Kurt took a deep breath before opening the truck door, then slowly pulled himself outside. Rounding the front of the car, he pulled Beth into his chest as they walked, the look on his face appearing to be more appropriate for that of a funeral than an Independence Day celebration. They soon reached the park, heading for the main stage where they were already late to meet his parents. Maneuvering the crowd wasn’t proving to be easy. Kurt being nearly 6'6" and nearly 290 pounds made him stick out like a sore thumb, a sore thumb that had publicly said he would never refuse an autograph request. Crowds surrounded them as poor Beth stood by as teenage girls and 40-something housewives gave her the evil eye while Kurt signed notebooks, tickets and foreheads. Autograph after autograph was signed, the crowd relentless in their love and appreciation for their hometown star. By the time Kurt was able to make a gracious enough get-away, they were already 50 minutes late. He felt the phone in his back pocket buzzing in a near constant rhythm since they had arrived, unable and un-wanting to answer it, Kurt surely had left his mother irritated. “Sorry about that, baby,” Kurt whispered in Beth’s ear, squeezing her hand as they walked away. “Do you want something to eat before we head over? I’m starving and those bratwursts over there look pretty tasty,” he grinned, giving her a nudge. Kurt guided Beth to a stand serving hot dogs, bratwurst, hamburgers and French fries and ordered himself three bratwursts with ketchup, mustard, onions and relish. “Mmmm…” he smiled at Beth, mouth full of food. “These are really good,” he added, words obsecured by the meat in his mouth. Finally, after an hour, they had reached the stage, Kurt still with a bratwurst in hand, breath smelling of onions and pickles. After a moment, he spotted his mother, father and sister, visibly upset, standing behind the stage. Not missing a beat, they spotted him, eating a bratwurst with one hand and holding his girlfriend’s hand with the other. In that moment, the look on his mother’s face implied she was angry enough that her head might spin around. “KURT ANDREW SINCLAIR, WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!” she whisper-screamed.
It was nice to held close to Kurt as they walked towards the park. His strength helped to calm her nerves but that only lasted so long. Kurt and his pride and his need to keep every promise pulled him away from her as he signed every autograph that was requested of him. Standing to the side she watched him interact with each person as if they had been friends for years. The only she didn't care for was the way some women were looking at her. Their jealousy showed right there. Beth did her best to ignore them. She just kept telling herself that no matter how much they thought they were better for Kurt they didn't know him the way she did. All they saw was his fame. She saw the real Kurt. The one who made her mac and cheese. Tricked her into going along with his crazy ideas. That was the Kurt not one of these women and in some cases teenage girls would ever get to know. At last they came to the end of the crowd and Beth was ready to get the show on the road with meeting Kurt's parents; however, Kurt wasn't. "It's all right, babe," she mumbled back, glad to be close to him again even if it was just his hand that held hers. It was at the moment Beth heard Kurt's phone ring for the first time. She thought he would answer it but instead he let it ring. If it was who she thought it was Beth knew meeting his parents wasn't going to end so well. "No, I'm good. Ate a big breakfast. Well big for me," she joked. Watching Kurt eat wasn't a high light for Beth right now. While he seemed to be enjoying taking his time in meeting with his parents Beth found herself growing more nervous. It didn't help matters when Kurt started talking with his mouth full. All Beth could smell was the onions. "I'm sure they are but you'll be enjoying some mints before you even think of kissing me again," she said, shaking her head at his behavior. "By the way close your mouth. I don't want to see your food, Sinclair." The way Kurt was behaving it took all Beth had not to turn around and head the other way. The thought that everything he was stuck doing today played a big part in how he was acting. At the sight of his mother, Beth knew what was up. Her long day was just beginning and it looked as if Kurt wasn't going to be the help she thought he would be. "Honey, Your mother is not happy. It might be best if swallow your food and chewing on these," she instructed him as she headed him two mints.
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