A/N: I know nothing about cars, so apologies for possible vagueness into auto repair as a result. Very late (or early, I guess), will continue tomorrow. Pretty much mapped out in my head
( ... )
From his peripheral view, the countertenor could see another man exploring the auto shop.
“What kind of ridiculous music is this,” the second man said loudly, pointing his pistol at Kurt’s iPod. He bent down and read the name of the song. “Al-e-jan-dro?”
“Al-e-han-dro,” Kurt bit out before he realized what he was doing
( ... )
Burt had lifted up the hood of the GM and his head disappeared under it. Kurt tried to control the trembling of his body as he watched his father.
He still had not seen what his immediate captor looked like but he knew that he was large and was not going to be easily overpowered by his small form.
He could feel the vast chest and muscles against his back and the large arm wrapped around him, gripping his arm. Obviously, Bret was the brawn and Jim was the brain.
“I like the feel of his fear too damn much. Reminds me of prison.” The words echoed in Kurt’s ears. The fact that Bret was apparently top dog in prison did not bode well for them
( ... )
Kurt stood up haughtily, snatched the alternator out of Bret’s hand and stormed over to the car.
He brushed away the tears angrily as he worked on the car, Jim hovering just behind him, wielding his gun.
He could hear his father breathing heavily.
Please, please, let us get out of this alive. He closed his eyes momentarily, pleading with any higher power. PleaseHe had just got the alternator in place when his phone started ringing
( ... )
“Well, do they want me to order them Chinese?” Finn’s mom asked.
Finn stared at his phone.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Oh Finn…”
“Kurt said he’s staying with his girlfriend, Rachael.”
“What?” Carole said, wrinkling her eyebrows. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Kurt is going to spend time with his girlfriend, Burt is playing poker with Puck. Kurt will see mom tomorrow and Kurt and me are playing football tomorrow,” he repeated, looking at his mom, utterly confused
( ... )
Re: Filled. 8/? -- above is 7/?
anonymous
July 18 2010, 01:13:16 UTC
Okay, it's gone 2:00am but I think sitting here and constantly pressing refresh is definitely the right thing to do. Refresh, twitch, and wait for the next part of the fabulous story. Maybe I'll think up a "more fic, save Kurt" chant of some sort. I can chant while still pressing refresh.
Enter: Criminal with a gun.
Oh...the angsty possibilities...
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“What kind of ridiculous music is this,” the second man said loudly, pointing his pistol at Kurt’s iPod. He bent down and read the name of the song. “Al-e-jan-dro?”
“Al-e-han-dro,” Kurt bit out before he realized what he was doing ( ... )
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OM NOM NOM NOM NOM
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He still had not seen what his immediate captor looked like but he knew that he was large and was not going to be easily overpowered by his small form.
He could feel the vast chest and muscles against his back and the large arm wrapped around him, gripping his arm. Obviously, Bret was the brawn and Jim was the brain.
“I like the feel of his fear too damn much. Reminds me of prison.” The words echoed in Kurt’s ears. The fact that Bret was apparently top dog in prison did not bode well for them ( ... )
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He brushed away the tears angrily as he worked on the car, Jim hovering just behind him, wielding his gun.
He could hear his father breathing heavily.
Please, please, let us get out of this alive. He closed his eyes momentarily, pleading with any higher power. PleaseHe had just got the alternator in place when his phone started ringing ( ... )
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My NEXT button appears broken. Are you trying to kill me?
Love love love,
Angst- whore me
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“Well, do they want me to order them Chinese?” Finn’s mom asked.
Finn stared at his phone.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Oh Finn…”
“Kurt said he’s staying with his girlfriend, Rachael.”
“What?” Carole said, wrinkling her eyebrows. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Kurt is going to spend time with his girlfriend, Burt is playing poker with Puck. Kurt will see mom tomorrow and Kurt and me are playing football tomorrow,” he repeated, looking at his mom, utterly confused ( ... )
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