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sirenspull_logs2012-01-29 10:16 pm
showbizpanache) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-01-29 10:16 pm
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My love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball
WHO: Klaine
WHEN: Sunday evening.
WHERE: The B.C.
WHAT: It seems like things get really good right before they get bad again. Kurt notices that he and Blaine are missing a lot of money and wants to get to the bottom of it.
WARNINGS: Fighting. Drugs. :C Who knows what else. I'll edit if I need to.
Sundays were Kurt's favorite day of the week. He just loved the feel of them, how fresh and light and relaxed everything was, and he woke up bright and early to make everyone breakfast before heading into the City for some shopping.
He'd learned to be more frugal since he'd quit his job at Felton, so rather than spend his Sunday afternoon splurging on designer clothes he hit the thrift stores to do some bargain hunting. He couldn't resist a new pair of boots that he saw through a shop's window on the way, though, but he needed those--and the jacket he'd seen in the shop next to it, of course, since he knew it would look perfect on Blaine.
That's it, he told himself sternly, and was quite proud of his newly found self-control as he ignored every tempting sale on the way home. He stopped at the grocery to buy some things for dinner, and was rather surprised when his card was declined. He frowned and tried it again, then moved out of line to check his bank account.
He had to stare. Where the hell has our money gone?, he asked himself, completely bewildered, and opted to use cash for the groceries and figure it out later. When he returned to the apartment he made some more calls, putting dinner off while he tried to figure out what had gone wrong with their budget.
Something wasn't right.
WHEN: Sunday evening.
WHERE: The B.C.
WHAT: It seems like things get really good right before they get bad again. Kurt notices that he and Blaine are missing a lot of money and wants to get to the bottom of it.
WARNINGS: Fighting. Drugs. :C Who knows what else. I'll edit if I need to.
Sundays were Kurt's favorite day of the week. He just loved the feel of them, how fresh and light and relaxed everything was, and he woke up bright and early to make everyone breakfast before heading into the City for some shopping.
He'd learned to be more frugal since he'd quit his job at Felton, so rather than spend his Sunday afternoon splurging on designer clothes he hit the thrift stores to do some bargain hunting. He couldn't resist a new pair of boots that he saw through a shop's window on the way, though, but he needed those--and the jacket he'd seen in the shop next to it, of course, since he knew it would look perfect on Blaine.
That's it, he told himself sternly, and was quite proud of his newly found self-control as he ignored every tempting sale on the way home. He stopped at the grocery to buy some things for dinner, and was rather surprised when his card was declined. He frowned and tried it again, then moved out of line to check his bank account.
He had to stare. Where the hell has our money gone?, he asked himself, completely bewildered, and opted to use cash for the groceries and figure it out later. When he returned to the apartment he made some more calls, putting dinner off while he tried to figure out what had gone wrong with their budget.
Something wasn't right.
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"I don't know," he admitted after a moment. He was still angry, still defensive. "I just can't be here right now. I'm sick of feeling like I'm failing you and it's pissing me off, okay? I don't trust my powers around you right now."
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"Fine," he said finally, tears hot on his cheeks. "Just go. And don't come back anytime soon, because I don't know if I can trust myself to keep from throwing a box of tortellini at your head."
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Blaine moved to leave then, slamming the door as he left.
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He whimpered and finally broke down, sinking down onto the couch to curl up and cry. Distantly he noticed that he was sitting next to his shopping bag from earlier, and he reached in a trembling hand to pull out the jacket he'd bought Blaine that afternoon. Looking at it just made him cry harder, and he held it close as he thought about the sweet boy he'd met on the staircase and wondered where he had gone.