Niklaus
"Hey boss," Stephen shouted back into the kitchen where I was taking inventory. "You've got a visitor." For a second I thought it was Blair, but she has her own job and wouldn't drop in unannounced during a week day.
"Just let me finish with the mozzarella sticks," I yelled back. "Get them a drink."
He popped his head into the pantry with an excited grin on his face. "You're not gonna want to keep this one waiting, mate. She's a real looker. Actually, if you're not already hitting her mind if I-"
I rolled my eyes and shoved him out of my way as he chuckled. At the bar was Kenna, nursing a sangria. She was twirling a small straw with her pointer finger then looked up and saw me.
"Hey!"
"Uh, hey," I said awkwardly. "What are you doing here?"
She shrugged. "Just thought I'd stop by and see you. Besides, I'm not one to turn down a drink." Kenna leaned on the bar top making her breasts look as if they were going to pop out of her shirt. "I missed you."
"You-you know we're not dating, right?" I lowered my voice but from Stephen flashed me a cheeky grin, telling me he heard.
Kenna turned red but nodded quickly. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I knew that. I don't know, I thought-well, I don't know what I thought. Uh, sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I'll just go then-"
"No, you don't have to, I was just-" but she had already grabbed her jacket, left some money on the counter, and left. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. Stephen came up and slapped my back, laughing as he did.
"You're a real ladies man."
"Fuck off."
***
Later that night Murphy and I were just about to start a new episode of Game of Thrones when someone knocked rather obnoxiously on the door to the apartment. It wasn't the pizza guy because he had just dropped it off a few minutes before so I figured it was Kenna ready to chew me out. I was pleasantly surprised to find it was Blair.
"What the hell is your problem?" She pushed past me into the room.
"Uh-"
"If you're going to just use a girl for sex, you should maybe clear that with her beforehand."
I shook my head. "I'm not-what are you talking about?"
"Kenna."
I laughed. "Kenna? She's the one who used me for sex! I didn't know she was going to follow me around afterwards like a puppy or else I wouldn't have-wait, did you just come here to yell at me for her?"
"You really hurt her, Klaus."
"Okay," I sighed. "I'm sorry. And I'll tell her I'm sorry too." I waited for her to turn and leave but she didn't. Instead, she eyed the open pizza and case of beer on the counter.
"Party for one in here?" She almost smiled.
I shrugged. "I'm drowning my sorrows with pizza, beer, and Game of Thrones. You're welcome to join if you'd like."
Blair pursed her lips and thought about it for a moment. "I don't know, I should probably get back to Kenna. I told her I'd bring home ice cream..."
"Just one episode," I stuck out my bottom lip. "Come on, B. She's got your other roommate and all I have is an old dog."
She gasped and rushed over to where Murphy was sprawled out on the couch. "I can't believe you'd say such a thing! Don't listen to him, Murphy. Age is just a number." I took a can and handed it out for her. She looked at it hesitantly, then stood up and took it. "One episode."
I grinned.
"What sorrows do you have to drown, anyway?" She asked as I brought over the food and flipped on the TV.
"I just-I just have a lot going on, I guess." I brought the can to my lips and gulped half of it down.
"Woah there cowboy."
"They aren't going to drown themselves," I muttered and finished the can before reaching for a slice of pizza.
"How's your family doing?" Blair asked, taking a sip. "Are they still in Germany?"
I nodded. "Yeah. They're fine, I think. I don't get to talk to them much, long distance calling and all that."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry about Seth." I opened another can and Blair pressed her lips into a thin smile. We watched the show, Blair cringing during particularly bloody scenes, and ended up finishing half of the pizza and the case of beers, though that was mostly my doing.
The alcohol buzzed around in my head, blurring everything and making my head feel as if it weighed thirty pounds when I turned it towards Blair. I studied her profile while she watched the TV. She said she still loved me, wanted me even. I leaned a little closer to her.
"You alright?" She laughed lightly.
"Mhmm," I mumbled. "Just a tad drunk."
"I see."
"Had to drown the sorrows, B. Had to drown 'em."
Blair smiled and my gaze fell to her lips. I wondered if they were as soft and nice as I remembered them to be. Before I could really think about what I was doing, I went in to kiss her. She jumped and turned her head so I ended up kissing the edge of her cheek. Blair froze. Immediately, I knew just what I had done.
"Shit," I whispered, straightening back up. "I shouldn't have done that." She blinked then reached to gather her wallet and keys from the coffee table. "Wait, B, I'm sorry, I-"
"I should go." She said quietly then rushed to the door. I didn't follow her but when she opened it, another voice spoke.
"Blair? What are you still doing here?"
Kenna.
"I was just leaving." She brushed past Kenna and down the hall. I stood up, my eyebrows furrowing as I looked at Kenna.
"I'm sorry," I offered lamely. "I apologize for using you for sex."
She glanced at the floor sheepishly. "Actually, I'm here to talk to you about that but maybe I should come back when you're in a better state." I opened my mouth to talk but nothing really came out. I was still mentally scolding myself for messing up so badly with Blair.
"Yeah," she said. "I'll just talk to you tomorrow. Have a good night, Klaus." Kenna closed the door behind her, leaving me alone with a bunch of empty beer cans and the old dog.
I rubbed my temples and groaned. "Fuck."
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