Pinky PromisePinky Promise3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kurt sat by the bar, swishing his non-alcoholic drink around as he smiles amused by his friends attempt to talk up other guys. His roommates were as straight as rulers but were convinced they could flirt with anyone and still come back with a number. He shook his head and laughed loudly when one of the roommates got completely rejected by a red head. He turned around on his stool, facing the bar. Kurt didn't really feel like being here but his friends insisted that he should at least experience a New York club, once in his life.
Not that he was a prude, but he still didn't feel comfortable with underage drinking and he just didn't really want to experience the New York club life without his boyfriend.
Speaking of which, he starts to fiddle with the ring on his pinky finger, something he does subconsciously whenever his mind starts to wander back to Ohio, or more specifically to McKinley where Blaine was. It's been almost a year since he left for New York and three months since he's las
Painted BlackShe had finally done it. Finally driven the last of them off. Finally, she could be alone.Painted Black6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
People with their damned fake concern... She spat to the side. Yet she had been even colder to the one whose concern was real.
Since they were kids, Kurein had always read her like a book. And, as he would say when she asked how he did it, "unlike everyone else, I'm savoring every word! Cause, ya know what? regardless of anyone else, I love the story!" He grew out of saying stupid things like that as he got older.
But when she was old enough, she had been sent away. And no matter what they had promised as kids, a continent and new, unreal, problems had been far more than enough to separate them for good, and for years. Her return had found her looking at home through unfamiliar and malicious eyes.
Hateful and deceptive, she no longer fit among the people of the peaceful place. She started fights, damaged whatever she got her hands on, stepped on the hearts of whoever tried to talk to her. She was