BAND ONESHOTS {haitus or something}

Kurt \\ take a seat

((NOTE: this is really fuckin long))

Trust public transport to be half an hour late. If you weren't already pissed off about having to get the bus from now on, you were from waiting alone at the freezing old bus stop. You take in the scenery, as your quite far away from home. You heave a sigh of relief seeing the cranky bus come around the corner and sling your bag around your back, and try to harness your inner 'not impressed, fuck right off' sort of pokerface. You lob a hand full of pennies at the bus driver, not caring about change, and see that it's absolutely packed. Probably because it's late, you assume, and begin frantically scanning too see any free seats because there's no way in hell your standing and waiting for the bus, just to stand and wait to get off the bus. You see a free isle seat next to a man with long, scruffy, blonde hair who seemed to be focused on scribbling in his note book.

"Hey, you mind if I sit here?"

You have to raise your voice slightly because your local busses were probably so old and loud that the chewing gum under your seats was put there by dinosaurs. He raised his eyebrows with a slightly blank expression

"Sure"

He quickly turned back to his note book. You take a seat and drop your bag, not caring that you took up half the isle with it. The bus set off and was a little quieter, luckily, You weren't sure how much fucking more you could take. You look around at all of the fucking weirdos sat on the bus, and take a glimpse at the man's notebook. He didn't notice, he just somehow managed to keep doodling while in a moving vehicle. On the page, you see lines, scratches and scribbles dotted around, the occasional tiny drawing, but more noticeably something in the centre of the page. Now, you were no musical genius but you knew enough about it to know those were tabs.

"You like music?"

You say, brightly, and turn your attention to him. He chuckled

"Heh, do I"

"What song's that?"

"I haven't thought of a name for it yet"

"Woah...you wrote a song?"

He looked up at you and nodded with a small smile. You didn't really have any friends, and the people you nearly considered friends absolutely hated your music. It was like you were the only person in the world with fucking taste, so when you see a wild living, breathing human who had at least half a brain, it was exciting.

"What sort of music do you like?"

He asked, turning back to his notebook

"Rock. But more specifically, punk. Anything loud really"

"Good. Any other answer and I'd have kicked you off the seat"

You giggle as a smile forms on your face. A person hadn't made you smile like that for a while, and you admitted you missed it.

"Where's your stop?"

You ask

"It's about 20 minutes away but I dunno the street name because some ass spray painted it... wait was that me?"

"Ah, so I'm sat next to a master criminal?"

He looked up again and pointed two fingers straight at you, like a gun

"Put your hands up"

You did so and faked a shocked expression

"I swear I have no money!"

"That's what the last one said..."

He pointed to a person behind you who was asleep. You giggle and he continues.

"Do ya feel lucky, punk?"

"Nope"

You say, and pull your bag off the floor and onto your knee and hide behind it. He laughs

"Hahah, just kidding its a fake man"

He separates the two fingers and you make an exaggerated gasp

"You rapscallion, I nearly died!"

You both laugh together, probably irritating half of the bus

"For the sake of everyone here this better be a one off bus ride"

"Well then I unlucky everyone"

"So your using this bus again?"

He said, interest evident

"Sure am"

"You wanna...Tell me your name?"

"I'm y/n. How bout you?"

"Kurt"

"Well then, Kurt, you might wanna press the button"

You say, gesturing to the window, where you notice an unreadable street name covered in paint

"Shit, yeah,"

He shoves his note pad and pen in his pocket and presses the button

"See you tomorrow then, y/n"

He stands up and walks past you, into the isle

"See you tomorrow"

You smile and look up at him as he waves goodbye

~

You couldn't lie, you at least didn't hate waiting for the bus the next day. As you walked on, you saw Kurt in near enough the same place, sitting back into the chair looking out of the window. You sat next to him and as he smiled while greeting you, silently wondered if he thought your smiles were just as adorable as his... as you two made conversation, you tried your best to clear away any... immature... thoughts you had.

Days went by, turning into weeks, into nearly a month, and unlike most people, getting the bus became the highlight of your day. You were both exited to tell the other about what happened to them that day, and talk about music, and what was going on in their lives, and each conversation they had, you found yourself loving him more. but one day was different.

"Want some candy?"

He said, and pulled a packet out of his pocket

"Sure"

He placed two in your hand and you questioned him

"Why'd you give me two?"

"Because I thought you could save one for your boyfriend when you get home"

Smooth fucker. You knew exactly what he was doing, but in quick thinking, you decided you were gonna say exactly what he wanted to hear

"What? I don't have a boyfriend"

"Oh really?"

C'mon man. That was a really poor attempt at sounding surprised

He played it off like he never said that for the rest of the journey, but he sounded a bit distracted the entire time.. when it got to his stop, he reached his hand out to the button, but you gently pulled it back

"Kurt,"

You say, bluntly. He turns to you so you are making eye contact

"I want you to come to my house"

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This got long, jeez this is over 1000 words

Was it boring because it's long?

Or should I make a part two? I have a few possible ideas on where this could be going.

Anyway, see you in the next chapter