Kurt shrugged. Liam was right. He was not such a people person. He would probably choose to starve than go the grocery himself. "Yeah, have a nice nap." He called back as he stepped out of the front door.

On his way to his car, Kurt's mind drifted back to the writer. Liam was an extremely private person and preferred to stay home most of the time. No family members or friends visited his place. Well, except for Kurt himself. For the past few years they've known each other, he always seemed to have some sort of injury.

"Huh. For someone who stays home all the time, you sure get out enough to get bitten by a dog." Kurt started the engine and headed to the grocery. "Or walking into street posts." He shook his head and chuckled, remembering the time when he visited and found Liam with a nasty black eye. It was either Liam was a total klutz or he had some sort of secret. He shook his head again, feeling silly for his thoughts. He settled for Liam being a klutz.

The grocery was a mere five minutes drive from Liam's house and as Kurt pulled into the parking lot, he wondered for the hundredth time what it was about people that repelled his friend enough to shut himself in his house. He got out, checked all four doors of his car if they were all properly locked before he headed to the grocery's entrance. 

At the entrance, he pulled out the list from his pocket and glanced at it. "The hell...?" He muttered and took a second look. The list was long and had enough stuff on it that would last a year. "You must be planning a huge party with all this shit in your list, Liam." He muttered as he pulled a shopping cart and headed in.