Chapter 24

I spend weeks trying to impress Noah's mother, but nothing works. It truly is turning out to be a lost cause. The woman judges every move I make and every little detail of everything I do. It is official; I am wasting too much time trying to impress this woman than focusing on other things. For one I had only spoken to my dad once since I'd been in Lima. My voicemail is beyond filled with messages from him, and I haven't gotten around to calling him back since, my main priority has been to get on Puck's mom's good side.

When I get back to Kurt's I'm relieved to see just Kurt, not Kurt and Scott. Kurt is sitting at his vanity, going over his moisturizing routine. It is much more like a religious ritual.

"Hey," I sigh, picking up my phone to see yet another missed call from my dad. "No, Scott?"

Kurt sighs, "No, because I'm going to dinner with him and his parents tonight."

"So I'm guessing they took it well?"I say somewhat interested. I was hoping that Kurt and Scott would be spending some time apart however, I am sadly mistaken.

Kurt nods, "They're very accepting, it was more difficult for Scott's dad, but he came around."

I nod as I dial my dad's phone number, conveniently it goes to voicemail and I leave him a message apologizing for not calling him sooner, I also leave out the part that I'm dating someone, I don't need my dad coming to Lima just to kill Noah.

When I hang up I see Kurt looking at me disappointedly.

"What did I do?" I ask not in the mood to be ridiculed over something.

Kurt rolls his eyes, "When's the last time you've actually spoken to your dad?"

"Don't judge me, Kurt." I say deleting all the voicemails he's left me.

"Scar, this is your dad we're talking about, and I don't think you've even texted your mom-" He begins.

"Don't go there, Kurt. She cut off communications with me not the other way around." I snap at him, "and as for my dad, I really don't see how that's any of your business. I'm stressed beyond belief. My boyfriend's baby mama is finally starting to like me, his mother despises me with every fiber of her being, and you are always judging my clothes, and my makeup, and my hair, and every other little detail! So I'm sorry if you don't approve of how often I'm talking to my father."

"Okay, someone's had a lot of built up tension."Kurt sighs; he searches through his bag until he finds a bottle and throws it to me. "This is an aroma therapy lotion. I used it when I was being bullied, and it really helped me relax. I get it you're stressed, but your dad worries about you. You know how I know that? You're like him. You worry about every little thing, therefore he does too. Check in with him every once in a while. By the way," he points at my shirt, "that is not a good color on you."

I roll my eyes at him, "Thanks, Kurt. Please do me a favor?"

He looks at me and sighs, "I am still picking out your clothing so don't even try-"

"Be careful." I look down, knowing where this conversation is going to go. I am worried about him as usual.

He looks at me confused, "Of what?"

"Scott," I answer in almost a whisper, "they way he looks at you sometimes . . . he's just too possessive, I'm worried that something bad is going to happen, Kurt. You said yourself that he doesn't listen to your wishes on certain issues; that could become bigger-"

"Scott's not like that! How could you even accuse him-"He begins.

"I'm not!" I cut him off, "I'm not accusing him of anything. I just want you to take caution. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I just need to know that you're safe."

Kurt smirks at me knowing that he has proved his point, "I'm promise I will be careful."

I smile as he walks up the steps to go off to meet that dangerous boy and his parents. I use the word dangerous because after only dating Kurt for maybe two months, he had already made him uncomfortable, behavior like that can only get worse.

I think about what Kurt said, and although my mother was not getting a phone call, an email couldn't hurt anything. Maybe she will be ready to let me back into her glamorous life, with her new husband and daughter. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to get a Christmas card this year. I won't get my hopes up though; she had disappointed me countless times already.

I go to my computer and write the following:

Hey Mom,

It's Scarlet. I know I haven't seen you since last September, but I just want you to know that I'd like to see you sometime before the end of the New Year. I'm in Lima for this year. My school was doing some exchange program, and I wanted to see Kurt and Burt. It's been ages since I'd seen them. How are Ben and Lily? Give them all my love. I miss you guys, hope to see you soon,

Scar.

I press the send button and instantaneously I get an email saying that no such email address was in use.