The Case of the Kidnapped Kurt (part the fifth)
"Dude," Puck said. "You have a gun. *You* have a gun. That's kind of more interesting."
Kurt smiled tightly. "I have a gun," he agreed. "And we're not talking about it."
"But--"
"Not talking about it."
"Hummel--"
"Not talking about it."
"Do you at least have a concealed carry permit?"
Kurt sighed. "Rachel, my boyfriend's in the mob. What do you think? And we're not talking about it.
"Bro--"
"Seriously, Finn, NOT TALKING ABOUT IT."
The other members of New Directions exchanged glances. Clearly they weren't getting anything from Kurt about the gun thing tonight, except no comment and possibly bitchery. Mercedes wasn't even thinking about the gun anymore. She'd just replayed what Kurt had said in her head.
"What do you mean, you met your FUTURE MOTHER-IN-LAW?" She demanded.
Kurt froze for a moment. They were all staring at him.
"Did Blaine propose?" Rachel asked. "Was it romantic? Oh, are you going to try and get married here? You could be the trail-blazers of same-sex marriage in Ohio! My fathers have some very good contacts with the ACLU --"
"No," Kurt cut her off. "Blaine didn't propose."
"Good," Mercedes said, arms crossed. "Boy, the two of you are still in high school. You haven't even taken the SATs yet!"
"Blaine didn't propose," Kurt repeated. His gaze flicked sideways. "Not exactly, anyway," he said more quietly.
Finn was confused. "How could he not exactly propose? I mean, it's like proposing to a girl, right? So either he proposed or he didn't."
Kurt didn't look like he wanted to talk about it, but he bit his lip and started to explain. A little. Not the details, or anything, because those were just for Blaine and him, but -- "He said I'm the one," Kurt said quietly. "And he's mine. So, no, he didn't propose. But we both know he will." Kurt paused. "Someday. When we're both ready."
"Um," Tina said, breaking the slightly reverent hush that followed Kurt's admission. They'd never seen anyone their own age that *certain* about their future. Not even Rachel Berry when she talked about being a star. Kurt had just told them that he and Blaine were going to be together forever, like it was just something that was just going to happen. That couldn't not happen. "So what's your mother-in-law like?"
"Nice," Kurt said, automatically. "Scary," he added after a moment of thought, "but nice. She -- I don't know. She was nice." He frowned. "I would have liked a little forewarning, I mean, look at what I'm wearing, but all in all I think it went pretty well."
"So," Sam said slowly, "You didn't know you were going to meet her? So you *were* kidnapped. To start with, I mean."
Kurt waved a hand airily. "Yeah, the Andersons do that. You get used to it. At least this time the men told me what was going on once I was in the car. When Blaine's little sister wanted to meet me I really did think I was being kidnapped."
Kurt smiled tightly. "I have a gun," he agreed. "And we're not talking about it."
"But--"
"Not talking about it."
"Hummel--"
"Not talking about it."
"Do you at least have a concealed carry permit?"
Kurt sighed. "Rachel, my boyfriend's in the mob. What do you think? And we're not talking about it.
"Bro--"
"Seriously, Finn, NOT TALKING ABOUT IT."
The other members of New Directions exchanged glances. Clearly they weren't getting anything from Kurt about the gun thing tonight, except no comment and possibly bitchery. Mercedes wasn't even thinking about the gun anymore. She'd just replayed what Kurt had said in her head.
"What do you mean, you met your FUTURE MOTHER-IN-LAW?" She demanded.
Kurt froze for a moment. They were all staring at him.
"Did Blaine propose?" Rachel asked. "Was it romantic? Oh, are you going to try and get married here? You could be the trail-blazers of same-sex marriage in Ohio! My fathers have some very good contacts with the ACLU --"
"No," Kurt cut her off. "Blaine didn't propose."
"Good," Mercedes said, arms crossed. "Boy, the two of you are still in high school. You haven't even taken the SATs yet!"
"Blaine didn't propose," Kurt repeated. His gaze flicked sideways. "Not exactly, anyway," he said more quietly.
Finn was confused. "How could he not exactly propose? I mean, it's like proposing to a girl, right? So either he proposed or he didn't."
Kurt didn't look like he wanted to talk about it, but he bit his lip and started to explain. A little. Not the details, or anything, because those were just for Blaine and him, but -- "He said I'm the one," Kurt said quietly. "And he's mine. So, no, he didn't propose. But we both know he will." Kurt paused. "Someday. When we're both ready."
"Um," Tina said, breaking the slightly reverent hush that followed Kurt's admission. They'd never seen anyone their own age that *certain* about their future. Not even Rachel Berry when she talked about being a star. Kurt had just told them that he and Blaine were going to be together forever, like it was just something that was just going to happen. That couldn't not happen. "So what's your mother-in-law like?"
"Nice," Kurt said, automatically. "Scary," he added after a moment of thought, "but nice. She -- I don't know. She was nice." He frowned. "I would have liked a little forewarning, I mean, look at what I'm wearing, but all in all I think it went pretty well."
"So," Sam said slowly, "You didn't know you were going to meet her? So you *were* kidnapped. To start with, I mean."
Kurt waved a hand airily. "Yeah, the Andersons do that. You get used to it. At least this time the men told me what was going on once I was in the car. When Blaine's little sister wanted to meet me I really did think I was being kidnapped."