FIC: Live for the Moment [2/9]
Media: Fanfic
Title: Live for the Moment
Authors: arcofrainbows & 14thfairytale (AKA bowtiewearingowl)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None really.
Word Count: 3,700+ (7,100+ so far)
Warnings: Some language
A/N: This will be updated every Wednesday and is nine parts long. It will be updated on FF.net, Scarves and Coffee, and Livejournal.
Summary: Kurt is about to make a big life decision when he receives a mysterious text warning him not to proceed. He then find out he is getting dating advice from himself-ten years in the future. (AU)
Contact Us: arcofrainbows . tumblr . com & bowtiewearingowl . tumblr . com
Chapter Two: Listen to Your Girlfriends
Kurt’s dreams were filled with toothy smiles and the smell of fresh vegetables.were ruined moments later by loud pounding noises on his door. He didn’t open his eyes until two bodies bounced onto his bed, dislodging him from his sleep. “Okay. Time to wake up.” Quinn’s voice said, jolting him. “We’re going to cleanse.”
He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow. “No.” He muttered, yelping a second later as Santana jabbed her pointy fingernail into his back. “What the fuck, Santana?! That actually hurt!”
She smirked at him. “It’s a loving pain and it was for your own good. It will keep you motivated long enough so that you don’t dwell on your horrible break up. Now drink this.”
“What is it?” He asked, sniffing the suspicious cup that she’d shoved into her hands. Quinn and Santana had similar cups in their grasps.
Santana’s lips curled into a devilishly sweet smile. “It’s Sue’s master cleanse: water, maple syrup, lemon, cayenne pepper and a little bit of ipecac. I used to drink it three times a day for cheer practice in high school. Kept me thin all four years. You can add sand for a little extra texture but I didn’t have any sand handy.”
Kurt discarded the potion without preamble and picked up his phone. There was a message from future him.
From unknown: ‘It’s a brand new morning, do with it everything you can and don’t forget to stop by Whole Foods.’
“That couldn’t have been healthy.” Quinn muttered, sniffing the discarded drink.
To unknown: ‘I won’t forget. What is it with you and Whole Foods?’
Santana settled between the two on Kurt’s bed, “Who said anything about healthy?”
From unknown: ‘I can’t tell you that, it’s a whole thing about the time-space continuum.
To unknown: ‘Are you just using that as your excuse to not tell me things?’
Quinn gaped at her before shaking her head, setting the drink down daintily and going to Kurt’s vanity. She plucked a picture of him and Patrick off the mirror and turned back to them. “How about we focus on the more emotional side of this cleanse for the moment? Kurt, I want you to get EVERYTHING that connects you to Patrick in any way and put in the center of the room?”
From unknown: ‘Mostly yes, but also mostly because I *really* can’t tell you. Though I wish I could, it would make our lives so much easier.
Kurt tore his phone away from his screen, wide-eyed. “But, why?”
“Because I said so. Now march or I will start treating you like my students when they refuse to wash their hands and I will do it for you.” Quinn replied testily, setting her fists on her hips and looking incredibly ‘teacherly’ all of a sudden. Kurt thought about disagreeing for a moment until finally he realized that he wouldn’t be able to win no matter what and slowly got out of bed. Quinn then supervised as he picked up various items and tossed them onto the ever growing pile while Santana sat on the bed, sipping her odious cleanse juice. At one point Quinn got tired of her sitting around and told her to go and draw Kurt a bath. The girl grumbled but got up and only came back when it was full.
Quinn grabbed Kurt by the shoulders and directed him to the bathroom, telling him to strip and call them when he was in the water. He did as he was told and slipped into the warm liquid, sighing at how nice it felt. “I’m in!” He called and both girls sauntered in. He attributed it to the strength of their strange friendship that he was okay with them being in the bathroom with him while he was completely naked under the water. When they first moved in together Kurt was certain they would never have gotten to this point.
The blonde girl dumped Kurt’s stuff onto the floor and dragged the trash can towards her while Santana lounged on the counter of the sink with her legs swaying delicately a few inches off the floor. Kurt watched as Quinn picked up things and held them for him to look at. “Okay, what are these?” She held up a bundle of movie ticket stubs.
“They’re from all the movies that Patrick and I saw together.” Kurt replied, feeling his eyes burn a little from the tears beginning to build. Quinn frowned and then tossed them out before picking up a little stuffed rabbit.
“This does not look like your style.” She sneered, her lip curling up a little at the garishly pink thing.
Kurt sighed at the sight of it. “It was a present from Patrick for our first week anniversary.” Without even questioning it Quinn tossed it out. “Why are you doing this?” Kurt groaned, running his soapy fingers through his hair.
“Because, it’s the small things that make it even harder to let go, and I know how bad you are about keeping inconsequential things. I’m surprised you’re not a hoarder ye-what in the world are these?” She was holding up a pair of boxers with cute little crabs on them, dangling them by the elastic from her middle fingers with a disgusted look on her face.
Kurt’s eyes softened. “Those are his boxers. They’re from the night he stayed over a week ago. He left them after his shower.”
“And you kept them?” Quinn asked, sounding scandalized as she tossed them across the room. “We’ll put those in a box to give back to Patrick later.”
Santana took the opportunity to throw her two cents in. “No, we should seriously throw all that out too. Seriously, why the fuck would anyone want to have crabs on their crotch? That’s sending such a horrible message in so many ways that I’m repulsed even thinking of it. I can’t believe you dated someone who actually wore those.”
Kurt pouted and shrugged his shoulders. “Nobody’s perfect.”
Quinn stared at him. “Okay. Getting away from the crab boxers let’s continue our purge.” For the next twenty minutes Quinn continued to methodically throw out Patrick’s things, causing Kurt to feel a incredibly distressed. When they finished Quinn took the trash can and the group of things that he needed to give back to Patrick and left the room, calling over her shoulder. “Get dressed in something comfortable. We’re going to go to Whole Foods and buy some munchies for the evening.” Santana winked at him and hopped off the counter, following Quinn outside.
Kurt tiredly got out of the tub and toweled down before slipping off into his room. He managed to get a pair of jeans on (because there was no way in hell he was wearing sweats, no matter how bad he was feeling) and shirt with no straps or holes or color. One look in his vanity mirror though, reminded him of how pathetic he really was and he collapsed onto his bed.
The girls found him there, face smushed into the mattress and feet hanging off the edge. Apparently this was the time for dire tactics. Kurt heard Santana’s heels clicking along the hard wood floor and then his closet door sliding open before she spoke. “If you don’t get up in the next five seconds bubble butt, I’m going to pour this water all over your new Alexander McQueen shirt.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Kurt mumbled through the mattress.
“Try me.” Kurt turned his head towards her and saw in one hand his shimmering green shirt with a slit along the neck and a skull on the pocket and in the other a glass of water. In a split second he was off his bed and sprinting towards the girl, dragging the shirt from her hand. Quinn and Santana took the opportunity and grabbed his arms and started to drag him from his room, holding him surprisingly tight as he struggled.
“I seriously don’t need this! I’m fine!” He cried out.
Quinn shook her head and grabbed the keys to her car, “This is for your own good.” They got him out the door and Santana locked it before helping Quinn to drag Kurt’s dead weight down the porch stairs. “And hey, maybe we’ll get lucky and the cute grocery boy will be there.”
Kurt froze. “No.” He began struggling even harder. “There is no way I’m going to let Blaine see me like this!”
Santana opened the back door and shoved Kurt in. “Who’s Blaine?”
Quinn circled around while Santana leaned her hip on the door to keep it closed as Kurt struggled to get out. She hit the child safety lock and the model joined her in the front. “You know. He’s that cute grocery guy that Kurt’s always talking about. I still don’t believe he exists though because every time I’ve tried to go there and stalk the guy the only moderately attractive man there is barely eighteen and has a crew cut.”
Kurt sat petulantly in the back seat. “That’s because you aren’t going at the right time. He works in the mornings-and I can’t believe I just admitted to knowing that.”
Santana glanced over her shoulder, his lips curling into an evil little smirk. “Now I need to see this guy.”
“Both of you suck. He’s going to think I’m ugly and I don’t care about my appearance. Couldn’t you have at least given me the chance to brush my hair?” Kurt wined, trying to fluff up his partially dry hair.
“No. This is your cry day. You are going to be so over Patrick by the time we’re through with you.” Quinn replied, pulling out of traffic and into the Whole Foods parking lot.
Santana suddenly whirled around to face him. “You know what you need? A good, old-fashioned, one night stand. See, your problem was that you went into this thing with Patrick thinking you wanted to have a meaningful relationship with him-which is always a bad idea. But this way you go into it planning on never seeing the guy again. You can have your real fairy tale romance after you bone some random guy. I need to look up gay bars in the area.”
Kurt leaned forward. “I really do worry about you sometimes.”
Quinn unlocked his door. “Worry about her later. Right now we have to worry about you. Let’s go and get some food and we can talk about meaningless one night sex with people later.” She linked her arm with his and dragged him into the store, Santana following close behind to catch him in case he tried to make a break for it. Quinn grabbed a cart for him to push and instead of immediately heading into the store she walked over to a clerk and put on one of her prettiest smiles. “Hi, I was hoping you could tell me if Blaine was working today?”
Kurt felt all of the color drain from his face as the man nodded and directed her to the baking goods aisle. Santana’s evil smirk returned and she put her hands on his hips and began to push him towards aisle ten. Kurt’s hands turned clammy. He couldn’t believe they were making him do this. He couldn’t believe he was so nervous. The guy was a worker at Whole Foods! It wasn’t like he was meeting Prince Harry of Wales or anything.
The three crept up to the aisle and Quinn and Santana poked their heads around the corner while Kurt tried to click his heels and wish himself back to his bed where he didn’t have to see Blaine. “He’s hot,” Quinn murmured to Santana.
“Mmm. He looks too preppy, like he’s desperately trying to become the new over-gelled Prince of Produce. I bet I could take a frying pan to his head and use all the grease to cook a couple of eggs.” Santana replied.
Kurt’s cheeks colored and he leaned over Quinn to watch Kurt from around the corner. Blaine looked really good, even if his hair was too gelled down. The things Kurt could do that hair if he ever got his hands on it... Quinn pulled back around the corner, followed by the other two. “He does look very sweet. Adorable even.”
“He could even be your one night stand.” Santana offered, tapping her nails on the metal of the cart.
It took Kurt a second to catch up with what they were saying. “I can’t believe you two. I am not having a one night stand with him. He doesn’t even know my name.”
“That’s the best kind of one night stand. Gives the guy less clues to use to find you on Google.” Santana replied, looking very bored all of a sudden.
Kurt ran his fingers roughly through his hair. “Oh my God, I’m going to kill-“
“Hi, can I help you?”
Kurt jumped sky high and spun around, coming face to face with Blaine who had really pretty hazel eyes. “I, um, I-I, um-” He couldn’t make his voice work with Blaine standing too close and smelling so good, even if he was a little shorter in person than Kurt had expected. But Blaine was there, smiling at him, his eyes crinkling up at the corners.
Quinn came to Kurt’s aid. “Hi, yes, I think you might be able to. We’re doing some post-break up cleanse with my friend here,” she patted Kurt’s shoulder, “who just broke up with his rather unsavory boyfriend. We need break up food.” Kurt jabbed her elbow into her side but it didn’t faze her.
Blaine’s grin seemed to ratchet up a few notches before he seemed to remember that break ups were not good things. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Our organic chocolate has always done amazing things for me during my break ups.”
“Really? That’s wonderful. Now, second point of order, do you know any good places to go and help him meet new people?” Quinn replied, leaning closer to Blaine, Kurt tried to slap Quinn’s hip and make her stop.
Blaine laughed (and he had a really nice laugh, Kurt noted). “Well. I know this really nice coffee shop named ‘The Lima Bean’ I love it there.” He fixed his gaze on Kurt. “Go on Saturday. They have the best baristas.” Kurt swallowed hard, feeling a little dumbstruck, and nodded.
“Well, that’s all good and dandy if he wants to meet a nice guy to settle down with.” Kurt’s cheeks colored and he swore he saw Blaine’s eyes crinkle even more. “But where are the good gay bars or clubs?”
“Santana!” Kurt gasped, eyes going wide.
Blaine laughed. “No, no. It’s just fine. Really. I don’t go to this place often because alcohol makes me to things I’m not proud of but it’s called Scandals. They have some amazing music and entertainment there.”
Quinn clapped her hands. “That sounds great. Thank you so much for your help, Blaine.”
“No problem, um…”
Quinn offered her hand. “I’m Quinn and this is Santana.”
Blaine’s eyes traveled to Kurt’s face, “And you are?”
“Kurt.” He stuttered, taking Blaine’s warm hand. “Um, Kurt Hummel.”
Blaine’s smile widened. “It’s nice to finally meet you. If you need anything else don’t hesitate to ask me.” He took a step back. “I hope to see you around.” He nodded to the girls and then to Kurt and hurried back to his pile of boxes.
Santana clapped her hands together once. “Right. So, save him until after you’ve had your one night stand. Let Blaine be your fairy tale romance. He’s too much of a goody two-shoes to actually put out for a one night stand anyway. I would love to know what alcohol does to him though...”
Kurt’s cheeks burned hot and while he was thrilled that he had gotten so close to Blaine he refused to talk to Quinn and Santana as they walked through the aisles. The girls didn’t seem to mind though. They seem pleased enough with their first evil plan that they decided to let him sulk for a few minutes. As they wound around Kurt pulled out his phone and sent his future self a very irritated text message.
To unknown: You knew Blaine was going to be there. Why didn’t you warn me so that I wouldn’t look like such a fool?
From unknown: ‘Because it’s about time you talked to him.’
To unknown: ‘Why is it so important that I talk to him?’
From unknown: ‘I can’t do all the work for you. And anyway, telling you why would ruin time-space continuum.’
To unknown: ‘Fine, Marty Mcfly, anything else that you *can* tell me’
From unknown: ‘Nope. Go have fun at the bar and listen to your girlfriends’
They went from the store to Patrick’s office. Kurt wasn’t ready to see him yet so Quinn and Santana took the box upstairs. When they returned Kurt asked, “Was it okay?”
“He is a serious dick. I am so glad that you got away from him. Seriously.” Quinn muttered darkly. “I don’t even know what attracted you to him.”
“He’s attractive. And usually incredibly nice-I guess we just weren’t meant to be though and I let him string me along.” Kurt muttered.
Quinn smirked and jerked her head towards Santana who was frowning at her broken nail. “Well, that completely justifies Santana slapping him.”
Santana turned in her seat and showed him her hand. “You owe me a new manicure.”
Kurt started laughing and leaned back against the seat. “Promise. We’ll both go and get manicures next week.” She grinned at him and turned back around to face the front.
Back at the house they put away their purchases and settled in for lunch. Or, Quinn and Kurt did and Santana went off to research ‘Scandals’. After dinner Quinn had pulled out a pretty blue number with a short but floaty skirt that showed off her legs while Santana had donned a dress that looked like it was made up entirely of black strips of cloth. Kurt was the hardest to get motivated. He kept wining that he didn’t want to go out. He didn’t feel like meeting people. Finally, after Santana took another shirt of his for ransom he did his hair and pulled on a tight, almost see through deep purple shirt and his ‘sex jeans’ Quinn drove them to Scandals.
Just outside of the building where music was thrumming in a hot, pounding beat. “Do you feel awkward knowing that you’re going into a gay bar?” Kurt asked, pushing open the door, his heart heavy. He didn’t even know why the hell he was here.
“Right now, it’s great. No guys to hit on me. That’s exactly what I need.” Quinn replied, curling her arm around his.
“Gay bars aren’t new to me.” Santana shot, striding forward to help pave their way into the bar. Once inside Santana turned to Kurt and yelled at him over the music, “Okay. In order to make this night actually work you need to put aside your thing with Patrick and instead have cheap meaningless sex with some random rent boy.”
Kurt’s cheeks colored. “I don’t do this sort of thing. Ever!”
Quinn jostled his arm and leaned close. “You really don’t have to do this. Santana’s just being callous and trying to help you in the only way she knows how. Let’s just have fun and go dancing.”
Kurt grinned at her and nodded, dragging her out into the mass of mostly male bodies gyrating on the floor. Santana took up her throne at the bar and they didn’t see each other for an hour when both of them stumbled towards her, giggling and sweaty. “Okay. That was an amazing idea.” Kurt called and Quinn grinned, carding her fingers through her bangs.
“I love how good gay men are at dancing. They actually know how to move their hips.” Quinn giggled, her voice high and squeaky.
Santana smirked at the two of them, tipping her martini. “Good clean fun is so boring. Here, have some alcohol. Make the fun dirtier.” Kurt rolled his eyes but ordered a drink. Less than a moment later some guy was at his side.
“Hi, I’m-” His name was obscured by a loud whooping sound from the floor.
“I’m Kurt.” He called back.
“Wanna dance?” The guy called. Kurt glanced to Santana who was watching him with a smirk. Finally he turned back to the guy and nodded.
Out on the dance floor he ground against the guy, who he found out was named Andy, as the guy was practically biting his neck. “What do you say we get out of here?” he growled.
Kurt froze for a second. “Just give me a sec, okay?” He pulled Andy back to the bar and hurried to the girls, looking panicked. “He wants me to get out of here with him.”
“Go do him then.” Santana urged.
Kurt turned toward Quinn, “You’re the voice of reason normally. Should I?”
“Yes.” She answered immediately. “Go. We’ll stay out late.” She winked. “See you in the morning.”
He stared at her and then took a breath, turning back to Andy, who was still lounging against the bar. With one last parting look over his shoulder he took Andy’s hand and they took Andy’s sleek ittle car back to the house. The second they were inside the building Andy began devouring Kurt’s mouth. It was strange, making out with someone other than Patrick, but it felt so very good.
He grabbed the lapels of Andy’s shirt and dragged him towards his room before dragging the curtains covering the hallway shut and pushing Andy into his room.
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Excerpt from Chapter Three-“Have Some Coffee”: Blaine waggled his eyebrows at him and Kurt couldn’t help but laugh before continuing. “Well, I met a guy-“
“Oh. And?”
“Then he turned creepy and wouldn’t leave. He also had crabs on his boxers.”
Blaine’s triangular eyebrows shot straight up, “Crabs?”
Previous Chapter: Chapter One: Outlook Not So Good
Next Chapter: Chapter Three: Have Some Coffee
A/N: Adrienne and I are so appreciative of all the support we’ve gotten for this project and hope you continue to enjoy the story. We forgot to mention in the last chapter that this story was spawned from an internet based show we were watching on Hulu (and Youtube for the full show) called, “Dating Rules from my Future Self” which is amazing and hilarious. We’ve kind of taken it in our own path but that’s where everything originated.
As always, thank you and don’t forget to read and review!