Live Through This [Kurtney fan-fic]

Romantic Reunion [PT. 3]

Within minutes of arriving at the hotel Frances Bean and I are standing out in front of our room’s door. I take a deep breath in hopes to calm the butterflies that have suddenly started fluttering around in my stomach. This is Kurt for god sake, MY husband, why am I so nervous? Before I get a chance to answer myself I let out a huge yawn. Well, that might be it. Better make a mental note: no more self-medicating, Courtney. After a 5 minute delusional pep talk I swing open the door and rush inside.

“Kurt?”

I don’t even make it three steps into the suite before I see his familiar face. He’s all curled up in the oversized hotel bed. The thick, white blankets seem to devour his frail frame but he quickly manages to sit up and flash us his gorgeous smile.

“My girls!” he exclaims, and his voice is badly cracked. Still though, there’s a certain familiarity in it that both Frances and I have been longing to hear in person for the past month. I make my way over and toss his daughter into his lap. He playfully groans and asks her what she’s been eating, in return she laughs and starts pulling his hair. He cuddles her, taking her in a massive hug and showering her with kisses. As ridiculous as it sounds, in those few moments I’m jealous of my own daughter. I crawl into the bed and plop myself on top of him. Without hesitation he leans forward and gives me a soft, passionate kiss. Shivers run down my back as I pull away to look into the eyes of my long lost best friend.

“I missed you,” He sighs.

“I missed you more,” I tell him and Frances lets out a grunt, “Aha, correction, WE missed you.”

Since Kurt’s not feeling well we spend the next few hours huddled in bed instead of roaming the city. He tells Frances and me a few pleasant tour stories from the past month, but he makes it painfully obvious that he hasn’t been enjoying himself.  I try and sympathize with him but, ultimately, his attitude about the whole thing irritates me. We both knew that when we purchased our home is Seattle we’d have to bust our asses to afford it so why is acting like he doesn’t want to work? He must be able to sense the sudden tension because he veers off into a totally unrelated matter. I glance at him and it hits me: nothing’s changed. How could I forget all the fighting we’ve been having the past few months? Our time apart has only blinded me; it hasn’t solved any of the problems our marriage has recently presented. In my mind this trip has morphed itself into a romantic reunion when really it’s Kurt’s way of saying he’s done with the tour.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d gotten sick on purpose as an excuse to come home! I look over at the wall clock. The roman numerals indicate its 7:57 pm, the perfect time for me to take Frances over to the nanny so Kurt and I can settle this once and for all.

Kurt, who has a not so innocent twinkle in his eye, puts up no protest in sending Frances to bed. He kisses her and wishes her sweet dreams but doesn’t so much as lift a corner of the blanket in an effort to help take her over. I don’t mind, though, if he’s as sick as he claims than he needs his rest. I walk down the hall alone.

“What’s wrong?” Cali asks as she answers the door, “You look troubled.”

The last thing I need is a nanny in my face trying to play 20 questions. I push past her and carry my daughter inside. “Nothings the matter,” I coolly reply, “It’s just time for you to take the baby, that’s all. I want to make sure you’ve got everything you need.”

I spend 10 or so minutes milking my visit before I start the short walk back to Kurt and I’s room. When I open the door he’s nowhere in sight but a beautiful bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne have magically appeared on the small glass table. I feel all of the the anger and rage from moments ago melt away as if it were never there to begin with. Maybe this trip can be romantic after all…