Friday Night, Monet and Kurt

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Monet and Kurt's evening in... doesn't go so well. At all.



"Jesus, Kurt, do you always have to be considerate and leave the last of the milk? It's never enough milk for a cup of tea!" Monet said, putting her cup with its sad dribble of milk back down on the bench.

Kurt, who had been sitting quietly on the couch, turned and stared incredulously at his girlfriend for a long silent moment before standing and very calmly walking towards the door. Before he left, he threw over his shoulder, "You could stand to be more considerate sometimes, you know."

"No, Kurt, I was talking to you. Look at me. You're being a dick," Monet snarled, following him out into the hallway.

Things had moved to being more public now, out in the residential corridor, but neither of them particularly cared any more. "I am being a dick?!"

"Yes you are!"

"Perhaps you should think about your behaviour before throwing stones."

"No, you think about your behaviour. I don't know why I'm even dating you! I can't stand you anymore."

"Trust me, Monet, the feeling is entirely mutual. To be honest, I am not sure why we ever were." He turned again and started to walk quickly away, tail lashing in unconscious warning.

"You were good in bed, once you got over being shy but since I've just been using you for sex lately? Fuck it. I'm sick of hacking up hairballs. Maybe if you were less bland the rest of the time?"

He snapped back towards her at that, not even caring as his voice rose close to shouting. "Then go and find some male model with no fur who is as arrogant and uncaring as you. I thought I saw good qualities in you, but now... you are the most selfish person I have ever met, including several infants. Selfish, thoughtless and I do not often use this word but really, Monet, you are a queen bitch."

"Fine! I'll do that. Have fun being sad and lonely," Monet said and turned to leave.

"One of us will be sad and lonely, I think, but not me", he called loudly after her. "Just remember, perfect never lasts."

"You wouldn't know. You've never been anywhere near as good as me."

He actually laughed at her at that. "Then I, my dear, will have nowhere near as far to fall, and a loving family to catch me if I do. What will you have?"

Monet stared incredulously. "Buckets of money, a damn awesome job in TV and any number of pretty people falling at my feet?"

"As long as you are beautiful, yes", he said with a shrug. "Best just hope you keep your looks, and your luck."

"Oh, fuck you."

She got a bright smile and a cheerful "Not if you paid me. Goodbye, Monet." before he turned to walk back towards his own room.