kurt.

Kurt held still, eyes downcast as Blaine finished cleaning his face.  He didn’t reply, only gave a soft hum of recognition.  After tonight he’ll be staying out of trouble for a good little while, Kurt thinks.  No more sore spots indeed.  He wonders if he’ll honestly stay at home for more than a day or two.  Bad decisions in the name of entertainment, it was practically his specialty.

“Yeah.”  he cleared his throat, sitting back and settling in his seat.  The aching was improved greatly.  Kurt sank back into his head, so to speak.  Less memories to put together into one quick and painful few minutes, more regret for putting himself in a position that leaves him relying on a stranger.  Incredible.  He didn’t think far enough ahead to consider later or morning though – not quite clear yet after all? – he apparently had Blaine for that.

Unsure of what to say for the better part of thirty minutes–Blaine let them both set there and relax.  Though he was sure neither one of them really were.  How relaxed could Kurt be after having obviously met the business end of a set of sets of fists and now sitting in the car with a virtual stranger?  Or–him–after picking up a beaten up boy he barely knew and deciding to take him all the way to Westerville knowing that he’d gotten into mystery trouble and nothing else? 

Yeah–neither one of them were going to completely relax but he hoped Kurt could try.. Out of both of them?  He needed it more.  It wasn’t until they were within a short distance from the town of Westerville itself and moving into the hills outside the city where gate after gate cut off sight of the houses settled back on long, twisting pathways that Blaine finally spoke up with a side glance over to his company.  “So..can I ask?  What happened to you?  You don’t have to tell me but–um.  How bad of trouble did you get into?”