Moonlight Dwelling

Kurt walked in hoping that his father wouldn't notice the busted windshield until the next day. It was dark so he could always claim he didn't know about it. He knew something was up when he noticed that the TV wasn't on. Usually at this time of night he'd have either wrestling or a bounty hunter show on.

"Kurt sit down for a minute."

Kurt sat down next to his dad.'

"Give me the keys."

Kurt wondered if he'd seen the broken windshield but knew that was impossible unless there was a secret camera in the car that revealed what happened but that would clear him of anything because Mercedes was the one that broke it.

"What's wrong Dad?"

He reached for something beside him on the couch. It was one of Kurt's tiara that he kept in his hope chest.

"What's this?"

Kurt tried to think of an excuse that could explain why he had a collection of tiaras but nothing came to mind.

"I found a bunch of them. I'm taking the car back."

Kurt gave him the keys and walked off hoping that nothing worse would happen. He breathed a sigh of relief when his Dad put the TV on. He was just glad that his fashion magazines weren't found. 

By Barbara Desmond