Tag: p: kurt (archived)

kurt.

Kurt was trying to take deep breaths and focus as he babbled on, though he noticed how Blaine had put his hands up, in seemingly a way to catch him, and how the other seemed to be trying to calm him down. That, that was the Blaine he’d fallen for, the one he ached to be in his arms, to be close to him; the Blaine that was soft and soothing, that cared about others, that wanted to be so kind and help people. He felt the butterflies in his stomach again, and he closed his eyes for a moment, listening to that wonderful voice as he calmed and collected himself.

“I…” He took a deep breath again, opening his eyes to look at Blaine shyly, “I was writing that you like watching guys make out… It’s stupid, and I shouldn’t have done it, I’m sorry. I just.. I thought that maybe.. maybe if you saw it and confirmed that it was true, and maybe somehow figured it was me another way… that you might, well..” He shrugged sheepishly and looked down at the floor, “Just… I just um… I really like…” He chewed on his lip and didn’t look back up. He’d said so much that he was scared of already, how could he admit even more?

Blaine felt horrible watching Kurt squirm as bad as he was.  Yes, he caught him apparently writing his name and that he liked…? on the wall but Kurt’s reaction to getting caught was so heartbreakingly sweet that it was hard to be mad.  Not that Blaine could ever be mad at a face like that.  Kurt was just too sweet, too beautiful–.  No.  No.  He didn’t and shouldn’t think that way.  They barely knew each other and he’d heard stories as to why Kurt ended up transferring.  Their reasons why weren’t too far apart.  He just never had the chance to tell him because every time he so much as looked at Kurt or came near him?  Kurt seemed like there wasn’t a spot on the floor or the wall or under a rock that he would rather be looking at than Blaine.

All the more reason why Blaine felt drawn to him only to keep a safe enough distance away as a means of not making him feel uncomfortable or vulnerable.  Yet.  Here they were.  In a situation that said Kurt might not be as vulnerable as Blaine thought.  Who has the nerve to write–. Hazel eyes blinked rapidly as he felt a rush of crimson blaze over his olive cheeks.  –Likes to watch guys making out?–  Well.  It wasn’t a lie.  But it wasn’t WAY true either.  He wasn’t a creep just.. “So.. You’re wondering if I’m gay then?  Kurt,” he smiled curtly and tucked his head down so he could rub the back of his neck grinning bashfully but he was so close to chuckling that it was painful to hold back.  “That’s a really a lot of work to do when you just could have asked me? For the record?  Yes.  I am.  Um–,” he crinkled his nose and squinted happily, “surprise?”

kurt.

It was getting tricky to keep things under wraps. Mostly it was the smell; Kurt had a variety of candles, herbs, and grasses under his bed, all for different purposes and combinations that made more.
It’s something that ran in the family, magic. Less secret worlds with wands(much to his younger self’s disappointment) and more rituals to swede the outcome of a certain event. Of course there were some things that came naturally, like moving objects with enough practice into the ability, or healing injuries faster, but everything took devotion. Kurt loved the practice, he did, but since moving into Dalton it was harder.

The smells, the privacy to keep it secret, neither really worked when he had a roommate who he actually got along with. If they disliked each other it would be easier- the lying, avoiding each other. Instead Kurt had to time it carefully and with the knowledge that he wasn’t fooling Blaine at all. Still, he got away with it until the day Blaine was supposed to be gone and busy and he came walking back in early while Kurt was burning a feather over a green candle.

Blaine was full of energy after an impromptu Warblers performance in the center grounds.  They were done for the day but someone ended up humming a tune. Humming turned into actual words.  Actual words became an actual song and from there?
Someone–it was him–goaded yet another out of everyone before Wes had to go and ruin things by reminding the Seniors they had tests in the morning.  Not one to run out of a buzz of excitement so quickly–he practically bounced up the stairs back to his and Kurt’s dorm room wondering if Kurt would want to go get coffee.  Like Blaine needed it.  Probably not but not having Kurt around when they sang anymore?  Just–didn’t feel like they were truly at their best.

Or–he wasn’t truly at his best..  Food for thought?  A meal that had to wait as he stepped inside the room and—-?  Kurt was over a candle, a smoking feather in hand and the room was full of a pungent, earthy smell that wasn’t terrible–oddly appealing even–just strong.  “Sorry,” was the first word out of his mouth.  He’d felt like he just interrupted something..  He had no idea what–but something.  “I..Sorry..”  Words, Blaine.  Use your words. “Kurt,” he whispered his name as light as the feather in the boy’s fingers.  “What are you doing?”  Not those words!

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kurt.

“My pleasure.  I haven’t cooked for anyone in a while.”  he smiled warmly at the other, eyes following his movements.  “Don’t worry about it.  You worried me, but like I said I needed an excuse to see you anyway.  I’m glad it didn’t come at the price of you hiding from the light all day.”

A lot of food indeed that he didn’t need to take part in.  Kurt was still wondering if he needed to diet at all if his body didn’t need human food to function- in that case, do demons get fat at all?  Does eating too many souls cause weight-gain or is it human food just like before?  Ridiculous questions that he’s positive he’s already asked, knowing himself.  Still, he had every intention on indulging this morning.

The more pressing matter at hand was wondering if he should sit Blaine down and explain things to him now or another time.  Would it ruin their day?

“As if I’m passing on waffles.”  Kurt turned to grab a plate and two waffles himself, continuing the somewhat awkward – perhaps just not entirely familiar? – talk as he poured syrup on them.  “Would I completely kill the mood if I said we needed to talk?  I’m guessing you have questions about my..Situation.  We don’t have to do this today though.”  He quickly added.

Blaine couldn’t stop himself from smiling when he heard that Kurt was looking for an excuse to see him.  It might be some sort of masochistic thing to feel but there was a glimmer of hope that started in the bedroom and hearing that?  Only made it spark to life a little brighter than before. It wasn’t a good idea to feel it, he knew that.  Trying to convince himself that he needed to let that hope go because he wasn’t sure what he’d do if it was snuffed out over and over ever since this whole insane return started was so, so hard.  But one look at Kurt from the corners of his eyes? And the memory of what life was like without him?  He just couldn’t let not feel that way. When did he become the person to buy into the ‘false hope is better than no hope’ mentality? 

–The day you lost him.  That’s when..–

Enough of that.  Any more focus on it and he’s lose this chance for them to just be together.  To breathe in this moment of familiarity that was so bittersweet that he craved to hang onto it for as long as he could.  That’s what mattered.  Not the headache still going away.  Not the heartache that might never.   His plate of waffles and eggs Kurt made were waiting and he fully planned on eating ever last bite.  Until he heard that question and watched his knuckles bleed the color from olive to white as his grip tightened on his fork. Even then?  His smile and voice were calm even if his gaze was vaguely weary as it met Kurt’s from where he paused on his way to the table.  “No.  We can talk,” he whispered softly then coughed to make his voice clearer, stronger. “We can do this today..  It’s okay.”  They’d been putting it off long enough, right?

kurt.

He wasn’t really sure where he should be looking with someone else cleaning his face, and slowly, so he just..Closed his eyes and let Blaine be helpful.  “Doesn’t hurt.”  He murmured. “It would be impressive if it did with how you’re treating me like glass.”  He wonders if Blaine can hear how much he doesn’t mean that as the snippy comment it would be in a normal setting.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he opened his eyes.  “I appreciate the effort but I don’t think I can stomach anything yet.”

Blaine felt the heat in his cheeks intensify when how careful–or overly so apparently–he was being got pointed out.  “Hey, I’m sorry.  I was only trying to be careful.  By the looks of it?  You don’t need anymore sore spots.  Almost done,” a few more swipes and the worst of the mess was cleaned up and the dirty cloth was tucked into the empty plastic bag.

“I wasn’t sure but–um–it’s the thought that counts,” his voice lifted along with his shoulders trying to make light from the awkwardness of their situation.  Two strangers in a car with one cleaning up the other’s face before he takes him home?  Yeah.  Awkward was a good word.  “You can toss them wherever.  Ready?  Let’s get going so you can rest.” One final survey of Kurt’s face–his heart squeezed in his chest again at the sight of him–and they were back on the road.  Rest and dry clothes would help, yeah?  Cooper’s closet would be ransacked later.  Sorry, Coop.

kurt.

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It wasn’t like Kurt was fragile, prone to random sickness or mood swings or something.  In fact he was rarely sick at all, but right now he felt like the living embodiment of a muddy puddle. He’s positive that later he’ll feel horrible for behaving like this in the first place.  Hiding out in the bathroom; how classy.  It was probably better than suffering in front of Blaine at least, who was still quite obviously worried though.  On one hand, it was very sweet and appreciated, but then Kurt didn’t really know what to tell him.  He supposed it’s nice that Blaine caught himself before finishing that sentence too, but the message came across just fine.  He was right to avoid the mirror..  Kurt wrapped his arms around himself and leaned his shoulder on the doorframe.  He’s not sure if Blaine even believes his half-truth that is the stomach ache excuse, so he simply shrugs a little and let’s him talk. Just what exactly did Blaine think hiding in the bathroom meant though?  “What’s that supposed to mean..?”  Kurt asked before shaking his head a little and dismissing it.  “Whatever- It’ll pass, really.  Is passing, I just need to sit down for a little while and eat something simple maybe.”  ‘And sleep for a year or so.’ 

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“Just that–yep.  Okay.  Ignoring it.  Moving on,” he lifted his hands waving off the answer to Kurt’s question and dismissing it quickly.  Blaine didn’t move to follow him at first, choosing to lean against the doorframe and cross his arms over his chest as he studied the other boy. Kurt’s pallor along was worrying.  For someone who was naturally ivory skinned–the hollows of his eyes were dark enough that Blaine kept glancing towards his cheekbones trying to gauge just how bad off he was.  Because Kurt wasn’t giving up that information without a certain amount of Blaine catching the hint that he wanted him to stop pestering him about how he was feeling. Probably only made him feel worse.  –I just want you to feel better.  Seeing you like this makes me..  It just–makes me want to take it away.– Blaine nodded and turned his attention towards his slippers.  Better to watch his feet than keep obviously staring when he knew how worried he must look.  Or mulling over why he always felt horrible seeing someone under the weather but with Kurt?  It was ten times as bad.  “I can get you some crackers and ginger ale if that’ll help. Curl up in bed and rest?  I’ll be back before you know it.”

oh no!

The idea had come to him during French class, and Kurt had asked to be excused and made his way to the bathroom to put up his ‘masterpiece’. Maybe, he thought to himself, if the popular boy saw the creation and asked around about it, he’d actually talk to someone unpopular like Kurt. ‘Blaine Anderson likes watching guys’ was as far as he’d gotten so far (he wanted to make the writing beautiful and perfect, after all), as he was suddenly interrupted.

Jumping, he dropped the marker and nearly face-planted into the wall as he scrambled to get up off the floor where he was sitting. “I-I… I didn’t… I just… I mean… I-It…” He babbled rapidly, his face turning a bright red color as he turned to face Blaine, shrinking back against the wall a bit. “I didn’t… you weren’t supposed to see….” He managed out, “I… you like…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it, stumbling over his words.

Hazel eyes went round as saucers.  Both hands jerked up from where they were loosely crossed over his chest as Kurt sprang up and almost knocked his face into the wall. Oh no!  In a rush, he lunged forward to keep him from eating plaster but Kurt caught himself at the last second. Before he turned–Blaine was closer but his hands were back in his personal bubble, fingers cocked at awkward angles hinted he was just about to catch the other boy.  Seeing Kurt so scared?  Making him read it wasn’t as funny as Blaine thought.  Sure, Kurt might a little embarrassed but he’d hoped they could laugh at the irony of him walking in when Kurt was–well–DaVinci’ng his name on the wall.  Nothing this extreme.

Good intentions, as they say.  Damn it, this wasn’t supposed to be the epitome of that. “Kurt..breathe,” yes he knew the boy’s name–surprising as that might be.  But there was a reason.  As far as surprises for Kurt today?  He probably had enough of those to last a lifetime. Oops.  Again.  “I-,” he tried to smile gently and speak softly to soothe him.  “You don’t have to read it.  It’s okay.” Then a thought crossed his mind, attention drawn to the half-done sentence.  –Or maybe it’s not.  Guess it depends on how you were going to finish that?–  Now? He was confused. “Unless–um–I did something I’m not aware of?”  Who was the one struggling to talk this time?

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kurt.

Kurt could feel Blaine’s presence before he spoke.  He’s fairly certain that it had less to do with instincts and more with being the only one in the room before then, and sensing another person’s mood suddenly.

He smiled softly over his shoulder, eyes on Blaine.  It was only for a few seconds really, but he was still taking in the company.  Kurt turned back to the stove before speaking.  “Good.  Eggs are almost done and there’s some waffles on the counter already.  And more batter but I figured I’d wait for you first.”  A moment later he was turning off the stove and scraping the eggs onto plate and setting it aside.

Kurt turned and leaned back on the counter, hands behind him, fingers curling around the edge.  This was unfamiliar territory, but he was happier.  Maybe in a more nostalgic than simple way, but happy none the less.

Blaine pushed off the corner crossing his arms loosely as he walked to the small kitchen nook while watching Kurt fill the plate with eggs. A rumble in his stomach pulled his attention towards the plate of waffles. “They look amazing.  Thank you.  You really went all out and the aspirin is working wonders.  I guess I can regret last night a little less than I did a half an hour ago,” he grinned guiltily at Kurt now that he’d turned to lean on the counter not more than a few feet from where Blaine stood.

“Most of it anyway..  I’m sorry about the texts.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t drunk enough to erase those out of my brain,” he laughed because that was the easiest thing to do, eyes pinched together and teeth flashing bright white.  An embarrassed at himself sort of chuckle that was meant to keep the mood light and Kurt looking as happy as he did right then.

Palming over the back of his neck–Blaine swung his hand towards the counter and then let the momentum carry him into motion.  The space between them was gone.  Blaine stopped beside Kurt looking away and down at the plates and silverware before grabbing some and stabbing a waffle with his fork  “Hope you’re planning on eating?  This is a lot of food.”.

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kurt.

“Yeah, we’re fine.” he responded, even though he felt as if something was wrong. His teeth dug into his lower lip before nodding. “Excellent because I need to get out of this place.” He glanced around the hallway  before looking back at him. “We can go to the new cafe down the street, or we could go to the Lima Bean again. Personally, I’d rather go to the new cafe, but that’s totally your call.”

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Seeing Kurt mirror him and bite on his own lip–Blaine studied him closely and used the edge of his thumb to trace a small circle against the side of Kurt’s hand.  They were fine.  Kurt just said so.  Why didn’t things feel fine?  Was it just him?  Sighing softly as he let it go out of worry that if he brought it up again and things were fine that they wouldn’t be fine after–Blaine leaned in and touched their foreheads together before inching up to peck Kurt’s forehead. “Cafe sounds great. Getting tired of the Lima Bean or deciding to be adventurous? Because we can hit up Starbucks tomorrow morning if you really want to,” he grinned letting the subject stay changed as he waited for Kurt to start leading them down the hall if he was ready.

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😳

Less “meet cute.”  More “meet ugly.”
32. – My muse catches your muse writing something about them on a bathroom wall.  @yuffieindierps (Kurt)

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Blaine leaned against the cold tile of the bathroom wall not more than two feet from where Kurt–with marker in hand–was apparently too busy to notice he walked inside just as he was finishing up his ‘masterpiece’.  “Excuse me?  I couldn’t help noticing an artist at work.  Especially when I think that’s my name written in your latest creation.  Would you mind reading me the rest outloud?  Sorry, I can’t make out the details from here,” he totally could but the grin on his mouth and the twinkle in his eye said that he wasn’t about to admit to it.

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kurt.

“Noted.”  He said, amused.  With a soft smile and eye roll that Blaine probably wouldn’t see, Kurt folded his arms and cocked his hip, the comment ‘be careful what you wish for’ dying before he even parted his lips.  It was probably best not to make demon jokes yet, especially since he hadn’t yet explained that he himself did have another body now.  Later.

“Don’t worry about it.  I was waiting for you anyway.”  He explained simply and turned to leave the room.  “I’ll be in the kitchen when you don’t smell like that anymore.”  He added with a wave of his hand over his shoulder.

It was a little strange navigating around Blaine’s kitchen, as it wasn’t something he got to do often before either.  He made do though, humming as he cooked.

‘I was waiting for you anyway.’

Blaine couldn’t help the brief pause of his quiet, protesting groans when he heard Kurt’s, simple to him but not-so-simple to Blaine, reply.  Olive fingers gripped the comforter tight, golden hazel eyes fixed firmly on an invisible forever found inside the woodgrain of the floor.  He tried to swallow the way his heart skipped a beat to chase down the question that was on the tip of his tongue.  It shouldn’t be said, shouldn’t see the light of day.  So, it was stuffed away and blocked with a nod.  Or so he pretended because it was easier that way.

He was smiling when he glanced back up again but Kurt disappeared into the hallway before he could see it.  His face was stuck like that in spite of the room going in a swirl as he stood up and quickly went for the bathroom to get a shower.

Appearing in the doorway to the kitchen as fast as taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his hair and throwing on a crimson pullover, Dalton hoodie and cuffed jeans would let him, he leaned on the corner and rested his head against the wall watching the young man with a quiet observation broken up by a soft whisper, “You..um.”  A bashful smile. A pair of furrowed brows. He switched course.  “Look like you haven’t lost your knack for cooking.  Smells great.  Didn’t think I’d be able to eat after last night but my stomach says different.”