#f2f:kitty

LOCATION: Campus bar

OPEN TO: @wildehq

WARNINGS: none for now, will tag as it progresses if needed

The high Hunter had been riding for the last day and a half started ebbing away the closer it got to meeting up with Kitty.  This wasn’t a conversation he was keen on having but it was necessary.  To make matters worse, he’d never been one who could easily open up about his relationship with Jamison to begin with.  And there was a long complicated history there that not everyone needed to know.  Spotting Kitty already at a table, he made his way over to her.  “Hey, thanks for meeting me.  How’s your week been?”

TIMEFRAME: 07/15, evening.

LOCATION: Fancy hotel in LA

WARNINGS: none for now

“Well Ms.Wilde, will this do for your watching of the Bachelorette and live commentary?” Hunter asked with a grin, as he opened the door to a modest room.  “I’ve booked a massage for each of us, before the show starts.  And I thought if we ordered room service before the massage it should be here as the show is about to start.  How does that sound?” he inquired, bringing in his own small overnight bag.  In the corner on a small table, chilling already, was a bottle of champagne and a chilled cheese plate.  

It had been barely thirty minutes, if that, but to Dani it had felt like so much longer. It felt like hours of panic and fear, of worry for those she cared for most. She had a terrible habit of reacting in defense of her friends in ways that she shouldn’t without thinking. There was surely some psychology behind that, but nothing that Dani wanted to hear. Dani didn’t really have family and her friends were that. Sam, his brother and sister, Kurt and Finn...Santana. People that mattered more to her than her own life. People she saw as more worthy. And people who were out there somewhere -- terrified. Sure, she was getting texts of where they were and that they were okay, but for how long? How could she sit there and wait and not know? How could she let something happen to them? She couldn’t. It had been back and forth in her mind from the moment she realized what was happening, and she suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. She bolted to her feet and ran for the door, beginning to pull one of the big chairs away. She had to go to them.

"These kind of taste like puke.” She picked at the foil until it’d crinkled and peeled back, leaving the weird swirled chocolate in a sloppy heart-shape at the center of her palm. Regardless, she popped it in her mouth and let herself drop back against the mattress, leaving discarded wrappers and fallen petals to bounce and flutter to the floor.

She was silent for a while before finally letting her head loll to the side, dragging heavy eyes up the seam of Kitty’s sleeve until she settle on burning a hole through her temple. “You know that my dating record is actually a blank slate? You’re up there hosting the world’s loneliest tea party.” Shutting her eyes, Laurel pushed her fingers up through the front of her hair and brought each knee up one after the other, bent halfway up the bed with socks slipping clumsily along the sheets. “But I don’t know. I dabbled a lot, had a lot of crushes and never thought about what anything meant. Thought since it didn’t mean that much to me, it must be a vice versa thing. So... Maybe I left a whole minefield of unresolved shit? I don’t know. How does anyone know?”

Besides withering death eyes and every other piece of her life, most of everything had been a preconceived song and dance with a little spiel, quipping on with opened palms about standing out in the open and about coming out of the shadows. About having the guts to. Her throat still felt on fire even afterwards while they sat in silence at the very back of the coffeehouse, and she gave a few lazy claps for whichever hoity toity song was starting up next before closing her hand around Kitty's from over the frothy heart fading into her cold cappuccino.

She pulled her away without a word or a second glance, leading them through to the ladies room and shooing out whomever had been stuck at the mirror admiring their own reflection. "You're so bomb," Laurel mumbled, and threw her arms around Kitty's waist to pull her into a hug. "Did you know that? The bomb-est."

With a small - almost forlorn - sigh, Kitty looked Kebira directly in the eyes because nothing confirmed how strongly you meant something than eye contact. “That may be so but I meant it when I called you a friend. I’m asking because I care and worry about you and…”

If there was one thing she hated, it was eye contact. There was a level of intimacy that Kebira couldn't stand that came with locking eyes so she typically avoided it. Once it was initiated, she was always the first to break and this was especially true now.

As quickly as Kitty's hazel eyes met her blue, they shifted and settled in the corners, not focused on anything in particular. She didn't need to set focus on anything, as long as she just wasn't locking eyes with Kitty, that's all that matter. "I don't know what you want me to say," She began after a moments hesitation. "I say I'm fine but nobody believes me. I keep to myself and stop acting like a cunt to people and everyone chases after me like they want me to be a bitch. So what is it? Do you want me to cry? Be upset? Do you want me to slit my fuckin' wrists?" Her words were harsh and defensive but her tone didn't match, instead it was hallow, as it had been for over a month now. Hell... it'd been more than a month since that "party". Nobody seemed to expect her to be fine but Kebira continued to insist she was. She didn't need their pity.

God she hated pity.

"I'm fine and I'm behaving. I thought people would be fuckin' grateful for that."

"Guys that's it but remember your assignment." Finn said as he dismissed the Glee Club. Finn watched as everyone stood up and started to leave. Finn talked to Blaine for a minute who was the last one out. When Blaine walked out Finn looked at Kitty and grabbed a chair and sat down in front of her. "So. Have you thought about a song you want to perform? Either alone or with Artie or Jake,Blaine." Finn threw out.