kurt.

Kurt pads into the kitchen, arms wrapped around himself somewhat protectively.
The kitchen was just as nice as everything else, Kurt notes.  Somehow, now that he’s settling, he feels less out of place and more unfamiliar with his surroundings.  His gaze drifts towards Blaine when the other speaks.

“Thanks.  Something to eat wouldn’t hurt.”  His appetite isn’t really there but he figures that it’s better to try eating than avoid it until he feels better- who knows if that’ll be while he’s here or not for days.
“Better, I guess.”  He says with a slow nod.  “Head’s clearer at least..”  He trails off, pursing his lips in a pause.

“Blaine?  Why are you doing this?  I’m pretty sure I’ve been mean way more than I’ve been nice, you know next to nothing about me and I just got my ass beat by guys who probably work for a drug dealer- whatever it is he actually does.  You gave me clothes with your fancy school’s logos on it for fucks sake, you helping me doesn’t make any sense.”  At least he’s honest, even if it does come with distress showing in his voice.

After thumbing the cabinets closed–Blaine turns around with a mug in each hand and his grip quickly tightens on the ceramic handles at the sight of a cleaned up Kurt standing in his kitchen. The boy was so pale and so–fragile–looking without all the muck and gross Blaine couldn’t get off of him with just some handwipes in the car.  How could anyone do that to him?

“Good.  I mean–good.  I’m glad it’s clearer and you feel a little better,” he mumbles to fill the silence but there was more there waiting as Blaine sits the mugs on the island and tears his attention back down to putting some tea bags inside their cups.
The question catches him by surprise as he scoots Kurt’s tea towards him and the finger he motioned towards the sugar and honey sort of deflated down towards the others before his hand fell to the side.

Kurt was right.  This was weird.  Normal people didn’t do this stuff for strangers–did they?  Not to this extent.  “Well—,” he catches a sliver of his lip between his teeth. “I’ve been in your position. If someone didn’t help me? I’m not sure how I would have ended up.  And I have a keen suspicion if I didn’t help you?  Who else was going to?  You’d have gone to them before I found you in an alley in the rain.  So–that left me.  Didn’t it?  I’m not a person to be blind to someone hurting,” he looked down and shrugged, “That’s why.”