Independence Klaine fanfiction

Slushy Stain

DISCLAIMER: I do not own glee, the characters of glee, the song Time is Running out, nor the lyrics, which were from www.lyrics007.com

Kurt hurriedly packed up his homework, neatly piling them before stuffing it in his Marc Jacobs bag. He pushed his in chair before grabbing everything and rushing down the stairs to leave for Dalton.

"Kurt?" Burt said, frowning. "I thought you left already." He said. 

He was wearing an apron holding a lemon, no doubt making dinner for him and Carole. Just as Kurt thought, Carole appeared beside Burt, adorned with another apron.

"Sweetie, isn't it a bit late?" Carole said, concerned. 

"Oh, it's fine. I have to get back to Dalton anyways. School, remember that?" Kurt said, pulling on a pair of shoes. 

"Alright. Be careful, kiddo." Burt said. 

Kurt stuck his head back into the room. 

"Sure. Have a good dinner." He said before ducking back to the door and leaving towards his navigator.

The stars in the sky were beautiful, starry as ever. Crickets sounded in the night. In addition to the noise of the navigator door opening and shutting.

The drive to Westerville was quite serene. Muse was playing Time is Running Out in the car. Kurt liked the album, and it seemed to fit the dark yet beautiful atmosphere so Kurt didn't bother to changed the music.

Though Kurt wouldn't admit it, he bought the CD because he liked the songs. He never played it with Blaine or anyone else in the car. Now that he thought about it, he didn't understand why.

Not that he's the kind of guy that would wear Black eyeliner for the rock affect. Kurt cringed at the thought.

I think I'm drowning
asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted

now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation
you'd never dream of
breaking this fixation

you will squeeze the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this?
ooooohh

you will suck the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
ooooohh

Needless to say, Kurt didn't really consider the lyrics.

After another hour or so, Kurt arrived at the Dalton parking lot. He drove into the student parking lot and into his designated parking spot. He got ouut of the car and towards the building it self. It took another fifteen minutes in itself for Kurt to reach the dorms. He was still singing the tune without realising it when he moved passed the dorms.