Tag: p: kurt (archived)

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine. Everything is fine. Nothing is going to happen, just sometimes I need my personal space, and you need to respect that. I love you, but honestly having you at my side 24/7 is exhausting.

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) It was just a really long year without you and it’s hard to not want to make up for all that lost time.  There’s only so much missing you someone can take before having you around feels so relieving that it’s hard to let go of.  Even for a minute.  This isn’t making any sense and I’m sounding more desperate with every word.  I’m sorry.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I understand what you’re saying.  I’ll be more conscious of it from now on. Promise.

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kurt.

Kurt took the attempt at a smile a good sign, even if it did end in talking more on that specific topic.  It took him a moment to process though that he did, all in all, seem to be ok.  The aching was reduced thanks to Blaine’s glovebox, and it could have been worse from the start.  That was a laugh- he was stumbling around, possibly concussed and in shock, but it really..  Reality was heavy.  In this case, reality was that he could have been beaten near to death and wasn’t.  Thank god whatever specific thing he did wasn’t bad enough to warrant that.  It was probably saved for people who owed the guy money, he figures.

“Considering what you’re doing for me, I don’t mind the drive.”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “I don’t know.”  Kurt shrugged.  He wasn’t a stranger to fights but he didn’t make a habit of getting in them or pissing off guys who had goons to send.  Not that he knew of anyway.  For all of Kurt’s reputation, real or fake, this was all new to him.

“I hope so.  Obviously, he’s made his point clear.  Now he can back off,” Blaine burrowed his brows and didn’t quite realize how angry he was at the idea this idiot who hurt Kurt as bad as he did for a reason Kurt wasn’t even sure of.  Until he heard the sound of his own voice.  Yes, they may be near strangers.  But Blaine had his own reasons for disliking people who resorted to beating the hell out of someone.  They ran personal and deep and not so far in the past that it didn’t draw those memories to the surface if he thought too long about it.   He quieted down for what was left of the ride and let the radio play overtop of the sound of tires against asphalt and the hum of his engine.

The road twisted into the hills of Westerville where the houses further and further apart.  Long driveways dotted with hedges and solar lights that disappeared behind trees. High gates and cobblestone entry ways.  Blaine turned onto a circular driveway through one of the last sets. His house–a white and gray Victorian that was meticulously kept up for appearance’s sake–was dark except one porch light

.  He parked in front of the door and shut the car off, verifying there was no one home with a bend past Kurt before and smiled. “We made it.  Come on.  I’ll show you around and you can get comfortable,” he smiled gently and climbed out of the car, his keys jingling as he rooted out the one he needed.

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Where exactly are you right now? I’m pretty sure that I’m going to kill Santana the next time I see her. Just sit down and I’ll come to you?

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) We’ve made it to Central pArk. d there’s trees.  the hippy who took my soehs was here a few minutes ago but him and his friends are gone.  I’m layign donw becaus thats’ comfy.  san and i are nudeer the bridge singing red ghot chili peppers because yi thought it was a good ikdea.  you’re really missing out, honye.

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[text] YOU SAID THE BITES WEREN’T EVEN THAT VISIBLE?!?! MY BOSS HAS JUST GIVEN ME A SCARF TO COVER UP MY NECK FOR BEING “INAPPROPRIATE” | | [text] Make sure you’re alone- I don’t want anyone else seeing what I’m about to sent you. [Klaine]

SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TEXTS TO SEE HOW THEY REACT
@butterscotchandbabysteps

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) Technically, I said that when we were in a very dark room and all that we had were candles lit.  So..I wasn’t /really/ lying because I could barely see them.  Look at it this way!  You got a new scarf?!  That’s a plus?!

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( mssg » kurt | sent ) Um–Kurt?  I think I might’ve sprained an ankle from running to the bedroom so fast.  I’d like to request a warning label to go with a text message like that. Kidding. Uh, so, yeah..alone now.  What was it that you were going to send?

✉ | ⁇ | ✿ | @ | ♀ ( For Dave & Kurt)

send a symbol for a text from my muse. @butterscotchandbabysteps

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“⁇” for a DRUNK text.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) kurt?  sweetie?  agreeing tfo go rout wtih santanha has put me in a bit fo a pickle.  i currently can’ht find mfy wallet and i’m pretty sure i exchanged shoes with a hippy in greenwich village because i don’t own birkenstock sandals. s b

“✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I have this sneaking suspicion that if we try to put my old bowties and your old scarves to better use?  We could find much more fun things to do with them.  Other than gather dust in the closet.  If you want to find out what those ideas are?  I’ll be waiting in the bedroom after you’re done with school. Thoughts?  Ideas?  Yes or Yes?

// Rest under a Read More, love!  I’ll do your Dave ones in a Text Post!

“@” for a SCARED text.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Where are you?  It’s been two hours since you should’ve been home. I’m really starting to get worried.  Call me back as soon as you can?   Let me know that you’re okay?  This isn’t like you and I’m starting to freak out.  I love you.  Please pick up the next time I call?

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I miss you, Kurt.  I know you’re going to say that I saw you this morning and this afternoon.  But it’s not the literal sense of the word that I’m meaning here.  I miss /you/. Something’s wrong.  I can tell.  This is starting to feel like we’re slipping back to last year and I’m terrified that it’s going to happen.  Please?  Talk to me this time.  We can fix this but I need you to talk to me.

“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

( mssg » kurt | deleted ) My biggest fear is losing you.  I can’t.  Not again. You mean so much to m.  I’d do anything for you.  You know that.  I understand we still have problems we need to work through. But it’s two o’clock in the morning and I’m in a bed that doesn’t have you in it. This isn’t how things were supposed to go. I know I made the suggestion that I move out but I’m really regretting it.  I want to come home.  To you. Where I belong.

Kinda Fun

kurt.

Good.  Kurt followed him the table, sat across from him and pretending he didn’t feel that shift.  He should probably explain that first.  There was a lot of differences though..  The least unnerving was probably the mood reading, lesser need for sleep, maybe focusing strengths? “I feel like I’m in a bad vampire movie- ok um…  Bare with me, I’m still new to this and no one else knows.”  He doesn’t add the yet.  He isn’t sure he wants anyone else to know, despite how bad it feels to lie to his family.

“I don’t drink blood, by the way.”  Kurt rushes to add.  “Nothing gross like that, I swear.” Unless blood lust were to hit him, which, so far it hadn’t and he was grateful.  He had a feeling Oliver might have been joking when warning him about that one though.  Asshole. Before he can continue his nervous babbling, Kurt turns his attention to his plate and shoves a bite of waffle in his mouth.  This wasn’t going very smoothly, but maybe if he keeps it up like this he’ll get Blaine to laugh at least.  That might make it worth it.

“Well.  Your secret is safe with me.  Always..”  No one else knew?  Blaine blinked as he took a seat next to Kurt.  Then again? Disappearing for months and returning the ‘way Kurt did’ wasn’t something Kurt could really explain lightly to anyone.  Hearing that the impossible was, in fact, possible was..well..he knew what finding out Kurt was could feel like.  Only the knowledge that it was Kurt breaking the news to him and confirming things that most people didn’t believe in or thought possible..nightmarish things..kept him from being utterly terrified.  Burt, Finn, Carol.

Kurt had a dream support system.  But putting them through that?  He wasn’t discrediting their acceptance. Be realistic.  ‘I’m a demon,’ is a stretch for anyone to be able to deal with. Knowing Kurt trusted him to not only keep it secret but to handle it after meant the world. Confusing as everything was.  He appreciated knowing he was the only one to know.  He laughed lowly, scrunched his nose and sighed with a small smirk trying to be as light as possible about such a morbid thing.  “That’s a relief.  I hope you weren’t going full Edward Cullen on me,” he ate a bite and washed it down before whispering, “How long will it be until you can be away from him?”

take my hand.

Kurt was sure that he was as red as a tomato by now, and he was hoping that Blaine wouldn’t point it out, because he was sure it was noticeable. He felt his shoulders relax though, at the soothing sound of Blaine telling him that it was okay, and to breathe. Just those words, the way Blaine said them, knowing that it was okay for now at least, it helped Kurt to relax. Relax for a moment at least, before suddenly Blaine was speaking again, and that strong, warm hand was on his shoulder.

“Oh,” He managed out breathlessly, a soft smile crossing his face as he ducked his own head, his heart leaping in his chest and feeling like it was doing flips at hearing the confirmation that Blaine was indeed gay too. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts, the fact that Blaine was so close, smelled so good, was so kind, it was all feeling like just a dream right now. “I… Y-yea,” He nodded his head quickly, chuckling and ducking his head again, “A nicer place would be a lot better, lead the way?”

Kurt getting any cuter was surely impossible.  Or that’s what Blaine thought.  The fidgeting and stuttered words?  How he struggled to breathe when Blaine didn’t think of himself as anyone who anyone should have to put themselves through that much of nerve wracking anxiety over Adorable was the only word that would fit the description.  Kurt was flat out adorable worrying so much about nothing that deserved to be worried about.  And it just kept going proving to Blaine that he was wrong.  Kurt managed what seemed like an unreachable level of cute.  In leaps and bounds.

Laughing when Kurt laughed–his eyebrows twitched together and he didn’t realize he was pouting in adoration.  Until his teeth pinched his bottom lip and gave him a warning.  Puppy dog eyeing someone who was barely able to think probably would only make it worse. “Okay,” he spoke barely above a whisper but it was enough for Kurt to hear the empty room.  “Great! Come on.  Let’s get out of here.”  A slender hand reached for Kurt to take as Blaine began to step backwards.  “Last class of the day.  I’ll use the impromptu Warblers practice excuse if anyone asks on the way.  You can say you’re coming to sing with me,” he grinned all conspiratory like.  “Not that I am a huge advocate of playing hookie but..one class won’t hurt.  Right?”

just breathe.

Kurt felt his heart sink into his stomach at the way Blaine seemed to turn red like that. Well, this wasn’t going well at all, he thought to himself, and it was only going to end up with another failed crush and a broken heart for him. Why had he thought to do this? Why had he used the tiny bit of courage in this way? He felt like banging his head against the wall for being so stupid, so idiotic, so– Wait, Blaine was still talking, he had to focus.

“I… yes?” He managed out slowly, chewing on his bottom lip and scuffing his shoe on the floor a bit. He watched Blaine duck his head and could only feel more scared at the response he was going to get. He couldn’t help the way he turned red himself, scarlett clear to the tips of his ears. “I just… I couldn’t just… ask…” He mumbled out, “I can’t… I don’t know… you are?” He lifted his head up then, eyes wide at hearing that, flushing more if possible.

Blaine tried–and failed–not to show in his expression how pitiful poor Kurt seemed and how he made his heart practically bleed for him with how mortified he was acting. No one should feel that ashamed.  Even if they were just caught redhanded graffiting a ‘somewhat harmless’ saying on the bathroom wall by the very person they were writing it about.  Acting as guilty as Kurt was sort of negated any frustration or anger that anyone with a conscience or beating heart could possibly feel.  “It’s okay.  I mean it.  Breathe, Kurt.  Breathe.”

A softened expression watched Kurt let what he said sink in and looked at him with a wide-eyed expression that Blaine lifted a hand to palm at his mouth to hide his smile at.  “Yes.  I am,” he confirmed with a nod and swung his hand out to gently clasp Kurt’s shoulder, bowing his head looking up Kurt’s eyes and get his point across.  “I am.”  He laughed then–eyes twinkling even though they stayed pinched at their corners.  “I–ah.  As much as having this conversation is something I want to do?  We are in the bathroom?  Do you want to come take a walk? Somewhere with prettier scenery,” he tried joking to lighten Kurt’s mood and put him more at ease.  “I mean–your mural’s great but I know a place.”

kurt.

If he could sleep, he would have.  He was certainly tired enough for it, but his eyes were locked onto the rain running down the windows.  The drive was both faster and shorter than he realized.

Blaine’s voice pulled him from his head, making him tense for a moment.  “Pissed off the wrong person.”  He mumbled, speaking up when continuing.  “I don’t owe anyone money if that’s what you’re worried about..  I have an attitude problem, if you can’t tell. Maybe I fucked someone’s kid brother, I don’t know..  Ticked this guy off, he sent a couple of goons sent after me.”  His throat hurts now.  “Sorry.”  He wiped a hand down his face.

Blaine listened to the explanation and couldn’t stop his fingers from tightening on the steering wheel at the idea a ‘couple of goons’ had to attack someone like Kurt.  One was enough.  More than.  To think two people had to hurt him to get a message across?  The was even more horrible.  It was luck that he wasn’t hurt worse.  Why the tensing reaction to a practical stranger being beat up?  It didn’t matter who Kurt was.  No one deserved that kind of assault.

He tried to smile at the attitude problem comment and ignore the rest as best he could.  “Yeah. I sort of tuned into that idea the first time we met.  You having an attitude problem I mean,” Kurt was shot a grin and a measuring glance that had the twist of his lips flattening out before Blaine cleared his throat and focused on the road instead.  “There’s no reason to apologize.  I’m just glad you’re alright.  For the most part.  By the sounds of it?  It could have ended a lot worse. Sorry the drive is taking so long.  Do you think he’s made his peace now?”  Okay–he tried to ignore it and failed.  At least he gave it a shot?

kurt.

Kurt held still, eyes downcast as Blaine finished cleaning his face.  He didn’t reply, only gave a soft hum of recognition.  After tonight he’ll be staying out of trouble for a good little while, Kurt thinks.  No more sore spots indeed.  He wonders if he’ll honestly stay at home for more than a day or two.  Bad decisions in the name of entertainment, it was practically his specialty.

“Yeah.”  he cleared his throat, sitting back and settling in his seat.  The aching was improved greatly.  Kurt sank back into his head, so to speak.  Less memories to put together into one quick and painful few minutes, more regret for putting himself in a position that leaves him relying on a stranger.  Incredible.  He didn’t think far enough ahead to consider later or morning though – not quite clear yet after all? – he apparently had Blaine for that.

Unsure of what to say for the better part of thirty minutes–Blaine let them both set there and relax.  Though he was sure neither one of them really were.  How relaxed could Kurt be after having obviously met the business end of a set of sets of fists and now sitting in the car with a virtual stranger?  Or–him–after picking up a beaten up boy he barely knew and deciding to take him all the way to Westerville knowing that he’d gotten into mystery trouble and nothing else? 

Yeah–neither one of them were going to completely relax but he hoped Kurt could try.. Out of both of them?  He needed it more.  It wasn’t until they were within a short distance from the town of Westerville itself and moving into the hills outside the city where gate after gate cut off sight of the houses settled back on long, twisting pathways that Blaine finally spoke up with a side glance over to his company.  “So..can I ask?  What happened to you?  You don’t have to tell me but–um.  How bad of trouble did you get into?”