Rick didn't know why he was going to attempt the front stoop ambush again, but it was the only thing he could think of. Kurt refused to return his calls, and getting into the office was impossible. So, there he was again, sitting on the step that led into Barbi and Kurt's mansion, waiting for his brother.
The sun had set hours ago, and Rick was freezing. Apparently it was spring, but according the the weather man there was the threat of snow that night. One had to love Chicago weather.
The headlights of Kurt's car bobbed and weaved up the long curved drive, and Rick had to shield his eyes when they got close.
It was now or never. Rick took a deep breath, stood up, and started towards Kurt's car.
"Listen, we're talking no matter what." Rick didn't even give Kurt the chance to speak. "You're telling me your alibi, and I'm not leaving."
Kurt brushed past him. At least he didn't come out swinging this time.
"Were you with him?" Rick just blurted it out. Obviously there was no use in dancing around the issue. "Were you with Gio?"
Kurt stopped dead in his tracks. The muscles in his back went tense, but he didn't turn around.
"Why would I be with Gio?" Kurt glanced over his shoulder as he spoke, but the rest of his body remained rigid.
"I saw you two." Rick took a step towards his brother. "In the parking garage at Dollhouse. I saw you two... kissing." He was surprised the word 'kiss' was so hard for him to say.
Kurt turned, stomping towards him. Rick tensed up, ready for the blow. It never came. Instead Kurt stopped inches from his face, his breath coming out in strong, angry spurts.
"You were spying on me?" Kurt was yelling.
"You didn't leave me much choice!" Rick took a step back. He didn't know why he was scared. He was a cop, he could take Kurt if he had to, but the thing was, he didn't want to. "The chief was starting to snoop around, and I wanted to know the truth before he did. I had the right to know the truth before he did."
Now it was Rick's turn to start yelling.
Why couldn't have Kurt just told him? Was he scared that Rick would start talking, flapping his lips and letting the world know his little brother's big secret? Did Kurt really not trust him? Rick had one person to blame for this one, and it wasn't himself. It was Barbi, putting all that paparazzi crap in Kurt's head.
"Fine. Yes, I was. All night. You can ask Gio, his doorman, the Chinese delivery guy," Kurt turned and started towards the door. "You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you Rick."
Rick took a breath. He had to calm Kurt down, because it was becoming very evident that if he didn't defuse the situation now, then Kurt would probably never talk to him again.
"It's not that big of a deal." The words tumbled out. "I mean, the cheating part is, but..."
Kurt was about to open the front door, but stopped. Rick could see that he was crying. Without speaking he rushed back to his car, slamming the driver's side door.
"Kurt." Rick started towards the car. "Kurt, where the hell do you think you're going."
Kurt pulled a U-turn and started down the driveway. Rick tried to run after him, but obviously he was no match for whatever flavor of sports car Kurt was driving that week.
"Damn it." Then Rick did the only thing he could do. He screamed.
All the anger, the frustration burst out of his mouth into one loud bellow that seemed to echo in the night air. He was probably going to be doing a lot of that in the future. That much was certain.
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