The Shadowy Violinist || Garret & Kurt
Kurt made his way slowly across the campus towards Garret's dorm room. It was no secret the pair never really met eye to eye. Their words were often hostile, and as of late, so were their actions. They'd both been at fault when it came to that fight - and they were foolish to think otherwise. Kurt shouldn't have pushed, Garret shouldn't have punched; at the end of the day, they both shared the blame. Kurt wanted to salvage their tattered relationship, or whatever was left of it. He hoped this meeting would do that, but with both of their stand-offish attitudes and stubborn heads... the outcome was unclear of what would happen.
Being lost in his head, the trip to Garret's chateau seemed far shorter than it originally would have. He stood outside of Garret's door for a minute or so, trying to clear his head of his emotions. He looked to the right towards the window in the hallway, and with the darkness outside, the glass reflected just as a mirror would. Kurt pulled his tan leather jacket slightly tighter around his torso, and checked in the glass to see if there were a wrinkle in his black skinny jeans or grey tee-shirt. He even made a point to check for scuffs on his black designer boots. He didn't know why he wanted to look presentable for Garret - perhaps because he felt as though he were about to be interviewed for a career. He felt just as nervous as if he were. Sighing, he looked back to the door, and unable to procrastinate any longer, he knocked timidly on the door, not saying a word, and stepped back waiting for the older and taller boy to answer.