Kinda Fun

kurt.

“Anywhere.”  Honestly, sometimes Kurt was surprised he wasn’t claustrophobic.  Then again the room before was pretty spacious.  

He sighed softly.  Aside from the nightmares or moments like this where he was reflecting on it, he wasn’t really affected at all.  He was tougher, that’s for sure.  Maybe there was a bit of a problem with listening to others as well, but what was expected when he was locked up and having to listen to a smug bastard to live?  Now that he was back and living again – no pun intended – he wasn’t listening to anyone or staying inside longer than he was comfortable.  Closed spaces were pretty obnoxious.

A smile made it’s way onto Kurt’s face as Blaine continued on about his food.  He started helping in the kitchen when he was six and cooking when he was eight- his food had better be good.  “Need any help in here?  If not I’m going to go dig through your kitchen and start.” Blaine was a bright sort of prescience, always has been to Kurt.  “Speaking of which, if I make waffles and eggs are you going to throw up?” 

“Not gonna throw up if you don’t mention throwing up ever again, Kurt.”  From his mini-ball on the bed–Blaine waved frantically trying to shoo the word from his vocabulary.  No.  He never wanted to hear the phrase throw up in his whole life. Or alcohol.  Though wasn’t that the lament of anyone who was currently in his position?  Either figuratively or–hunched over on all fours (if you count bent elbows and knees)–literally?

“I’m okay.  I just need a shower and a new body.  A new body would be great but a shower is going to have to do,” he groaned as he stretched out and uncurled from his ball to first–his knees and then a scoot, scoot turn had him sitting on the edge of the bed with his toes tapping the floor like he was testing the theory of standing up working with wobbly knees and legs. Fisting two balls of his comforter in his palms–his gaze shifted towards Kurt, eyes blinking large as he finally took in the full view of him.

“Thank you for–this,” he decided to dump everything he wanted to say into something easier to swallow.  Unlike the pills he dry mouthed until he remembered the water.  “Um–just–thanks.”