kurt.

“Good enough.”  He muttered, reaching for the glove box to dig out the pills.  Kurt forced two down his throat.  He shifted in the seat a little to try and get more comfortable, though it wasn’t the easiest feat.

He should really thank Blaine for this.  He realizes that he hasn’t given any indication to who did this to him, and absently wonders why Blaine is helping when for all he knows, Kurt could be being chased by an angry drug dealer.

Kurt was quiet during the drive to the store, thinking of what he should say to Blaine and what he was going to tell his family later.  Finn knew about his sneaking out and probably had several decent guesses as to what he did all the time, but this time he just missed dinner and wasn’t going to be back by morning even.  His parents were as completely in the dark as they could be, and Kurt was going to come stumbling home the next day after sleeping in a near-stranger’s home because he got in trouble with the wrong kind of people. Fantastic.

When Blaine came back Kurt looked into the bag curiously before Blaine took something out and and motioned for him.  “Did you get donuts?”  He asked as he leaned over.  Eating didn’t sound particularly appealing at this point, but it was sort of amusing.

Blaine settled in and watched Kurt as he leaned close. “Sorry..”  His fingers momentarily fumbled with the wipe and almost dropped it but after a quick cinch of his teeth and an apologetically wide smile–Blaine covered the tip of his finger with it and press the edge to Kurt’s nose.

A gentle touch slid up the bridge of it–Blaine was careful with every inch he covered all the way to Kurt’s forehead.  The wipe came away dirty enough that he tossed it into the bag and grabbed another one before letting it hover by Kurt’s cheek next. “Did that hurt?  Does this feel okay?  I just thought–um.”  Nerves had him catching the corner of his bottom lip with his tongue so he could pull it between his teeth and smile around the bite.

There was no intention behind it–other than to get Kurt cleaner and more comfortable. Make sure any cuts on his skin were wiped down so they didn’t get infected or sorer.  Oh.  Donuts. Hazel eyes glanced slowly down at the bag and he pinched his lips together in a small smirk of embarrassment.

“I was sort of in a rush to get back here and..hey..they were right there and I thought you’d be hungry..?  Maybe?  Um–,”  a quiet chuckle lit up his gaze and made the corners of his eyes crinkle, “Yes.  I got donuts.”  Donuts, Blaine?  Really?  He was hurrying–okay?!