Tag: p: kurt (archived)

kurt.

He keeps his eyes on the ceiling a moment longer after Blaine started to move, but he meets his eyes when he speaks up again.  There’s concern in his voice, Kurt can hear it.  He doesn’t know what he’s even doing here.  Coming to Blaine because he can’t sleep, having this conversation, and for what?  Because Blaine happened to be nice enough to have helped him?  Nice enough to lend him a place to sleep..  There’s no obligation and yet he does it.  And Kurt has kept coming back.  They were both idiots.
He doesn’t say any of this though.  Instead he takes a deep breath and purses his lips and after a beat he answers Blaine’s question.  “I don’t know for sure, it’s not like they’re all in a pack the whole time..  Six?”

They might be idiots but Blaine could never bring himself to not be the kind of idiot that Kurt might need.  What that said about him–Blaine wasn’t sure.  Was it loyal and sympathetic for him to keep his door open and find himself waiting for the nights when Kurt would show up because he knew Kurt was safe here and he didn’t have to worry about him as much?  If so?  Then good.  Whatever else it stated about the kind of person he was?  Blaine didn’t care.
Not when he knew he was doing whatever small amount of GOOD he could for someone who needed it. Not just someone.  For a boy who he cared about and wanted to make his life a little bit better. A thing he’d like to think he was doing.  “Six,” an olive toned hand shifted so Blaine could palm over his mouth before tucking it underneath his cheek, “That’s a lot of them against one of you.  What about this leader guy?  Is there a way to knock him down a notch or two? Get him to convince the others to leave you alone?  How old is this guy?”

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.”

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?”

kurt.

He snorts.  Blaine was about as threatening as a puppy, and they already proved that Kurt didn’t stand a chance.  That’s a cute idea.  At least Blaine’s heart was in the right place, but he couldn’t honestly think that would work out well…  “Sure, and then we can stitch each other’s wounds.  Great bonding exercise..”
A sigh.  “I know you mean well, Blaine, but there’s nothing we can do about this.”  he says with a little shake of his head.  He could go into hiding at night, stay in like a normal person. Not only boring but at this point it would be like backing down.  And, even if he did, who’s to say that it would help?  Stay in for a while, go out again and they try to prove a point by jumping him again when he goes out.  Maybe they’ll get him on his way home, or to the store?  Who knows.  At this point he’s running out of places that feel safe alone- and he is, usually, alone.  When he’s not he’s with the skanks, or at night he’s hopefully got someone’s tongue down his throat.  Either way it doesn’t help when any of those people would turn tail and leave him there.  In fairness, he’d probably do the same, but the point still stood.

Blaine frowns at the snort trying not to get offended that his offer drew that kind of a reaction. That was so not fair.  Sure, Kurt was right but he would go down fighting for Kurt to be rid of these guys.  No one deserved to go through life constantly looking over their shoulder and afraid.  Because..like it or not?  He knew Kurt was more than just tired of their antics.  Accuse him of being scared?  He’d never do that.  But who wouldn’t be after ending up in an alleyway the way Blaine found him?
“Kurt,” he shook his head and scooted a bit closer but not close enough to be touching him much at all.  But he wanted to get his point across and so he slid down against the pillows until they were eye level to one another. “There has to be something we can do because I can see what this is doing to you,” he whispered it softly and without accusation or even letting how deeply he was worried so.  It was a concern that showed in his eyes and could be heard in his tone, yes.  Restraint kept it from being so much that he’d make Kurt feel like he had to pull away because someone actually worried about him.  Blaine didn’t want to lose his chance of being there for him and offering him that place he could feel safe when he needed it.  “If you can’t avoid them and don’t think they’re going to get bored or back down, then.. Something’s gotta give.  How many are there?”