Our Dead Gay Love

1

Jesus.

Since when is it so fucking hot in October?

Kurt runs his suspiciously sticky fingers through his hair and circles them around a strange bump nestled at the crown of his head.

When the hell did that get there? What weird ass shit was I up to last night? I really should have settled down at Chandler's place after the tenth beer, but how else was I going to distract myself from that delicious, delicious piece of ass across the dance floor?

Hey, staring at Ram's ass isn't gay as long as you're smashed, OK?

He kicks away his tangled, sweaty blankets from his body and off the bed. Oh, he really needed a good prairie oyster...

As he sits up, he realizes his situation downstairs is a lot messier than originally planned. He really should have slept over at Chandler's... It's a real shame that she and that Veronica chick got into that fight, he was just about to make his move! He could have seduced the both of them and woke up to a chick on both sides. Man, just thinking about all the crazy stuff they would've been up for after all that booze...

Right. Time for some new underwear.

For the fifth time this week.

Eugh, Jesus, no wonder why it's so hot in here.

Hold on, better idea—Go for a jog, get in some exercise along with a hit of fresh air. Two birds with one stone, that's what I'm talking about.

Great idea, Kurt.

Thanks, Kurt!

Kurt threw his soiled underwear onto the floor and grabbed a new pair, along with some warm clothes to go running in. He briefly considered grabbing his raincoat on the way out, but decided that it would be too gross to wear it over his still-sweaty skin. With a stretch, he reached out for his house key, proceeding to lock the door behind him. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the chilly October night air. With a brisk pace, he headed down the street.