Kurt and Tabitha - Monday 27 August

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Tabitha plots to get Kurt out for some relaxation. It... backfires. A little bit.



Tabs and Kurt Go Dancing

It was a carefully crafted plan, with elements of many different planners. She waited in the kitchen, projecting an illusion of nonchalance in her t-shirt and cut-offs. She propped her feet on the kitchen table while she read a book from her lap and licked a blow-pop.

Very calculated casual, waiting for the pounce.

Kurt was completely unsuspecting when he walked into the kitchen for supper, and smiled a greeting at her. "Good evening, Tabitha."

The pink hair gave her a moment of pause. The legs of her chair hit the tile with a thud. "Lovely locks, man. Frenchie get a hold of you?" She only then wondered if Kurt would get the Grease reference.

It went completely over his head, unfortunately - he'd had a childhood with little or no exposure to television or movies, growing up as he had. "No", he said with a wry smile. "Monet did."

Tabs snorted. "That figures." She grinned. "What are you up to tonight, my dear indigo friend?"

"Um... the same things as usual, I suppose." He was eyeing that grin with just a touch of wariness.

Tabitha closed the book and gently put it on the table. "I need to get out of the mansion, and you're the perfect person to come with me." She stood, bare feet absorbing the coolness of the tile. "And I know the perfect place."

"Oh?" He didn't move. "What is this perfect place, and why am I perfect to go there? You know I do not leave the mansion much."

She danced around him excitedly. "It's this cute new place in town called Connection. And you need to come with me in case I need to pepper spray somebody again."

He turned to watch her, bemused. "So I am going as... your bodyguard? Or your potential bail?"

Her grin turned wicked. "Now do I look like somebody who could land in jail?" She sidled up to him and laid her head on his shoulder. "Be honest now."

"You are the one talking about pepper spray", he pointed out, but he was smiling. "All right. Just this once, I will go as your minder."

Tabitha beamed and threw her arms around Kurt. "You're the best!" She hooked her arm through his and pulled. "Let's go." She stopped to look down. "But maybe, shoes first."

"I do not wear shoes", he protested. "...I do not own shoes." Nobody made them to fit his feet, after all.

Tabitha pulled again. "Yes, but I do. And I can't wear cutoffs to a club. I have to change!" She paused to study Kurt.

He eyed her back, thrown. "...what? Should I take an image inducer?"

Tabs stroked her chin thoughtfully. "I think not. We need you in all your sexy blueness. Shoes aren't necessary either. This club is rather lax on their shirt and shoes policy." She gestured to her own clothes. "I, on the other hand, am in completely acceptable attire."

He flushed slightly purple at the first comment, then shrugged. "All right. I will wait outside your room for you to change."

~*~

She insisted on driving. She wasn't sure who owned the convertible she drove at breakneck speed down the back roads, but she needed to remember to leave a thank-you note. She threw back her head to laugh. "Isn't this GREAT?"

Kurt was not a seasoned driver, at all, or even passenger being driven. His hands were clenched on the edges of the seat. "Um... if you enjoy it, yes."

Her eyes crinkled at the corners. Luckily for her passenger, they were almost there. She slowed down to the speed limit once they entered the city limits.

The club didn't look like much on the outside. It was just an old warehouse, really. The parking lot was hidden out back. Tabitha shoved the key into the pocket of her jeans. "Ready?"

He eyed the warehouse dubiously - he wasn't exactly a seasoned clubber, either. "As I will ever be."

Tabitha grinned as she took Kurt's arm. "It will be no worse than last time." They went through the doors to music just loud enough to make conversation difficult. She wondered if Kurt would notice the disproportionate number of men there...

Kurt was a perceptive man, so yes, he did. He just didn't know what to make of it, and the music was a distraction. He didn't have ears as sensitive as Kyle and Logan, but just that bit more so than Tabitha's, so the music seemed even louder to him.

Tabitha put a packet of foam ear-plugs into Kurt's hand. She leaned closer to ask. "Drink or dance first?"

He took them gratefully and put them into his ears - that way he could hear enough to catch what she was saying, but the background noise was dimmed out. "Drink, I think", he answered.

Tabitha grinned and made her way to the bar. The bartender glanced at her with raised eyebrows. She just winked. "Two Irish Car Bombs." Kurt and the drinks arrived at the same time. She handed one to her friend, clinked glasses. "Bottoms up. You better drink it before it curdles."

"...curdles?" He sounded mildly disturbed, but raised the drink obediently and downed it. He'd grown up among German gypsies - drinking was one thing he did know.

Tabitha fell woefully far behind. Half of her glass remained after Kurt was finished. She left a shameful amount of the drink in the bottom, but couldn't drink anymore. She grinned again. "Okay, drink done. Dance time."

He glanced warily at the dance floor - this music was far from his usual choice for dancing - but he nodded. "All right. Dance time it is."

They danced through several songs, only stopping for a quick shot between. Then the alcohol caught up with Tabitha. She leaned in to talk to Kurt. "I have to go to the little drag queen's room!"

She waved as she sashayed off.

Leaving Kurt all alone.

"Tabi - " he called in automatic protest, before giving it up as useless. A quick look around, and then he headed for the bar.

A rather tall redheaded woman sidled up next to him. Her patently false gold eyes perused him up and down. "Hello, handsome. Your gal leave you all alone?"

"For the time being", he said, offering her a polite smile. "And she is not... we are friends." Poor, innocent Kurt.

The redhead's grin nearly split her face. "Oh REALLY?" Her voice dropped into a disturbing octave. She held out her hand delicately in introduction. "Anita Mann, sweet thing."

"Kurt Sefton." He didn't seem to notice anything odd about the name. 'Her' height, on the other hand, and the voice, and the size of the hand he was shaking... "Pleased to meet you."

Anita picked up her cocktail glass and twirled the little umbrella. "So, you from around here, honey?"

An equally tall brunette bumped into Anita. "No fair hogging the freshies, Anita." She held out her own overly large hand in the same manner, limp wristed and feminine. "Agatha Anu."

He was starting to feel a little hunted, but didn't let it show as he shook the brunette's hand. "Kurt Sefton. I live upstate, though I am sure you can guess I was not born here."

Kurt glanced over his shoulder, wondering if he was going to attract the entire club in his direction, and offered the newcomer the same polite smile the others had got, waiting for an introduction.

"Jim Anderson. I work at the local Harley dealership, I'm a mechanic." The man was shorter than the women, bald with a thick handlebar mustache. He winked at Kurt.

...well, that was vaguely disturbing, but a wink was only a wink, after all. "Kurt Sefton", he said for the third time.

Tabitha left the restroom and immediately spotted the crowd around her favorite dance partner. She couldn't repress a large grin. "Aggie! 'Nita! Are you horning in my date?" She squeezed her way between her friends to stand next to Kurt.

The drag-queens looked crestfallen. "You mean he's-" Agatha started.

Tabitha nodded sadly. "I'm afraid so, ladies. Sorry to disappoint."

Kurt tried not to make his relief too obvious as he took a step closer to Tabitha. "If you will excuse us", he said politely but firmly, "I think Tabitha and I need to have a talk."

Uh-oh, this wasn't a terribly good sign. Tabs felt a blush creeping up her neck. She so deserved to be called on it, but it was still embarrassing. She obediently followed Kurt away from the group. "Yeeees?"

"Is there any reason you brought me here?" he asked, keeping his voice down and clearly not wanting to make a scene, but just as clearly unhappy. "Without at least warning me?"

Her blush deepened. "I thought we'd attract less attention here. Whenever I've gone to one of these before, we'd dance and goof around, but they usually pretty much ignore my date." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I guess I underestimated your charm. Or they came in after I went to the bathroom." She grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry, Kurt, I just wanted you to have fun without feeling pressured."

"It backfired a little", he answered, relenting slightly and not pulling his hand away. "But you are forgiven, provided we can go somewhere else now."

Her smile returned, though not as bright as before. "Waffle House?" she suggested.

"The Waffle House will be fine", he said with a crooked smile. "And next time, perhaps, I will take you to where I have been used to dance."