kurt.

He wasn’t really sure where he should be looking with someone else cleaning his face, and slowly, so he just..Closed his eyes and let Blaine be helpful.  “Doesn’t hurt.”  He murmured. “It would be impressive if it did with how you’re treating me like glass.”  He wonders if Blaine can hear how much he doesn’t mean that as the snippy comment it would be in a normal setting.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he opened his eyes.  “I appreciate the effort but I don’t think I can stomach anything yet.”

Blaine felt the heat in his cheeks intensify when how careful–or overly so apparently–he was being got pointed out.  “Hey, I’m sorry.  I was only trying to be careful.  By the looks of it?  You don’t need anymore sore spots.  Almost done,” a few more swipes and the worst of the mess was cleaned up and the dirty cloth was tucked into the empty plastic bag.

“I wasn’t sure but–um–it’s the thought that counts,” his voice lifted along with his shoulders trying to make light from the awkwardness of their situation.  Two strangers in a car with one cleaning up the other’s face before he takes him home?  Yeah.  Awkward was a good word.  “You can toss them wherever.  Ready?  Let’s get going so you can rest.” One final survey of Kurt’s face–his heart squeezed in his chest again at the sight of him–and they were back on the road.  Rest and dry clothes would help, yeah?  Cooper’s closet would be ransacked later.  Sorry, Coop.