"You missed another day," she said snidely. "If you miss many more, you're going to be canned."
Quinn shrugged. "Who cares?"
Quinn shook his head. "I don't know if things will ever get back there."
"I forgave you! After all your affairs early on in our marriage! I forgave you!" she said heatedly.
Quinn gave her a sad smile. "Are you going to forgive me the ones I had today?" Shaking his head and with his shoulders slumping, Quinn walked out of the room as tears filled Jenny's eyes.
Crossing her arms & dreaming up all the ways he'd pay, she shot daggers at his back. "Two can play at this game!" she said softly.
"Owed it to him?" Quinn yelled. "Are you kidding?"
Kurt stared at a spot on his toe.
Sighing, Quinn rubbed his aching neck. Stupid couch had done him wrong, too. "I mean, if it's what you want..."
"Thanks Dad," Kurt mumbled as he scurried out the front door.
And it definitely wasn't he would call fun. He much preferred to jam out with Dad.
After a few hours, Curtis had declared he was starving & took Kurt over to the nearby diner.
"Not right now, kid. I'm reading the menu! Besides, who wants to spend their time yakking about it. I had my reasons."
It was a good thing Curtis wasn't paying attention, because Kurt's feelings were definitely hurt.
"Oh.. yeah.. sure.." Kurt replied, glancing at the total.
"Great. I'm gonna hit the head. Can you make it home? There's a big game of at the card shack & I don't want to miss it."
Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing! His lame excuse for a father was going to ditch him downtown! "Yeah, whatever. I'll make it home."
"Figured you could. Catch ya later, kid." Curtis said as he cuffed him on the head before walking off.
Kurt stewed all the way home. Curtis had said it'd be best for Kurt to get to know him since Mom & Dad were going to get a divorce because of him. He wished Quentin & Quincy were here to talk to...