon to actually sprawling across it was a hazy, barely recalled memory. Right now, the only important thing to remember was to listen for Kurt's phone on the off chance his father came home early. The rest could, and probably would sort itself out later. Much later. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with everything.
Hands glided, tracing patterns over skin and cloth. Tongues danced together, as taste was learned and named. Honey, Matt had decided. Kurt's kiss definitely tasted like honey. On the other hand, Kurt determined Matt's kiss was more in line with butter pecan ice cream. Matt pulled away long enough to take a short breath before Kurt pulled him back towards him. Smiling into the kiss, Matt decided that if this was his reward for getting through the past few days, he would gladly go through it all again.
Buzz. Buzz.
The sound was faint and annoying. Matt shot a hand out to silence whatever the annoying object was that was threatening to break the spell. Opening his eyes enough to at least make sure he was actually hitting the table, he felt his hands wrap around the vibrating object. The vibrating cell phone. Kurt's vibrating cell phone.
Finn's promise to text warning of Burt Hummel's impending arrival flashed through Matt's mind. Immediately he sat up, pushing the phone towards Kurt. Blinking in confusion, Kurt looked at the phone in his hand as if he had never seen one for several long seconds before realization dawned on him. Flipping the phone open, Kurt jumped off the futon; his other hand trying to straighten out his now rumpled shirt. His eyes flew across the screen, once and then twice just to make the words actually make sense. Letting out a relieved sigh, he held up the screen for Matt to see.
"Mercedes. It's just Mercedes." He explained with a laugh.
"Thank God." Matt sighed, resting his head on the back of the futon. The visions of Burt Hummel coming at him with a shotgun could now go back to his nightmares where they belonged.
"Yeah. She's apparently talked to Mike and said to tell you she's going to smack you for not charging your phone." Kurt laughed as he sat back down, curling his legs under him.
"You know in that case, missing school tomorrow sounds good." Matt was only half-way joking. He really didn't want to deal with the stares and whispers he knew he was going to have to face in the hallways. Maybe if he stayed out of school long enough, there would be another "scandal of the century" for Jacob to report on and he could go back to being anonymous.
Of course that goal seemed a little ridiculous if he constantly made out with Kurt every time they were within five feet of each other, Matt reasoned.
"Now that you mentioned it." Kurt ran a hand through his hair, which he was positive was completely and hopelessly destroyed from its earlier impeccable style. Although that was a small sacrifice he was willing to make. "School."
"Yeah. School" Matt agreed. "I guess I do have to go back at some point."
"It may possibly prove useful down the road for you."
"I wouldn't mind going back if it was only the glee club who knew about all this. But I'm really not looking forward to dealing with Karofsky and Azimio."
"Those two?" Kurt scoffed. "Just use a word with more than two syllables. They'll be so confused they won't know what to do about it."
"That won't work on the rest of the school." Matt pointed out. "And thanks to Jacob, everyone will be looking. I wish I knew how the fuck he found all that out. I didn't tell anyone."
"Well…." Kurt started, avoiding Matt's questioning look by becoming completely fascinated with the pattern of the brush strokes on the floor. "I did tell Mercedes, Quinn, Tina and Artie. But they know better than to talk anywhere Jacob is."
"Someone told him." Matt pointed out.
"There are two other suspects." Kurt pointed out. Seeing Matt's puzzled look, he pushed his theory ahead. "Your brothers. They saw everything and they knew you left. The idea they talked to a friend at school isn't that out there. "
"Hell." Matt groaned. "And I've seen Jacob at the middle school when I picked those two up sometimes. I think he has a sister that's in Steven's class. "
Kurt nodded. "It makes sense. Jacob's on the same maturity level as a sixth grader."
"True." Matt let out a breath and blew out a breath. "Since we're talking about that troll, I heard Jacob talked to Sam before you did."
"Yeah that ranks up there with the time I tried to bring back paisley. Not one of my proudest moments." Kurt shook his head sadly. "I really hope you two don't have any classes together because I'm thinking the whole two guys fighting about me thing is better in the movies than in reality."
"Oh someone thinks highly of himself." Matt mocked with a smile, ducking easily as Kurt threw a pillow at him. Catching it easily, he settled the pillow over his lap. "We don't have any classes together, but we do have them in the same area. We'll see each other."
"I'm sorry. I was a chicken and avoided talking to him. If I had just talked to him…"
"He'd still be pissed and it would still be awkward for all of us." Matt finished for him. "It could be worse."
"How? How could it be worse?"
"He could have joined glee. " Matt shrugged. "And then he could have made each and every one of Mr. Schue's assignments some message to us. Since there's now a song called "Fuck You" out there….well I can imagine how well that would go."
It was a fair point. Kurt leaned closer and grabbed one of Matt's hands in his. "How exactly do you want to handle this tomorrow? I know you hate attention and all, but everyone will be looking at us tomorrow."
"I know." Matt sighed, staring at how their fingers intertwined. "Honestly I don't know. I'm sure Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury will pull me aside at some point tomorrow. I have to change all those stupid forms at school with Mike's address. I have to figure out a job because I'm not mooching off the Changs forever."
"Hey. Hey." Kurt squeezed his hand softly to get Matt to stop and take a breath. "I'm the drama queen here remember. Take a breath. You don't have to figure all this out tonight. We'll take tomorrow as it comes. And if anyone asks any questions about you and me? We can just tell them to screw themselves."
"That was surprisingly rational and calm."
"It happens every once in awhile." Kurt shrugged his shoulders as his cell phone began to buzz again. Flipping it open, he chuckled. "Now Dad's home. "
Looking down at his watch for what felt like the first time, Matt noticed it was getting close to the curfew he promised to keep. "You know, it's getting late. I promised I would be back soon."
"Chicken. You just don't want to deal with my dad."
"Yes." Matt nodded. "Not even going to deny that. But I do have to go."
"So I'll see you in school tomorrow then?"
Matt smiled and leaned forward to kiss Kurt softly. "Tomorrow."