kurt.

Kurt nodded a little, swallowing thickly and pursing his lips.  He’s almost positive that being left alone would be easier.  Almost.  “Okay.”  Ginger ale didn’t sound bad at least.  Kurt doesn’t drag his feet moving to the bed, sighing a little when he settled on it with his back propped up with a pillow between him and the wall.  He’s still for a moment before drawing his knees up towards his chest.  He tries to get comfortable, but it’s not as easy as it seems in concept.  

“Be right back.”  It took him a few minutes to grab some change, jog through the dorm to the vending machines and grab a package of crackers and ginger ale.  When he returned–his cheeks were a shade of pink and he was breathing a bit fast–a huge hint that his jog was more of a run once he was out of sight–but he walked close to the bed and sat them on Kurt’s nightstand.  “Hey,” he spoke softly taking a step or two backwards so he didn’t crowd him in. “There you go.  Try those out.  It should help a little.  I–um–can go bug Jeff and Nick if you want to get some sleep.”