Who: Kurt, Zoey, and Katherine What: Scoping out the venue When: Today Where: Katherine's estate Warnings: Kurt is terrified of vampires, hilarity and curses that sound like they came from a grandmother will ensue.
Kurt had spent a lot of time with Zoey the night before. In part it was great because he'd gathered a lot about her figure and the way she liked to move and he could alter a wedding dress for her that would put even celeb's dresses to shame. His whole life had been leading up to this, making fashion real right before his very eyes. This was like the heaven of internships...so when the zombie event was over he could start Vogue magazine over himself...right? Unfortunately the other part of the time he'd spent with Zoey had been to talk about vampires. Kurt didn't like anything that went bump in the night but he especially didn't like vampires. Something about them just upset him in a way he couldn't explain. Even before when he was faced with people in vampire costumes...or that guy from the horror talk show thing... he knew they weren't really vampires but they had put him so on edge. At first he'd been equally petrified by zombies but his dad swiftly kicked his butt into gear so they could survive.
Zoey had gone so far as to try and put a gun in his hand and give him pointers, maybe realizing that he had little to no self defense other than a mean kick. He'd always kept up with his fitness so his cardio and strength were admirable for a boy of his lithe porcelain appearance... but he wasn't going to be kicking zombies heads off anytime soon. He just hoped he wouldn't have to defend himself at all. He insisted that he worked in housekeeping so he didn't have to hurt anything. Much to the eye-rolling of his guns instructor and now Zoey. His distaste for the act still held strong, he hadn't managed to shoot a single target in practice and he didn't want to. He just wanted his dad to come and protect him like he always had, if he started getting too self sufficient...well... he couldn't finish the thought.
The morning after his visit with Zoey he awoke and got dressed in a long sleeve navy button-up shirt that went all the way up his neck and fastened a large ornate rustic looking silver cross brooch at his throat. It was about as large as half of his hand and drew all the attention so he made sure that the rest of his outfit, while complimenting and impressive, was more quiet. Off-white pants as skinny as he could manage in a time when he needed to move easily and black doc marten's laced up over his pants. He was a sight to behold...still fashionable when he was facing down zombies and vampires. He topped it all off with a cute hat that two black feathers poked out of (he'd been procuring feathers from the bird catch the raiders brought in just incase he needed to stick them on anything like this) and then sighed contently with himself.
The crisp morning air greeted him as he stepped outside, kissing his cheeks with color as the leaves crunched beneath his boots. He made sure to sign himself out and then waited for Zoey to come and meet him to do the same. He still wasn't sure about this but he had a little gun attached to a belt holster strapped at his waist and thigh. Chances were he'd shoot himself before he shot anything else but maybe it was better to have the appearance of safety...
When Zoey approached he smiled and offered her a good morning greeting before they turned to head out. He either followed her or kept pace beside her as they traveled since he had no idea where they were going. His trips with Krissy had been cathartic in a way but not exactly helpful for finding vampire brothels...thankfully. Finally he turned to her "I...think I might be having second thoughts about this."