I'd Do Anything To Proctect You Chpt. 5
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A couple days had passed, most much like the first, though Kurt was able to keep his emotions more in check, though it was still a struggle. One morning at breakfast, Kurt had been working on something and was finally able to tell Adlington about it.
"Next Monday, you start school." Kurt says offhandedly.
"Really?" Adlington asks, excited.
Kurt smiles. "Yeah, you'll be going to the school just outside of downtown. I think this will be good for you."
"I'm so excited! I'll be able to make friends and learn a whole bunch!"
Kurt's smile grew. "Lets hope so." He chuckled. "By the way, I might be late tonight, might have to stay late at work. There's some left overs in the fridge."
At one point, Kurt could never have imagined being able to say there were leftovers, or any food at all for that matter, in the fridge. He felt so accomplished, knowing that Adlington was having three proper meals a day. He felt like he finally wasn't failing his son, or MK.
"Alright."
"Well I gotta head out, have a good day Ads."
"You too Papa."
Kurt made his way to the little shop, finding Zisteau there, as always.
"Morning Kurt."
"Morning Zisteau."
"You feeling okay today?"
"As good as I can be." Kurt answers awkwardly.
"I was thinkin, today we should close up shop early and go get some drinks." Zisteau suggested. "My treat."
"I'd be up for that." Kurt answered, liking the sound of a drink or two.
"Cool. Till then, I guess you could stock up the books again, we sold quite a few yesterday."
Kurt just nodded and did as he was instructed, which didn't take long, but he took his time anyway.
~
After Zisteau had locked up, the two walked side by side to a bar not far away, though not much was far away in the small town they called home. They found a secluded table towards the back.
"What do you want to drink?" Zisteau questioned.
"Scotch, any type is fine."
"You're a scotch drinker too, eh?" Zisteau questioned with a light chuckle.
"Yeah, one of the only drinks I like."
"Cool." Zisteau says as he walks towards the counter.
Kurt leaned back in his chair, trying to relax and clear his head, which wasn't easy, as it was constantly filled with memories of MK. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. She would be forever on his mind, a constant presence that only brought sadness. Kurt's eyes shot open when a glass clanked against the table. Kurt took a long drink immediately, feeling like he needed the calmness the amber liquid brought him. The two didn't talk much for a while, not till they were both a few glasses in and still drinking.
"What are you upset about Kurt?" Zisteau questioned, giving Kurt a look.
"MK...." Was Kurt's answer, his hazy blue eyes finding the table.
"MK?"
"My wife..."
"What happened to her?"
"She-she died during the birth of Ads."
"Oh.... I'm so sorry."
Kurt shrugs. "It's not like it matters now, its been eight years, I just need to move on already."
"You two were really close, I take it?"
"There wasn't a second that I wasn't either with her or thinking about her. I loved her."
Zisteau looked sympathetic, but honestly wasn't sure how to respond. He had wanted to find out what had been wrong, but he hadn't meant to upset him further, which was the only thing he seemed to be accomplishing, so he gave up and sat there quietly, downing another drink.
"Tell me about yourself." Kurt said offhandedly, his hazy blue eyes finding Zisteau.
"Huh?"
"I've told you about myself, shouldn't you tell me about you?"
"I grew up in Mezzan...." He had never told anybody this, and he didn't want to, but the words just seemed to flow out of his mouth. "A war had broken out and my parents stowed my brother and I onto a boat that was bound for the Casenas. My parents didn't make it... A bomb was dropped after the boat left....." He sighed, taking a long drink of the amber liquid. "My brother died of disease on the long boat trip. I was one of the sole survivors of the trip. I was only eighteen when I started traveling the world by myself. I wanted to get away from the place that had brought me so much pain, so I hitched rides, got a horse, and rode all the way here and set up a shop and decided to stay." He didn't know why he was telling Kurt all of this, he didn't like telling people about his past, he usually liked to just forget about it, but something about Kurt, something about this man made him feel okay, in a way.
Kurt stared incredulously at the other. He thought he had it bad. "I-I'm sorry."
"It's fine Kurt, it's all in the past. There isn't anything that can change it now."
An awkward silence settled between the two. Kurt drew circles on tables, his gaze glued to his hands. He was really questioning why he'd accepted the offer, it hadn't helped him at all, it only made him feel more awkward and maybe even more self conscious then usual. He finished his scotch in one long drink and headed over to the counter.
"Another scotch?"
"Yeah, whatever is the strongest."
He went back to the table and took a long drink of the amber liquid. He found this scotch very enjoyable, almost instantly feeling its affects, which were quite favorable, as it let him relax and let more serious matters slip away from the constant grasp of his thoughts. It was still quiet between them, and it stayed that way for a long while, but after many more drinks were consumed, Kurt felt a lot more comfortable with talking, and that was purely because of the alcohol.
"So, Z-Zisteau." Kurt slurred out, his hazy blue eyes finding the other. "Have anyone special in your life?" He doesn't know why he asked that, it just kinda happened.
Zisteau, who had just as much to drink as the other, answered quickly. "No, never really been interested in being in a relationship." His answer was the truth, he'd never really wanted to be committed to a relationship, the thought scared him slightly, if he were to be honest.
"That's odd."
Zisteau shrugs. "I guess the thought scares me."
Kurt giggles. "It scared me at first too, but MK made any of those fears go away."
Zisteau's heart fluttered at that giggle, something about it got to him, in a weird way he'd never felt before. "How long were you and MK together?" He questioned, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling.
"Ten years."
"Wow, when did you meet?"
"We met when we were both sixteen."
Something about this whole conversation bugged Zisteau, in an odd way. "That's really young... How did you know she was the one?"
"It's just something you know."
Kurt squinted down at his wrist, catching the time. It was getting really late, and Adlington was probably getting worried. "Zisteau, I better be getting home."
"Me too. I'll walk with you."
The two made their way out of the bar, both not quite stable on their feet, but enough so that they could actually walk. It was quiet between them as they walked, both lost in thought, and just trying to walk straight. They reached Kurt's small rundown house, and stopped. They just stared at each other for a few moments, before Zisteau took a step backwards.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Zisteau spoke, his blue-green eyes catching Kurt's gaze.
"Yeah... Tomorrow." Kurt replies nervously, his gaze not leaving Zisteau's.
Something, what that something was, neither of them knew, brought them closer, their lips pressing against each others. The kiss ended almost as quickly as it had started.
"I... Uh...." Was all Kurt could say, as his cheeks quickly turned red.
"Yeah.... I..." Zisteau's says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I-I thought you didn't.... You know... Like the idea of a relationship...." Kurt says, managing to somehow peice together a coherent sentence.
"Doesn't mean I can't like people."
That caused Kurt to blush even harder, which didn't seem possible. "Right...."
"I'll uh... I'll see you tomorrow." Zisteau says, taking a step back from Kurt, suddenly realizing how close they were standing.
"Yeah..."
Kurt watched Zisteau walk away, before heading inside. He kicked off his shoes and walked towards his bedroom. He laid down and closed his eyes, a small, satisfied smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling. All the sad thoughts of MK from earlier vanished as Zisteau filled his thoughts. He had never imagined himself kissing someone else, or liking someone else. Wait, did he even like Zisteau? Now that was something he couldn't answer. He didn't even notice himself falling asleep, his eyes drooping closed.
A couple days had passed, most much like the first, though Kurt was able to keep his emotions more in check, though it was still a struggle. One morning at breakfast, Kurt had been working on something and was finally able to tell Adlington about it.
"Next Monday, you start school." Kurt says offhandedly.
"Really?" Adlington asks, excited.
Kurt smiles. "Yeah, you'll be going to the school just outside of downtown. I think this will be good for you."
"I'm so excited! I'll be able to make friends and learn a whole bunch!"
Kurt's smile grew. "Lets hope so." He chuckled. "By the way, I might be late tonight, might have to stay late at work. There's some left overs in the fridge."
At one point, Kurt could never have imagined being able to say there were leftovers, or any food at all for that matter, in the fridge. He felt so accomplished, knowing that Adlington was having three proper meals a day. He felt like he finally wasn't failing his son, or MK.
"Alright."
"Well I gotta head out, have a good day Ads."
"You too Papa."
Kurt made his way to the little shop, finding Zisteau there, as always.
"Morning Kurt."
"Morning Zisteau."
"You feeling okay today?"
"As good as I can be." Kurt answers awkwardly.
"I was thinkin, today we should close up shop early and go get some drinks." Zisteau suggested. "My treat."
"I'd be up for that." Kurt answered, liking the sound of a drink or two.
"Cool. Till then, I guess you could stock up the books again, we sold quite a few yesterday."
Kurt just nodded and did as he was instructed, which didn't take long, but he took his time anyway.
~
After Zisteau had locked up, the two walked side by side to a bar not far away, though not much was far away in the small town they called home. They found a secluded table towards the back.
"What do you want to drink?" Zisteau questioned.
"Scotch, any type is fine."
"You're a scotch drinker too, eh?" Zisteau questioned with a light chuckle.
"Yeah, one of the only drinks I like."
"Cool." Zisteau says as he walks towards the counter.
Kurt leaned back in his chair, trying to relax and clear his head, which wasn't easy, as it was constantly filled with memories of MK. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. She would be forever on his mind, a constant presence that only brought sadness. Kurt's eyes shot open when a glass clanked against the table. Kurt took a long drink immediately, feeling like he needed the calmness the amber liquid brought him. The two didn't talk much for a while, not till they were both a few glasses in and still drinking.
"What are you upset about Kurt?" Zisteau questioned, giving Kurt a look.
"MK...." Was Kurt's answer, his hazy blue eyes finding the table.
"MK?"
"My wife..."
"What happened to her?"
"She-she died during the birth of Ads."
"Oh.... I'm so sorry."
Kurt shrugs. "It's not like it matters now, its been eight years, I just need to move on already."
"You two were really close, I take it?"
"There wasn't a second that I wasn't either with her or thinking about her. I loved her."
Zisteau looked sympathetic, but honestly wasn't sure how to respond. He had wanted to find out what had been wrong, but he hadn't meant to upset him further, which was the only thing he seemed to be accomplishing, so he gave up and sat there quietly, downing another drink.
"Tell me about yourself." Kurt said offhandedly, his hazy blue eyes finding Zisteau.
"Huh?"
"I've told you about myself, shouldn't you tell me about you?"
"I grew up in Mezzan...." He had never told anybody this, and he didn't want to, but the words just seemed to flow out of his mouth. "A war had broken out and my parents stowed my brother and I onto a boat that was bound for the Casenas. My parents didn't make it... A bomb was dropped after the boat left....." He sighed, taking a long drink of the amber liquid. "My brother died of disease on the long boat trip. I was one of the sole survivors of the trip. I was only eighteen when I started traveling the world by myself. I wanted to get away from the place that had brought me so much pain, so I hitched rides, got a horse, and rode all the way here and set up a shop and decided to stay." He didn't know why he was telling Kurt all of this, he didn't like telling people about his past, he usually liked to just forget about it, but something about Kurt, something about this man made him feel okay, in a way.
Kurt stared incredulously at the other. He thought he had it bad. "I-I'm sorry."
"It's fine Kurt, it's all in the past. There isn't anything that can change it now."
An awkward silence settled between the two. Kurt drew circles on tables, his gaze glued to his hands. He was really questioning why he'd accepted the offer, it hadn't helped him at all, it only made him feel more awkward and maybe even more self conscious then usual. He finished his scotch in one long drink and headed over to the counter.
"Another scotch?"
"Yeah, whatever is the strongest."
He went back to the table and took a long drink of the amber liquid. He found this scotch very enjoyable, almost instantly feeling its affects, which were quite favorable, as it let him relax and let more serious matters slip away from the constant grasp of his thoughts. It was still quiet between them, and it stayed that way for a long while, but after many more drinks were consumed, Kurt felt a lot more comfortable with talking, and that was purely because of the alcohol.
"So, Z-Zisteau." Kurt slurred out, his hazy blue eyes finding the other. "Have anyone special in your life?" He doesn't know why he asked that, it just kinda happened.
Zisteau, who had just as much to drink as the other, answered quickly. "No, never really been interested in being in a relationship." His answer was the truth, he'd never really wanted to be committed to a relationship, the thought scared him slightly, if he were to be honest.
"That's odd."
Zisteau shrugs. "I guess the thought scares me."
Kurt giggles. "It scared me at first too, but MK made any of those fears go away."
Zisteau's heart fluttered at that giggle, something about it got to him, in a weird way he'd never felt before. "How long were you and MK together?" He questioned, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling.
"Ten years."
"Wow, when did you meet?"
"We met when we were both sixteen."
Something about this whole conversation bugged Zisteau, in an odd way. "That's really young... How did you know she was the one?"
"It's just something you know."
Kurt squinted down at his wrist, catching the time. It was getting really late, and Adlington was probably getting worried. "Zisteau, I better be getting home."
"Me too. I'll walk with you."
The two made their way out of the bar, both not quite stable on their feet, but enough so that they could actually walk. It was quiet between them as they walked, both lost in thought, and just trying to walk straight. They reached Kurt's small rundown house, and stopped. They just stared at each other for a few moments, before Zisteau took a step backwards.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Zisteau spoke, his blue-green eyes catching Kurt's gaze.
"Yeah... Tomorrow." Kurt replies nervously, his gaze not leaving Zisteau's.
Something, what that something was, neither of them knew, brought them closer, their lips pressing against each others. The kiss ended almost as quickly as it had started.
"I... Uh...." Was all Kurt could say, as his cheeks quickly turned red.
"Yeah.... I..." Zisteau's says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I-I thought you didn't.... You know... Like the idea of a relationship...." Kurt says, managing to somehow peice together a coherent sentence.
"Doesn't mean I can't like people."
That caused Kurt to blush even harder, which didn't seem possible. "Right...."
"I'll uh... I'll see you tomorrow." Zisteau says, taking a step back from Kurt, suddenly realizing how close they were standing.
"Yeah..."
Kurt watched Zisteau walk away, before heading inside. He kicked off his shoes and walked towards his bedroom. He laid down and closed his eyes, a small, satisfied smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling. All the sad thoughts of MK from earlier vanished as Zisteau filled his thoughts. He had never imagined himself kissing someone else, or liking someone else. Wait, did he even like Zisteau? Now that was something he couldn't answer. He didn't even notice himself falling asleep, his eyes drooping closed.
