I tried. Honest to God, I tried. Life has been so confusing lately and even when I do get a few spare minutes my mind is wandering elsewhere. So, as promised, here is this week's chapter. But I'm afraid I'm going on a one-week hiatus after this.
Yes, this is a third point of view (this one actually in first person). We've had Blaine, we've had Kurt. Who else can it be, I hear you ask. Well, you'll just have to wait and see :)
Not only my weirdest chapter, but also my shortest (I set myself a minimum for 750 words per chapter and this is the first one that even comes under 800). I apologise, also, for the quality.
And Amy? I love you.
Story so far...
After Kurt's birthday, and his surprise of RYG, Klaine go to Lima for the ND reunion. After they return, Kurt has a nightmare about Blaine cheating on him. This causes Blaine to have an epiphany and he decided to propose to Kurt. The Warbler weekend is coming up and Gina is excited about her new boyfriend.
Blaine's Thursday, then Kurt's Thursday, and now...?
-*T&C*-
I'm scared.
And not just a little bit scared, you must understand. Wholly terrified. My very core has been shaken and I'm not sure if I can recover.
Yesterday, something very strange happened. I'm not quite sure how to explain it so I shall start my story from the beginning. I was sitting there, as you do, looking out of the window. It was a nice day and the sun was shining brightly. Everything was peaceful and quiet. Then I heard the front door opening and Kurt came in. He dumped his bag and coat, huffing a bit like his day had been stressful. He then entered the lounge, saw me, and smiled. He walked over to me.
"How are you doing today, darling?"
He poked a slender finger through my cage and I hopped up to it to allow myself to be stroked tenderly. That man has so much love in him. Whatever else he does in the day, he always finds time to make me feel welcome in the house.
He gave me a final stroke and then went off into his bedroom to get changed and emerged about half an hour later. He gave me a quick smile before heading into the kitchen, returning after a couple of minutes with a sandwich. He took it and sat on the sofa, picking up the remote to the television and turning it over to a programme called Project Runway. He watched it while eating, occasionally making comments.
I got bored and started chattering. He looked up at me then turned the television off, taking his empty plate into the kitchen and returning to stroke me again. And then he started singing.
It's been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I'm back in town
This time I'm not leaving without you
You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I'd give anything again to be your baby doll
This time I'm not leaving without you
I joined in to compliment his beautiful voice, chirping energetically. I was disappointed when his phone device bleeped and he stopped singing.
He opened his message and laughed, glancing up at me. His expression was very different to what it had been. Now, his eyes showed nothing but a deep desire. His fingers worked quickly as he sent of a reply and then he dumped the phone and came over to me again.
"I'm sorry, Boci," he muttered as he lifted my cage. I fluttered about, scared. He walked me from the lounge and dumped my cage on the kitchen countertop, turning his back on me without so much as a smile in my direction and went back into the lounge.
I felt very left out, unloved. I chirped energetically, begging for attention. But he had gone. He paced around the lounge and I could hear him breathing heavily. This was when I started to get worried. I quietened down so that I could hear him. He continued pacing.
About half an hour later I heard the front door open.
"Tears! I'm ba-ack!"
I heard Kurt run through the lounge to hide in their bedroom. Footsteps padded from the hallway through to the lounge door and stopped. I thought I heard the sound of Blaine yawning. Then a thump.
"Good. Now, what do you fancy to eat tonight?"
Noises, bang, kissing, moans. I didn't know what I was hearing, but it sounded like someone was attacking my owners. I chirped loudly, trying to scare them off. More banging, more noises.
These terrible events, reader, continued for another hour. I'm amazed I didn't shed all of my feathers. After a bit of speaking, followed by a couple of particularly prominent screams, there was silence for a few seconds. Some deep breathing. A lot of breathing. And then talking. And then... laughing? I was so very utterly confuddled.
As I am sure you can understand, this was confusing enough. I got moved back to my usual spot a couple of hours after this and all was well. Until now.
Kurt walked in wearing clothes I'd never seen him wear before. He grabbed his phone device which was making a loud musical sound. He had a quick conversation with the person on the other end and then put it down.
During the time he was on the phone, his outfit had changed a bit. He picked up the phone again. And growled.
I'm scared.
And not just a little bit scared, you must understand. Wholly terrified. My very core has been shaken and I'm not sure if I can recover.
I think my Kurt has been possessed.
I guess I'll speak to you all in December. Until then, I love you.
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!
I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. So, for every review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?
What do you want for Christmas?