"You don't really know why, but you want to justify rippin' someone's head off."
Who: justbeingaqueen, jewhawk, with a side order of justwants2dance
What: 'Cause right now I'm dangerous
Where: 555 East Restaurant, LA
When: Directly following THIS
Rating: It's going to be high, bitches
For the entire limo ride into town, Kurt sat deadly still in the back with his cell cupped in his hand. The only movement was his thumb to hit the replay button of the video over and over again to play it out on the screen, and every time it ended, it just made his blood boil even more. He had even snapped at his driver to turn the fucking radio down, because if the music distracted him from the video, he would have had to climb over the seats and tear the radio out and smash something with it. Yes, he was that pissed off.
The limo pulled up out the front of the restaurant as requested, and how convenient that Blaine generally knew all of Puck's moves, so of course Kurt was able to get his exact location out of his other half for tonight. That was when Kurt just sat and waited, and he would honestly wait as long as it took. Thankfully - for Puck - it was only about 15 minutes, because with every passing minute, Kurt's mood just got more and more primed.
When he saw Puck step out of the restaurant and make it out onto the sidewalk with Mike, Kurt got out of the car and stalked over to the, intercepting their path. Now, the thing about Kurt was that even though he was a celebrity, he was a couture model, so if he didn't get dressed up in flashy clothing to make a statement, he could fly under the fan radar just enough to get between places if he needed. This was one of those times. He was wearing a hat that concealed him enough and fashionable glasses, despite it being night. He pushed the glasses up onto his head and forced a smile, despite his eyes flashing, when he stepped in front of Puck and cut him off.
"Hello, darling," he greeted him, his tone sickeningly sweet all of a sudden. "Fancy seeing you here."
What: 'Cause right now I'm dangerous
Where: 555 East Restaurant, LA
When: Directly following THIS
Rating: It's going to be high, bitches
For the entire limo ride into town, Kurt sat deadly still in the back with his cell cupped in his hand. The only movement was his thumb to hit the replay button of the video over and over again to play it out on the screen, and every time it ended, it just made his blood boil even more. He had even snapped at his driver to turn the fucking radio down, because if the music distracted him from the video, he would have had to climb over the seats and tear the radio out and smash something with it. Yes, he was that pissed off.
The limo pulled up out the front of the restaurant as requested, and how convenient that Blaine generally knew all of Puck's moves, so of course Kurt was able to get his exact location out of his other half for tonight. That was when Kurt just sat and waited, and he would honestly wait as long as it took. Thankfully - for Puck - it was only about 15 minutes, because with every passing minute, Kurt's mood just got more and more primed.
When he saw Puck step out of the restaurant and make it out onto the sidewalk with Mike, Kurt got out of the car and stalked over to the, intercepting their path. Now, the thing about Kurt was that even though he was a celebrity, he was a couture model, so if he didn't get dressed up in flashy clothing to make a statement, he could fly under the fan radar just enough to get between places if he needed. This was one of those times. He was wearing a hat that concealed him enough and fashionable glasses, despite it being night. He pushed the glasses up onto his head and forced a smile, despite his eyes flashing, when he stepped in front of Puck and cut him off.
"Hello, darling," he greeted him, his tone sickeningly sweet all of a sudden. "Fancy seeing you here."