kurt.
He’s not exactly surprised to hear Blaine’s been beat up. Kurt was tempted the smack the back of his head a few times- the guy was just a walking target. Still, he’s – silently – sympathetic.
Kurt leans his elbows on the counter and cradles the mug of tea in his hands.“Too nice for your own good. Not that I’m complaining.” He sighs softly. “Just don’t get yourself killed trying to help someone out. For all you knew I could have been fucked up on something.” he shakes his head a little, unconsciously tightening his hold on the cup. To Blaine’s point of view it probably didn’t sound out of character for him.
“Thank you though.”
An awkward half-grin tugged the edge of Blaine’s mouth upwards as he leaned on the lip of the island across from Kurt. “You know–Kurt–if you’re not careful? I might think you actually care what happens to me if you feel you need to warn me that my aptitude for being a bleeding heart to someone in distress might end up with me getting killed.
“Sort of contrasts the,” his fingers wriggled from the edge of his cup towards the other boy, “bad ass without a care aesthetic you’re trying to pull off.”
“I get it though. But as far as one of us needing to worry about getting himself killed by getting in over his head? I don’t think it’s me.” Bright hazel eyes watched Kurt closely. Inside them was a knowing that came from someone who was good at observing people and seeing beyond what they project. Kurt was no exception. Honestly, he was above that. The longer Blaine looked at him–the more he wanted to see. And maybe did. Or was good at deluding himself that he had. Drawing in a breath, he straightened up and sat his mug down turning to fetch the plates of fruit and bagels he made.
“You’re welcome.” He hummed as he slid the plates between them. “It isn’t much but it’s something. If you’re going to be up for a while? You’re going to need it.”
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