Out Of Luck

kurt.

Kurt opened his mouth to answer, to explain that only a handful of people knew, that his family told him to be careful about seeing Blaine again because of the shock, because he didn’t handle it well, but Blaine was across the room by the time Kurt shrugged his shoulders. He smiled weakly and wrapped his arms around Blaine.

The first thought he had was how long it’s been since he got a hug, none the less Blaine’s – hugging Blaine was always a sure fire way for Kurt to calm or ground himself. He relaxed into the other’s arms but held his breath. Every emotion Blaine was feeling, as jumbled up as they were to Kurt, was strong and oh so easy to eat up. It would hurt no one if he did. It didn’t feel right to feed off of Blaine in any way though.
One breath is all it would take to prolong the next meal. Prolong the kill, Kurt reminds himself.

“I missed you too… I’m so sorry, Blaine.. I should have said something I just-” He paused. He can’t very well tell Blaine what happened, not without consequences. “I’m ok.. A lot happened.” He said lightly. He remembered just a few days ago when he was in a similar position at home. Finn just about crushed him in a welcome home hug before either of their parents had the chance.
Rather suddenly, Kurt pulled away with his hands on Blaine’s shoulders and bright eyes locked on his. “Are you ok? They said you weren’t doing well with me gone but no one would say more than that.” Truly, Kurt was worried. He had already been distant leading up to his disappearance – distant from everyone actually, he’s not sure if he’d be surprised or not if his friends were still angry with him.

      Blaine’s instinct had him burying his nose against Kurt’s neck, breath hot on his throat as he clung to the reality that he had Kurt in his arms again.  His Kurt. Nothing leading up to Kurt’s disappearance mattered to him in space where time stood still and reality that he wasn’t dreaming sank in.  No distance that Kurt put between them before he vanished would taint the relief and joy Blaine felt knowing that Kurt was okay.  Kurt was here.  Here.

“I thought that something awful happened to you.  That someone hurt you or worse.  They started to think you disappeared on your own.”  Blaine could smell Kurt’s familiar scent as he nuzzled his face into the place that was his home more than any other.  “I refused to agree with them.  I know you weren’t happy before but never enough to leave.”  He kept a pillow of Kurt’s that he begged Burt to let him have just to hold it close.  The scent was comforting some nights. Killed him inside others.  Try prying that pillow from his grip regardless?  Blaine would have probably punched your lights out.

“Hush.  Don’t apologize.”  Kurt should have said something?  Blaine’s hidden face showed the confusion he felt.  Did Kurt leave?  “What?  What happened.”  Kurt’s sudden pull back broke them apart too soon for Blaine to make sure the look was gone.  The grip on his shoulders kept him from pulling Kurt back in again.  He wrapped his hands around Kurt’s forearms instead unable to let go of him yet.  Head hanging down, Blaine nodded.
      “I’m ok.”  Kurt feeling a shred of guilt was the farthest thing from what he wanted.  “It’s just been rough.”  Rough scratched the surface but barely scraped the thinnest layer.  “Kurt?  What happened,” he met his gaze and wanted an answer.  Even if it was one he might regret hearing. He needed to know.