kurt.

Dressing room.. Kurt would scoff at that another day.  Tonight though he follows and nods along.  “I’m good.  Thanks.”
When the door is closed Kurt glances around as he slowly makes his way to the bathroom. His shower doesn’t take long, but to him it feels like he’s been in there for an hour by the time he steps out.  Everything still feels unreal in a way.

He dresses just as slowly.  The mirror was too foggy to really get a look at his face in, but looking down at himself as he pulls up borrowed sweat pants seems to be enough of a wake up call.  The discoloration on his stomach finally gets to him.
What has he gotten himself into?

The pants are a little short on Kurt, but everything fits just fine.  He ruffles his hair with the towel to dry it a little more before he moves from where his feet have been firmly planted on the floor.  He folds up his own clothes, the various pieces of silver he decorates himself with sitting atop the neat pile.  Raking a hand through his hair, he supposed then is as good of a time as any to go back downstairs.

Blaine was busying himself with nervously putting together some tea and a couple of bagels were cut in half with some blueberry spread swiped over them.
By the time they got back to his house?  It was too late for real food.  But he didn’t want Kurt going to sleep hungry on top of being sore from..the mess that Blaine found him in.

He was certain Kurt shouldn’t go to sleep for a little while.  What if he had a concussion?  Or–should he have taken him to a hospital?  Convinced him to call home so someone who might know better could help him?  Kurt seemed too adamant against either one of those options.  At least here?  Kurt was safe.

Yeah.  So.  Most of the time Kurt spent in the shower getting clean and then dressed–Blaine spent it fretting if he was doing enough for him. The kitchen was dimly lit by a chandelier hanging over the small island in the middle. As Kurt came down the hall–the smell of cinnamon and berries filled the air.  Blaine could hear him but was busy grabbing mugs from the cabinet.  “I wasn’t sure if you were hungry but I made something quick to munch on. Feel better?”