the joy of rediscovering you, chapter 1 (Glee fic)
Title: the joy of rediscovering you (1/undetermined)
Author: madamemonday
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Spoilers: Through 2x14, Blame It on the Alcohol.
Word Count: ~2,400
Pairing(s): Klaine (Kurt/Blaine), Raine (Rachel/Blaine)
Summary: Kurt and Blaine want to have a baby, and Rachel volunteers to be their surrogate. On the surface it simply looks like history's trying to repeat itself, except there's this little matter that Blaine still has feelings for Rachel.
Warnings: just some cursing for this part.
Notes: As soon as I saw the promo for BIOTA and that incredibly hot kiss between Rachel and Blaine, the bunnies started breeding and haven't stopped. This is the best idea I've had out of the entire lot. That, and it hasn't been covered by other writers already. ;) I should also mention that this is my first stab at fic since 2007, so I'm a little rusty.
And finally, a big shout-out to my wicked awesome beta, pina_spence . Couldn't have done it without you, E. <3
Enjoy!
"You know, I think we should have a baby."
Kurt's head snapped up in alarm, his attention completely diverted from his nightly moisturizing routine. "Excuse me?"
"A baby," Blaine repeated from his spot on the bed, where he had been reading a book. He closed it and set it on his nightstand. "My coworker Kerry brought in her brand new baby girl today and it made me think, well, why can't Kurt and I start our own family?"
"Um, maybe because having a baby is expensive?" Kurt countered, blood rushing back into his previously pale face and turning his cheeks pink. "I'm not talking about just raising the child and the various expenses associated with that. We have to find a surrogate, or barring that, ad--"
Blaine had crawled out of bed during Kurt's speech and crossed the room, leaning over and laying a finger over his partner's lips. "You think too much," he murmured, replacing his finger with his lips. "We don't have to plan everything out now. I simply wanted to run the idea by you, get how you felt about things."
Kurt, if it were possible, blushed even harder. "Well, I'm not completely against the idea," he said in a quiet voice. "It is, however, a giant step and one we need to be sure we're ready to make."
"I think we are," and Blaine turned that adorable smile on him. Kurt felt his insides going to mush even before Blaine bumped his knee with one of his. "Hey. Why don't you come to bed and we'll talk about this more later?"
***
Later, Blaine would swear it was fate that brought about the next turn of events. Coincidence. Kismet. Whatever you wanted to call it, destiny was knocking.
He was in line procuring tickets for Kurt's favorite Broadway show when he heard his name being called. "Blaine! Blaine Anderson!"
Turning, his eyes widened. Rushing toward him, waving excitedly with long brown hair streaming over her shoulders and a huge smile on her face was none other than Rachel Berry.
Blaine swallowed, hard, his heart slamming inside his chest.
Rachel's eyes were full of joy and more than a little curiosity when she caught up to him. "Why am I not surprised to run into you in front of my theater?" she asked with a laugh, poking his arm playfully.
Somehow he managed to find his voice. "Your theater?"
"Haven't you been following my illustrious career?" Rachel asked, her tone almost haughty but still teasing. "I'm currently wowing crowds on Broadway as the headstrong and independent Eponine. Of course, I would love to be playing Cosette, but even I have to admit that the role of Eponine suits me better."
"No, I haven't, but that's fantastic," Blaine smiled genuinely, having recovered his poise during her speech. "I always knew you'd be successful, Rachel. I can't wait to bring Kurt to see one of your shows."
"You're with Kurt?" He might have been reading into her expression a little too deeply, but he could almost swear that the light in her eyes dimmed slightly at her former classmate's name. "Now that's someone I haven't seen in years, much less thought of. How is he?"
"He's great," Blaine nodded, wishing that he hadn't mentioned his partner's name. "We, uh, we got married two years ago."
"Married," Rachel's head bobbed much too politely. "Congratulations to the two of you," but her smile didn't reach her eyes. Or was that just his imagination?
"Would you like to have lunch with us some afternoon?" Blaine asked, hoping he wasn't coming across as too desperate. "I'm sure Kurt would love to get the chance to catch up. You know how he loves his gossip."
"Well, I... I..."
"Please?" Blaine asked her, his voice lowering, sincere and heartfelt. "It would mean so much to me if you would say yes." His eyes locked with hers, his fingers itching to brush over her cheek.
"Then I'd love to," Rachel's affirmation sounded almost breathless to his ears.
"One o'clock at Morimoto on Tuesday, then?"
"It's a date."
***
Kurt had his reservations about this lunch date with Rachel ever since Blaine had come home all breathless smiles and barely concealed excitement. He hadn't forgotten the fateful party in his sophomore year where both his partner and the then-hopeful ingenue had gotten sloppy drunk and exchanged a smoldering, impassioned kiss as well as an incredibly cliched eighties' duet right in front of him, then spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other. Never mind he'd been the one to haul Blaine home at the end of the night, roll him drooling and snoring into his bed and then take the heat when his dad had discovered them. Not Rachel. Rachel had gotten off scot-free all around, and it made Kurt's blood boil just thinking about it.
Deep breath. The last thing Kurt needed was a throw-down concerning past events over platters of sashimi. Wouldn't that make a headline in the Times' Living section. "Broadway Starlet Has Row With Former High School Glee Club Rival. Story on Page 17."
Kurt adjusted his tie in the mirror, smoothed impeccably arranged hair needlessly into place. He plastered on his best polite face and went to join his partner and their guest.
***
Rachel's heart felt like it wouldn't stop pounding as she chatted and laughed with Blaine, feeling as natural as it had been on their first date all those years ago. It was true, she'd never quite gotten over him, but had she ever really gotten over any of her loves? Okay, maybe Jesse, but that's because he was the evil traitor who ditched her and then humiliated her.
Seeing Kurt approaching the table, she jumped up and gave her friend air kisses, inviting him to sit down. "Kurt, it's lovely to see you again."
"Likewise," Kurt smiled and took Rachel in. "You look fantastic. Definitely an improvement over those horrifying ensembles you used to wear in high school."
"Thanks," Rachel said, trying not to imagine choking Kurt with the skinny tie he was wearing.
"So Rachel and I were just catching up," Blaine flashed a smile at his husband when they all resumed their seats.
"I was regaling him with tales of the dramatic and scintillating world of Broadway behind the curtain," Rachel added, eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Which, I'm sure, is never boring," Kurt added with a polite little chuckle. "Especially when one Rachel Berry is there to put the 'I' in diva."
She was going to ignore that. "Anything exciting going on with you and Blaine?" she asked, pointedly changing the subject.
"I'm trying to convince Kurt to have a baby," Blaine offered.
Rachel turned wide eyes on Blaine. "A baby? Really? What brought that on?"
Blaine explained the recent encounter with his co-worker's baby, while Kurt picked at his seaweed salad.
"So have you decided on what way?" Rachel's curiosity was definitely piqued, having been the result of such an undertaking. "Surrogacy or adoption?"
"I don't have an opinion either way," Kurt finally piped up, looking first to Rachel and then his husband. "Whatever results in a healthy baby, I guess."
"I'd really prefer if the child was genetically related to one of us," Blaine admitted. "I feel like I'd have a greater connection to our son or daughter that way."
"So, a surrogate," Rachel stated, mentally taking notes. "Any prospects?"
"No, we really haven't explored things past getting comfortable with the idea," Blaine told Rachel.
"I could do it," Rachel blurted suddenly. Her eyes widened as if she had shocked herself by what she had just said, then she rushed to explain herself. "I'd be perfect. I have two gay dads who used a surrogate to have me. I totally know what it's like being the child of two men madly in love with each other. I could even--"
"No," Kurt cut in. Rachel stopped in mid-sentence and stared at him, Blaine doing the same beside him.
"Why not?" Blaine asked his partner after a long moment of uncomfortable silence. "She really is ideal. We both know her, and you can't get more experience than growing up in a same-sex household. That, and she's beautiful." Rachel smiled nervously at him. She felt a little flutter in her stomach that she tried to suppress immediately.
"I'm not comfortable with the idea," Kurt said flatly. Rachel's smile died on her face.
"Kurt, it's Rachel," Blaine said, looking oddly serious as he gestured to their companion. "We've known her how many years?"
"Can we just not talk about this right now?" Kurt snapped, and Blaine bit his lip and didn't press any further.
***
Later on that evening, Blaine called Rachel.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about the way Kurt acted at lunch today," he told her, gripping his cell and hoping that Kurt would take his time in the bathtub. "I don't know what's gotten into him."
"I do," Rachel said, her tone strained. "Don't you remember that party I threw back in high school?"
How could he forget? And then he winced, because apparently he had forgotten. "Oh, shit. I was so caught up in having such a perfect solution that I completely..." He trailed off, groaned. "God, Rachel, I'm so sorry. I feel like an idiot."
"I'm the one who needs to apologize," Rachel disagreed. "I jumped in and started taking over a situation that I had no right inserting myself into. This is between you and Kurt and I have no place in it."
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that I still think you'd be ideal?" Blaine asked her softly. He meant it, too. Now that she had planted the idea into his head, he couldn't imagine anyone else doing the job.
"I'm flattered, Blaine, but if Kurt doesn't want me being the mother, then all the perfection in the world won't matter in the long run."
"True," Blaine exhaled, thinking. "I think I'm going to talk to him about this. Just because we have past history doesn't mean that it has to influence the present. We're all adults now, we can talk this out."
"I agree," Rachel said strongly, and Blaine smiled to himself at the determination he heard in her voice. It was one thing he had always admired about her. "Let me know how it goes, okay?"
After saying their goodbyes, Rachel set her phone down slowly and let out a long sigh. Having Blaine back in her life was simultaneously wonderful and terrifying. She'd misread the signals between them back in high school and after the high of inspiration wore off, she'd been left with the heartbreak. Not that she had admitted it to anyone, of course. She'd picked up the pieces and carried on with her head held high, but there had always been a gaping hole inside her heart where his reciprocated feelings should have been.
Now he was back and wanting her to carry the child that he wanted to raise with Kurt. But unlike the situation with mother, she was getting the impression that Blaine wanted her involved in their lives even after the birth. Would Kurt, though? It seemed to her that he still had some unresolved issues concerning her.
Well, regardless of whether or not she ultimately gestated the future Anderson-Hummel progeny, she would still straighten things out with Kurt. She owed him that much.
***
"So who were you talking to?" Kurt asked, coming out of the bathroom and seeing the phone in Blaine's hand.
"Oh, just Rachel," Blaine said casually, watching Kurt's expression carefully as he pocketed his phone. "A post-lunch review, you could call it." When Kurt's face tightened with what looked like jealousy and a hint of rage, Blaine unconsciously took a step back. "Hey," he jumped in before Kurt could even open his mouth. "I may have had that past deal with her, but it's unfair to hold the past over both our heads. She's straight and I'm gay, haven't we established that?" Not that he was going to admit to Kurt that seeing Rachel was making him question his sexuality again. At least, not immediately.
"Have we?" Kurt shot back. "To me it looked like we were in high school all over again. The two of you were having a grand time of things and I'm stuck on the sidelines watching. Did either of you consider my feelings?"
"What the hell do you think we were discussing?" Blaine threw up his hands and went to go sit down. "She's the one who reminded me, not the other way around." He sighed roughly. "Listen, Kurt, we can't make things okay unless you're willing to give us the chance. Rachel apologized to me for butting in, and if I'm reading things right, I think she'd like the chance to apologize to you herself."
"Seemed like she was acting like classic Rachel Berry to me," Kurt scoffed. "Making plans and checking for permission from the affected parties later."
"Would you quit being an ass!" Blaine exploded, getting up to pace his frustration off. Kurt startled a little at the sudden yelling, but stubbornly held his ground. "Kurt, I love you, but damn. This isn't what I expected at all."
"What, were the two of you just expecting me to fall in line with your little plan?" Kurt hissed, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at his lover.
"No!" Blaine practically roared. "How can there be a plan when you and I haven't even talked this through yet?" He growled and pushed a hand through his curly hair, making it stand wildly on end. "I want a family with you and the perfect girl to make this wish come true came back into our lives at just the right time. I can understand your reservations but can you pull the stick out of your ass long enough to just give this a chance?"
"I don't know if I can, Blaine," Kurt said quietly, stiffly.
Blaine's face darkened, rage storming in his eyes. He clenched his fists at his sides, looking for a moment like he wanted to let the violence take over. Instead, he marched to the door and yanked it open, stalking through it and slamming it behind him.
Kurt watched him go, mouth open slightly in shock. He took a step forward as if he wanted to follow after him, then heaved a sigh and turned toward the bedroom.
Author: madamemonday
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Spoilers: Through 2x14, Blame It on the Alcohol.
Word Count: ~2,400
Pairing(s): Klaine (Kurt/Blaine), Raine (Rachel/Blaine)
Summary: Kurt and Blaine want to have a baby, and Rachel volunteers to be their surrogate. On the surface it simply looks like history's trying to repeat itself, except there's this little matter that Blaine still has feelings for Rachel.
Warnings: just some cursing for this part.
Notes: As soon as I saw the promo for BIOTA and that incredibly hot kiss between Rachel and Blaine, the bunnies started breeding and haven't stopped. This is the best idea I've had out of the entire lot. That, and it hasn't been covered by other writers already. ;) I should also mention that this is my first stab at fic since 2007, so I'm a little rusty.
And finally, a big shout-out to my wicked awesome beta, pina_spence . Couldn't have done it without you, E. <3
Enjoy!
"You know, I think we should have a baby."
Kurt's head snapped up in alarm, his attention completely diverted from his nightly moisturizing routine. "Excuse me?"
"A baby," Blaine repeated from his spot on the bed, where he had been reading a book. He closed it and set it on his nightstand. "My coworker Kerry brought in her brand new baby girl today and it made me think, well, why can't Kurt and I start our own family?"
"Um, maybe because having a baby is expensive?" Kurt countered, blood rushing back into his previously pale face and turning his cheeks pink. "I'm not talking about just raising the child and the various expenses associated with that. We have to find a surrogate, or barring that, ad--"
Blaine had crawled out of bed during Kurt's speech and crossed the room, leaning over and laying a finger over his partner's lips. "You think too much," he murmured, replacing his finger with his lips. "We don't have to plan everything out now. I simply wanted to run the idea by you, get how you felt about things."
Kurt, if it were possible, blushed even harder. "Well, I'm not completely against the idea," he said in a quiet voice. "It is, however, a giant step and one we need to be sure we're ready to make."
"I think we are," and Blaine turned that adorable smile on him. Kurt felt his insides going to mush even before Blaine bumped his knee with one of his. "Hey. Why don't you come to bed and we'll talk about this more later?"
***
Later, Blaine would swear it was fate that brought about the next turn of events. Coincidence. Kismet. Whatever you wanted to call it, destiny was knocking.
He was in line procuring tickets for Kurt's favorite Broadway show when he heard his name being called. "Blaine! Blaine Anderson!"
Turning, his eyes widened. Rushing toward him, waving excitedly with long brown hair streaming over her shoulders and a huge smile on her face was none other than Rachel Berry.
Blaine swallowed, hard, his heart slamming inside his chest.
Rachel's eyes were full of joy and more than a little curiosity when she caught up to him. "Why am I not surprised to run into you in front of my theater?" she asked with a laugh, poking his arm playfully.
Somehow he managed to find his voice. "Your theater?"
"Haven't you been following my illustrious career?" Rachel asked, her tone almost haughty but still teasing. "I'm currently wowing crowds on Broadway as the headstrong and independent Eponine. Of course, I would love to be playing Cosette, but even I have to admit that the role of Eponine suits me better."
"No, I haven't, but that's fantastic," Blaine smiled genuinely, having recovered his poise during her speech. "I always knew you'd be successful, Rachel. I can't wait to bring Kurt to see one of your shows."
"You're with Kurt?" He might have been reading into her expression a little too deeply, but he could almost swear that the light in her eyes dimmed slightly at her former classmate's name. "Now that's someone I haven't seen in years, much less thought of. How is he?"
"He's great," Blaine nodded, wishing that he hadn't mentioned his partner's name. "We, uh, we got married two years ago."
"Married," Rachel's head bobbed much too politely. "Congratulations to the two of you," but her smile didn't reach her eyes. Or was that just his imagination?
"Would you like to have lunch with us some afternoon?" Blaine asked, hoping he wasn't coming across as too desperate. "I'm sure Kurt would love to get the chance to catch up. You know how he loves his gossip."
"Well, I... I..."
"Please?" Blaine asked her, his voice lowering, sincere and heartfelt. "It would mean so much to me if you would say yes." His eyes locked with hers, his fingers itching to brush over her cheek.
"Then I'd love to," Rachel's affirmation sounded almost breathless to his ears.
"One o'clock at Morimoto on Tuesday, then?"
"It's a date."
***
Kurt had his reservations about this lunch date with Rachel ever since Blaine had come home all breathless smiles and barely concealed excitement. He hadn't forgotten the fateful party in his sophomore year where both his partner and the then-hopeful ingenue had gotten sloppy drunk and exchanged a smoldering, impassioned kiss as well as an incredibly cliched eighties' duet right in front of him, then spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other. Never mind he'd been the one to haul Blaine home at the end of the night, roll him drooling and snoring into his bed and then take the heat when his dad had discovered them. Not Rachel. Rachel had gotten off scot-free all around, and it made Kurt's blood boil just thinking about it.
Deep breath. The last thing Kurt needed was a throw-down concerning past events over platters of sashimi. Wouldn't that make a headline in the Times' Living section. "Broadway Starlet Has Row With Former High School Glee Club Rival. Story on Page 17."
Kurt adjusted his tie in the mirror, smoothed impeccably arranged hair needlessly into place. He plastered on his best polite face and went to join his partner and their guest.
***
Rachel's heart felt like it wouldn't stop pounding as she chatted and laughed with Blaine, feeling as natural as it had been on their first date all those years ago. It was true, she'd never quite gotten over him, but had she ever really gotten over any of her loves? Okay, maybe Jesse, but that's because he was the evil traitor who ditched her and then humiliated her.
Seeing Kurt approaching the table, she jumped up and gave her friend air kisses, inviting him to sit down. "Kurt, it's lovely to see you again."
"Likewise," Kurt smiled and took Rachel in. "You look fantastic. Definitely an improvement over those horrifying ensembles you used to wear in high school."
"Thanks," Rachel said, trying not to imagine choking Kurt with the skinny tie he was wearing.
"So Rachel and I were just catching up," Blaine flashed a smile at his husband when they all resumed their seats.
"I was regaling him with tales of the dramatic and scintillating world of Broadway behind the curtain," Rachel added, eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Which, I'm sure, is never boring," Kurt added with a polite little chuckle. "Especially when one Rachel Berry is there to put the 'I' in diva."
She was going to ignore that. "Anything exciting going on with you and Blaine?" she asked, pointedly changing the subject.
"I'm trying to convince Kurt to have a baby," Blaine offered.
Rachel turned wide eyes on Blaine. "A baby? Really? What brought that on?"
Blaine explained the recent encounter with his co-worker's baby, while Kurt picked at his seaweed salad.
"So have you decided on what way?" Rachel's curiosity was definitely piqued, having been the result of such an undertaking. "Surrogacy or adoption?"
"I don't have an opinion either way," Kurt finally piped up, looking first to Rachel and then his husband. "Whatever results in a healthy baby, I guess."
"I'd really prefer if the child was genetically related to one of us," Blaine admitted. "I feel like I'd have a greater connection to our son or daughter that way."
"So, a surrogate," Rachel stated, mentally taking notes. "Any prospects?"
"No, we really haven't explored things past getting comfortable with the idea," Blaine told Rachel.
"I could do it," Rachel blurted suddenly. Her eyes widened as if she had shocked herself by what she had just said, then she rushed to explain herself. "I'd be perfect. I have two gay dads who used a surrogate to have me. I totally know what it's like being the child of two men madly in love with each other. I could even--"
"No," Kurt cut in. Rachel stopped in mid-sentence and stared at him, Blaine doing the same beside him.
"Why not?" Blaine asked his partner after a long moment of uncomfortable silence. "She really is ideal. We both know her, and you can't get more experience than growing up in a same-sex household. That, and she's beautiful." Rachel smiled nervously at him. She felt a little flutter in her stomach that she tried to suppress immediately.
"I'm not comfortable with the idea," Kurt said flatly. Rachel's smile died on her face.
"Kurt, it's Rachel," Blaine said, looking oddly serious as he gestured to their companion. "We've known her how many years?"
"Can we just not talk about this right now?" Kurt snapped, and Blaine bit his lip and didn't press any further.
***
Later on that evening, Blaine called Rachel.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about the way Kurt acted at lunch today," he told her, gripping his cell and hoping that Kurt would take his time in the bathtub. "I don't know what's gotten into him."
"I do," Rachel said, her tone strained. "Don't you remember that party I threw back in high school?"
How could he forget? And then he winced, because apparently he had forgotten. "Oh, shit. I was so caught up in having such a perfect solution that I completely..." He trailed off, groaned. "God, Rachel, I'm so sorry. I feel like an idiot."
"I'm the one who needs to apologize," Rachel disagreed. "I jumped in and started taking over a situation that I had no right inserting myself into. This is between you and Kurt and I have no place in it."
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that I still think you'd be ideal?" Blaine asked her softly. He meant it, too. Now that she had planted the idea into his head, he couldn't imagine anyone else doing the job.
"I'm flattered, Blaine, but if Kurt doesn't want me being the mother, then all the perfection in the world won't matter in the long run."
"True," Blaine exhaled, thinking. "I think I'm going to talk to him about this. Just because we have past history doesn't mean that it has to influence the present. We're all adults now, we can talk this out."
"I agree," Rachel said strongly, and Blaine smiled to himself at the determination he heard in her voice. It was one thing he had always admired about her. "Let me know how it goes, okay?"
After saying their goodbyes, Rachel set her phone down slowly and let out a long sigh. Having Blaine back in her life was simultaneously wonderful and terrifying. She'd misread the signals between them back in high school and after the high of inspiration wore off, she'd been left with the heartbreak. Not that she had admitted it to anyone, of course. She'd picked up the pieces and carried on with her head held high, but there had always been a gaping hole inside her heart where his reciprocated feelings should have been.
Now he was back and wanting her to carry the child that he wanted to raise with Kurt. But unlike the situation with mother, she was getting the impression that Blaine wanted her involved in their lives even after the birth. Would Kurt, though? It seemed to her that he still had some unresolved issues concerning her.
Well, regardless of whether or not she ultimately gestated the future Anderson-Hummel progeny, she would still straighten things out with Kurt. She owed him that much.
***
"So who were you talking to?" Kurt asked, coming out of the bathroom and seeing the phone in Blaine's hand.
"Oh, just Rachel," Blaine said casually, watching Kurt's expression carefully as he pocketed his phone. "A post-lunch review, you could call it." When Kurt's face tightened with what looked like jealousy and a hint of rage, Blaine unconsciously took a step back. "Hey," he jumped in before Kurt could even open his mouth. "I may have had that past deal with her, but it's unfair to hold the past over both our heads. She's straight and I'm gay, haven't we established that?" Not that he was going to admit to Kurt that seeing Rachel was making him question his sexuality again. At least, not immediately.
"Have we?" Kurt shot back. "To me it looked like we were in high school all over again. The two of you were having a grand time of things and I'm stuck on the sidelines watching. Did either of you consider my feelings?"
"What the hell do you think we were discussing?" Blaine threw up his hands and went to go sit down. "She's the one who reminded me, not the other way around." He sighed roughly. "Listen, Kurt, we can't make things okay unless you're willing to give us the chance. Rachel apologized to me for butting in, and if I'm reading things right, I think she'd like the chance to apologize to you herself."
"Seemed like she was acting like classic Rachel Berry to me," Kurt scoffed. "Making plans and checking for permission from the affected parties later."
"Would you quit being an ass!" Blaine exploded, getting up to pace his frustration off. Kurt startled a little at the sudden yelling, but stubbornly held his ground. "Kurt, I love you, but damn. This isn't what I expected at all."
"What, were the two of you just expecting me to fall in line with your little plan?" Kurt hissed, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at his lover.
"No!" Blaine practically roared. "How can there be a plan when you and I haven't even talked this through yet?" He growled and pushed a hand through his curly hair, making it stand wildly on end. "I want a family with you and the perfect girl to make this wish come true came back into our lives at just the right time. I can understand your reservations but can you pull the stick out of your ass long enough to just give this a chance?"
"I don't know if I can, Blaine," Kurt said quietly, stiffly.
Blaine's face darkened, rage storming in his eyes. He clenched his fists at his sides, looking for a moment like he wanted to let the violence take over. Instead, he marched to the door and yanked it open, stalking through it and slamming it behind him.
Kurt watched him go, mouth open slightly in shock. He took a step forward as if he wanted to follow after him, then heaved a sigh and turned toward the bedroom.