Prompt: Carter - "You fought the good fight, tomorrow you'll fight another one." - 'ER'
I was getting worried. Kurt was supposed to have met me for coffee twenty minutes ago, and although I had gotten my coffee and staked out the table we had quickly claimed as ours, he still hadn't shown up. My medium drip sat in front of me, practically untouched and losing heat.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be so concerned if a friend was late. I was notorious for losing track of time myself. But this wasn't a normal situation. Though he had sworn me to secrecy, Kurt had confided in me about Karofsky's death threat. All I could think of was that the McKinley bully had carried out his threat, especially after both my text and call had gone unanswered.
Seeing him walk through the entrance, I sighed in relief and jumped to my feet, upsetting the warm beverage. I grabbed for the cup before it fell over and steadied it. The movement gave Kurt enough time to close the distance.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
"It's okay. I was getting worried though, as you didn't answer your phone," I admitted, refraining myself from hugging him. Our friendship was still new and we were in a public place.
"You called?" Kurt said, sounding confused as he pulled out his phone. A few moments later he looked up from the device sheepishly. "It's still on silent. Sorry."
"No problem," I said, waving a hand as I sat back down. "Why don't you go grab a coffee and join me."
"I'll be right back," Kurt said, dropping his messenger-style bag in the chair across from me and heading for the counter. It wasn't long before he was coming back with two cups of coffee. "I figured yours is probably cold from having to wait for me," he said, placing a cup in front of me before sitting in the chair next to me.
"Thanks," I replied, more than happy to push the lukewarm coffee off to the side.
"I didn't think it would take me so long at the party store. I was just going to replace the cake topper I bought. Then I got to the store and started debating the choices again. I ended up with the same cake topper in the end. I think traditional is more my Dad and Carole's style."
I smiled. Kurt was really into planning the upcoming wedding which was good. He needed a happy distraction from Karofsky.
"What happened to the original one?" I asked, taking a sip of my new medium drip.
Kurt's smile faded. "Karofsky took it. Given the outcome of the last confrontation, I decided just to let him have it."
I reached out and placed my hand over his. "Things are going to work out. I promise," I told him, not at all sure how to keep that promise. Still, I was the only one who knew the truth. The only one Kurt could turn to right now. I planned on doing whatever I could no matter what it took.