6/25/09

Fashion Victims Ep. 1.60

Kurt peaked his head in the bathroom, the blurred, naked outline of Gio's body visible through the fogged glass shower door.
"You okay in there?" Kurt spoke up, trying to be heard over the rush of the water.
"I'm fine." Gio opened the door, peaking his head out. His long black hair clung to his face and his neck.
Kurt was kind of shocked at how long it had gotten. He also noticed a light layer of stubble on Gio's face. If this kept up pretty soon the only thing they would be able to book Gio on was the covers of romance novels.
"I'm taking you to my stylist tomorrow." Kurt leaned against the doorframe.
"Why? I look good." Gio smiled. He brushed a few strands of hair off of his face.
"You look like Fabio. I'm taking you to my stylist tomorrow." Kurt walked over to Gio, giving him a quick kiss. "I'll be downstairs."
Gio kissed him back, then disappeared back into the steam and hot water.
How had he ever gotten so lucky? He had the perfect boyfriend, the perfect home life, and when he finally healed completely, he would have his perfect job back. Things were looking good. Well, as good as they could look with a psychotic murderer on the loose, and a major scandal about to break for his company.
"Let me pour you another cup." He could hear Layla's voice in the kitchen. "You rest. You've been through a lot lately."
Kurt was about to turn the corner into the kitchen, but stopped. He caught a glimpse of Layla in the reflection of one of the hall mirrors. She had a small paper packet in her hand. He watched as she tipped it up, emptying the powdered contents into the mug she was holding.
"I'm glad you finally decided to come over." That was Barbi's voice. "I'm worried about you."
"Don't worry." Layla turned, walking out of Kurt's view.
There was silence, followed by a thud and the back door slamming open and then shut. Kurt rushed into the kitchen only to find Barbi on the ground, passed out, her shattered mug lying next to her.
He rushed to her, trying to wake her up, but whatever Layla had slipped in her tea had knocked her out cold.

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