Kinda Fun

kurt.

“Anywhere.” Honestly, sometimes Kurt was surprised he wasn’t claustrophobic. Then again the room before was pretty spacious.

He sighed softly. Aside from the nightmares or moments like this where he was reflecting on it, he wasn’t really affected at all. He was tougher, that’s for sure. Maybe there was a bit of a problem with listening to others as well, but what was expected when he was locked up and having to listen to a smug bastard to live? Now that he was back and living again – no pun intended – he wasn’t listening to anyone or staying inside longer than he was comfortable. Closed spaces were pretty obnoxious.

A smile made it’s way onto Kurt’s face as Blaine continued on about his food. He started helping in the kitchen when he was six and cooking when he was eight- his food had better be good. “Need any help in here? If not I’m going to go dig through your kitchen and start.” Blaine was a bright sort of prescience, always has been to Kurt. “Speaking of which, if I make waffles and eggs are you going to throw up?”

“Not gonna throw up if you don’t mention throwing up ever again, Kurt.” From his mini-ball on the bed–Blaine waved frantically trying to shoo the word from his vocabulary. No. He never wanted to hear the phrase throw up in his whole life. Or alcohol. Though wasn’t that the lament of anyone who was currently in his position? Either figuratively or–hunched over on all fours (if you count bent elbows and knees)–literally?

“I’m okay. I just need a shower and a new body. A new body would be great but a shower is going to have to do,” he groaned as he stretched out and uncurled from his ball to first–his knees and then a scoot, scoot turn had him sitting on the edge of the bed with his toes tapping the floor like he was testing the theory of standing up working with wobbly knees and legs. Fisting two balls of his comforter in his palms–his gaze shifted towards Kurt, eyes blinking large as he finally took in the full view of him.

“Thank you for–this,” he decided to dump everything he wanted to say into something easier to swallow. Unlike the pills he dry mouthed until he remembered the water. “Um–just–thanks.”

kurt.

“Good enough.” He muttered, reaching for the glove box to dig out the pills. Kurt forced two down his throat. He shifted in the seat a little to try and get more comfortable, though it wasn’t the easiest feat.

He should really thank Blaine for this. He realizes that he hasn’t given any indication to who did this to him, and absently wonders why Blaine is helping when for all he knows, Kurt could be being chased by an angry drug dealer.

Kurt was quiet during the drive to the store, thinking of what he should say to Blaine and what he was going to tell his family later. Finn knew about his sneaking out and probably had several decent guesses as to what he did all the time, but this time he just missed dinner and wasn’t going to be back by morning even. His parents were as completely in the dark as they could be, and Kurt was going to come stumbling home the next day after sleeping in a near-stranger’s home because he got in trouble with the wrong kind of people. Fantastic.

When Blaine came back Kurt looked into the bag curiously before Blaine took something out and and motioned for him. “Did you get donuts?” He asked as he leaned over. Eating didn’t sound particularly appealing at this point, but it was sort of amusing.

Blaine settled in and watched Kurt as he leaned close. “Sorry..” His fingers momentarily fumbled with the wipe and almost dropped it but after a quick cinch of his teeth and an apologetically wide smile–Blaine covered the tip of his finger with it and press the edge to Kurt’s nose.

A gentle touch slid up the bridge of it–Blaine was careful with every inch he covered all the way to Kurt’s forehead. The wipe came away dirty enough that he tossed it into the bag and grabbed another one before letting it hover by Kurt’s cheek next. “Did that hurt? Does this feel okay? I just thought–um.” Nerves had him catching the corner of his bottom lip with his tongue so he could pull it between his teeth and smile around the bite.

There was no intention behind it–other than to get Kurt cleaner and more comfortable. Make sure any cuts on his skin were wiped down so they didn’t get infected or sorer. Oh. Donuts. Hazel eyes glanced slowly down at the bag and he pinched his lips together in a small smirk of embarrassment.

“I was sort of in a rush to get back here and..hey..they were right there and I thought you’d be hungry..? Maybe? Um–,” a quiet chuckle lit up his gaze and made the corners of his eyes crinkle, “Yes. I got donuts.” Donuts, Blaine? Really? He was hurrying–okay?!

Kinda Fun

kurt.

Kurt’s gaze lingered on the photos. He wasn’t surprised that Blaine kept them. It’s been a while since he saw them himself though. Kurt hadn’t really packed mementoes when he left home, and when he decided he was leaving with Oliver he felt a knot in his chest when he spotted pictures in his own room and opted to tuck them away while he paced about. Now he let out a small sigh and turned back to Blaine.

Kurt made a face and handed him the glass. “You could’ve waited until you had the water so you wouldn’t taste them like that.” Another glance around and Kurt couldn’t help it- he picked up the scattered bits of clothing, stacked neatly any books that weren’t open. “I don’t know what your recovery time is so I have you have some good sunglasses- we’re going out in a while.” Probably not until the afternoon. “I’m going to make breakfast but I am so done with being cooped up in one place.” He explained lightly. He started going outside periodically after the first three months, give or take a week, and by now he could go where he pleased so long as he told Oliver the general area just in case of distance being too much, but there had been limitations for so long he was having trouble sitting still. He knows it was for his safety – his and other’s – but he couldn’t help but be uncomfortable with some familiarities to that time.

Blaine tried so hard to keep as much of the blanket around his face that he could for as long as possible. Sitting up made that increasingly difficult. Opting for the semi-on-elbows and knees curly ball might’ve compromised what dignity he had but it proved that he hadn’t lost his bendy self on the months he stopped performing at least! “Tastes like chalk but I don’t care. Burned most of my tastebuds off last night.” And the covers stayed on enough that he was sort of resembling a one man blanket loaf which suited his needs just fine. Grateful for both, he lifted his hand and dipped down to meet the rim of the glass.

After Criss Angel-ing the entire contents while Kurt cleaned up his clothing trail–Blaine sat the empty glass on the nightstand and curled back up not really moving from his huddle because moving ~~sort of~~ definitely sucked. “Going out? Going out where,” he asked but it was clear that he was immediately interested in spending the day with Kurt. His voice brightened. Becoming less of a groan and more excitedly awake. Suffering through the sunshine would be worth it if he got to be near him. “Got the sunglasses, duh,” he teased trying to will away the spinning that wouldn’t quit. Food? Normally with this bad of a hangover? Food was the last thing he wanted–but Kurt’s cooking? There was no way he’d turn that down. God. How long had it been since he had it? Forever. “Oh, please, food. Yes. Your food. I don’t care where we’re going as long as the day starts there.” So said the hidden voice finally throwing off the covers to reveal its owner. Step One of getting out of bed? Done! All he had to do next was move!

kurt.

Kurt would laugh given another situation Blaine was fumbling around his much, but he couldn’t think of one comment to make none the less bring up a chuckle. When the door was left cracked open Kurt went ahead and shut it while Blaine made his way around. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip – surprisingly not swollen, thanks to there only been two blows to the head in the haste – instead of biting it. “Not home.” He looked out the windshield, eventually at some of the drops of water running down it. Kurt shrugged. “No where else to go.” The only people he might trust with this were few, his last resort would have been Finn if not for home meaning parents, and he didn’t know where the two others lived. He has no doubt none of them would be helpful other than warming him up and keeping their mouths shut but that’s probably all he can ask for right now. Great.

He wants to ask why go through the trouble, but instead he fumbles. “Yours. I don’t… There’s no where else.” He spared another glanced to Blaine then. With a heavy sigh, Kurt drew his knees to his chest and raked a hand through his hair. He’d say more, but only opens and closes his mouth a few times silently.

Nowhere else to go? The idea that Kurt had no one to rely on other than a stranger who bought him coffee and parents he’d rather be avoiding for obvious reasons right now made Blaine’s stomach sink. He wasn’t going to sit there and analyze why he’d have such a reaction for someone he barely knew, however. They had a long ride ahead of them of Kurt was going with him to Westerville. A pit stop halfway at a convenience store would get Kurt what he needed to make due. There was nothing in the car but some Tylenol in the glove compartment would have to do until they got home. “Mine then. But you need to settle in. Try to relax. Get rest because have a drive ahead. I’ll make sure you get home whenever you want. There’s some pills in the glove box. I don’t have anything to wash them down with but if you hurt bad enough? I guess you won’t really care.” He smiled apologetically anyway. Dry pills weren’t the most tasty but they’d take the edge off any pain Kurt might be feeling.

The store was a thirty minute drive by the speed Blaine was driving–thankfully no cops because explaining a ticket to his parents would not be appreciated. Even if he left out he was doing it because there was a beat up guy in his car. Blaine was in and out in a rush carrying two boxes of antiseptic hand wipes, some Gatorade in the flavor mint green–they all tasted the same. Crackers, donuts and other items he hastily snatched. All of them were placed on Kurt’s lap in a plastic bag. “I got whatever. Probably some things that make no sense too.” Deft fingers flicked the overhead light on. He rustled through the bag grabbing the wipes and turned to face Kurt motioning him near. “Come here a second. Please?”

Kinda Fun

kurt.

“You don’t even know what I would do.” Kurt mused, a grin pulling at his lips. He couldn’t help but be amused at once again not being the one hung over. “Here,” He set the aspirin in Blaine’s palm and waited for him to realize he might need to sit up to get any water to go along with them.

In all honesty, he isn’t entirely sure how he feels about being around Blaine again. It will probably be easier when they’re both up and about. For now he’s not sure how this is going to go. It felt similar to last time, but calmer. It helped that he could see how different Blaine was feeling compared to before when he was radiating a mess. Other than that though… It wasn’t quite like he remembered. No parents to worry about or dramatic friends, Kurt didn’t even quite look like he used to, and sympathy was harder to access despite having more knowledge of hangovers now. Between one or two nights as a human with Oliver, and again once he was functioning more normally again, Kurt has removed his title of designated driver. On the bright side, the sped healing made it much harder to get drunk and removed most all potential hangover; his body would be healed by the time morning rolled around. And yet, Kurt still wasn’t much for regularly drinking. Regardless, the point was that he couldn’t bring himself to feel any different than he did at the moment- detached in a way, like this wont last or isn’t really real yet. So as he glanced around the room once more, he was just trying to notice any changes made.

“I don’t wanna know what you’d do if that was your opening act,” he groaned. Blaine clutched the pills like they were a rope tossed to a drowning man but so far? Made no inclination that he was willing to move from his hiding spot. Kurt came to him. Whiled tucked away underneath the pillow–hangover or not–he stole those precious few moments to digest the idea now that he was more awake. Kurt was here. Of his own free will. No doubt to check up on him after that horrid string of texts that Blaine drunkenly sent but wasn’t so wasted at that point that he was given the gift of forgetting. This means something. Doesn’t it? Was it some masochistic streak that he couldn’t shake that had his heart leaping in his chest when he allowed himself to answer that question with a ‘yes’? Maybe. But he couldn’t help himself from feeling so anyway.

His room was pretty much the same. A little in disarray from the string of clothes that ran from the door to his bed. A tie tossed at the beginning, a cardigan followed and socks, shoes, belt being the last pieces of clothing at the foot of his bed. He slept in the rest. There were other small changes dotted about. Dalton books scattered on his desk. His blazer hung on the back of his chair with a tie folded neatly on top of the lapel. There was one thing that remained unchanging, unmoving in spite of his parents efforts to get him to put them away after a month or two because he ‘deserved to give himself a break’. Every photo of the two of them together that they’d either picked out matching frames for. Or his favorite ones of Kurt he’d framed himself? Those were precisely where he’d placed them. His dresser, the desk, his bed stand. Refusing to let them out of his sight–they remained. Finally, the bed creaked underneath his shifting weight as he slowly sat up and let the pillow fall away. Tired, squinted eyes glanced up at Kurt as he shoved the pills in his mouth and held them with his tongue. “Water, please?”

Open!

kurt.

Kurt shifted to gently grab his lovers hand, a subtle smile playing on his lips. “Hey. You have nothing to worry about, okay? I still love you and I still really want to be with you. So much, it’s even scary at times. It’s just.. my boss has me running around like a chicken without a head, I barely even have time to think straight.” A short pause plauged his words. He pursed his lips as his brain scrambled to find the words to fill this newly found awkward silence. “Do you want to go grab some lunch? My treat.”

Blaine glances down as Kurt laces their fingers together and he feels like his heart is about to burst at the seams. Or finish falling until it bleeds through his shoes and he’s standing on it. White teeth bite into his lip and worry against it. A small nod echoes Kurt’s reassurance and he briefly glances up so their eyes can make contact. “So–. We’re okay,” his question’s breathed with a voice that’s unsure and hesitant. Seeming to change gears at the mention of lunch together–Blaine paints a smile in place and squeezes the delicate hand in his grip. “Yeah-yeah. Lunch would be great.” Getting out of here and them having room to breathe? Even better.

kurt.

Kurt chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I’m not that bad. I may have confiscated something to get him to stop though.” He said idly poking at his hair as if he actually needed to make sure it was in place. Although he does realize now that it’s been brought up that he didn’t give it back before leaving… “I think I’ll keep my game obsessed brother, wow.” He smiled, leaning on his elbows on the counter. From what he’s heard, Cooper reminded him of Rachel. He has no doubt she’s binge-watched numerous shows and films while ‘playing’ at least one character. Those two probably shouldn’t meet..

Kurt propped his chin in his palm and watched Blaine move around. As much as he liked peace and quiet from time to time, sharing the morning with someone was nice. Especially when the weather was pleasant and the company was even better. Syrup dotted on his nose was just ridiculous. “Wh-” Blinking, Kurt quickly wiped it off on the side of his hand and chuckled. “You’re a dork.” He shook his head. “And I’m sticky now.”

Kurt’s cute reaction was well worth whatever trouble he was going to get into for making his nose all maple syrup sticky but–hang on? Did he just think the name Kurt and the word cute together? Yeah. He did. Time to segway into the topic of–. Hold the press! Dork?!?! “I’m a what–a dork? Did you seriously call me a dork?? Least I’m a dork that fixes his mess,” Blaine snagged onto playful banter and prayed whatever thoughts he had a couple seconds ago didn’t play out on his expression. Or not go completely blank in the face over the fact that he instinctively licked the tip of his thumb and..re-boop!

Onto Kurt’s nose it went to swipe any left over stickiness off before he jammed it between his own lips to get the sticky off his thumb too. Did he seriously just do–yeah. The thumb he went crossed eyed to stare at sticking in his mouth was living proof. Stuttering out of his daze, Blaine pulled his thumb free and swung both hands up shoulder high. “How about that breakfast? Um–,” a turn left. A turn right. Oh! Stove that way! “One that isn’t smeared all over your nose. I promise. Coming right up!”

kurt.

Kurt would laugh given another situation Blaine was fumbling around his much, but he couldn’t think of one comment to make none the less bring up a chuckle. When the door was left cracked open Kurt went ahead and shut it while Blaine made his way around. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip – surprisingly not swollen, thanks to there only been two blows to the head in the haste – instead of biting it. “Not home.” He looked out the windshield, eventually at some of the drops of water running down it. Kurt shrugged. “No where else to go.” The only people he might trust with this were few, his last resort would have been Finn if not for home meaning parents, and he didn’t know where the two others lived. He has no doubt none of them would be helpful other than warming him up and keeping their mouths shut but that’s probably all he can ask for right now. Great.

He wants to ask why go through the trouble, but instead he fumbles. “Yours. I don’t… There’s no where else.” He spared another glanced to Blaine then. With a heavy sigh, Kurt drew his knees to his chest and raked a hand through his hair. He’d say more, but only opens and closes his mouth a few times silently.

Unlike his parents most of the time? His aunt and uncle that he stayed with for the weekend were home. Showing up in the late evening with a broken and battered boy who looked like Kurt wouldn’t go over well.

He knew his mom was due back today and if she made it? After the drive it’d take to get back to Westerville–she’d be long asleep and there wouldn’t be any waking her up. Blaine couldn’t take his concerned gaze off Kurt’s profile as he tried to think of the possibilities they had–checking out each bruise that he could see from his hands up wishing he had the power to fix him right then and there so he wouldn’t be hurting anymore. Because? Even if Kurt was trying to pass himself off as being okay–he had to be in pain. A heavy sigh warmed the air and Blaine nodded. Left with no other way out? Kurt was coming home with him. With either a blessing of an empty house and an apology voicemail on his phone–there was none, he’d have noticed–or the magic of Ambien? It was their safest and least possibility for him getting caught option.

“Sure. We can go to my house. Did they hurt your head? Do I need to keep you awake? Or can you get some sleep,” he asked as he finally forced himself to focus on driving and steered onto the street leading towards the highway. They could stop at a convenience store along the way and he’d be able to get him a drink, some aspirin and a few other things to make him more comfortable. That was a lot of questions but they were sort of necessary and if they were going to spend that much time together in the car? Sitting in silence trying to figure out what the hell happened to him or how worried he had to be besides what he could see for himself was only going to make this situation even more awkward.

meme continuation. @angelfacedhummel

kurt.

“What are you doing?” Kurt chuckled. He was texting Blaine before the drive back to Dalton, and this seemed to be the price to pay for complaining. He was cold and more awake than earlier but curling up with some hot chocolate wouldn’t be unwelcome, he thought before he was wrapped up in Blaine’s arms and a blanket five minutes after getting to their room.

Blaine had everything waiting. A delighted grin painted on his lips, scrunching the corners of his eyes. No matter what he did? Wiping it off was impossible. Two mugs of hot chocolate sat on the table beside his bed. A thick fluffy blanket he brought from home months ago was waiting. Kurt barely kicked his shoes off and settled in before his softly whispered, “Hey. Told you I was going to make sure you got warmed up,” ended with Kurt being pulled to the bed and brought down. The blanket burrito wrapped both of them. Problem? His arms were occupied and the hot chocolate was way out of reach. Or would require him to let go of Kurt which he wasn’t willing to do. Nope. Solution? “You’re going to have to get the hot chocolate if you want it. Can’t reach. Don’t want to reach. Too comfy where I am.”

Kinda Fun

kurt.

Kurt blinked when Blaine yelled, taking a few steps back just to be safe as he watched the other scramble about for a moment. “It was a little funny though.” He said softly, a smile pulling at his lips. “I’ll get you an aspirin and some water.” He’d clue him in now except, well, the least he could do was let Blaine loose some of the ache and gain some more consciousness before too much conversation took place. He knew Blaine’s house still, so the time it takes him to find what he needs is really just to look around. Last time he saw Blaine it was at Dalton where nothing changed but the students. He supposed it wasn’t likely that anything in the house had changed either, but he still wanted to take his time a little bit. He’d start a pot of coffee while he’s at it too.

Kurt tries not to feel too nostalgic here, but he can’t help the small sighs and soft smiles. When he returns to Blaine’s room it’s with a glass of water and two aspirins as promised. “If you’re falling asleep then I have every intention of waking you up in worse ways.” He says as he enters the room. Granted, he’s used to waking up Oliver, who would need at least ten alarms before he stopped hitting the snooze button if he had anything specific to wake up for. There were only a few ways to get Kurt quiet however, and mornings are usually much more of a fight with them than it was with Blaine. Of course, comparing those two was like comparing night and day- a strangely fitting analogy for them actually.

“Funny?! How was that funny,” Blaine grabbed hold of the pillow and pulled it over his head shutting out the light in the room and giving a buffer to any background noise other than Kurt’s voice. “That would be great. Thank you,” his tone softened and he managed to smile in spite of the knives stabbing into his temples that happened in one explosion of ache. Yeah–bad life choices that were his own undoing? He swore to himself it’d be the last time he put himself through this hell. Just like every other regretful, hungover poor bastard come sunrise. If his head would stop spinning long enough? There might be enough umph! in him to come out from his hiding spot and give that curve of his lips to Kurt’s back as he walked out of the room but so far? Not going to happen. Aspirin and water could draw him out. No doubt about that. Until then? Kurt deserved the company of Blaine’s hidden face and legs helplessly squirming to get comfortable after they tried to kick the pain away to no avail.

One thing stuck in his mind though. Enough that he might consider the headache and nausea a small price to pay for. His house was locked for the night, he didn’t expect it–might’ve hoped for it in vain but definitely not expected Kurt to show up in the morning. But he was here and that meant so much more than Blaine’s common sense told him he should let it. Preaching to the choir. A silly saying considering the circumstances and who they revolved around but–that’s what it was when it came to his heart feeling a bit lighter and–no. He needed a distraction and the throbbing in his head was waiting in the background to give him one with a vengeance level dosage. “Oh God–don’t. I don’t want to know what could be worse than that,” he mumbles after a small startle from his stillness at the sound of Kurt’s voice. Without retracting from his pillow cover–Blaine jutted out his hand, palm up, and waved his fingers frantically for the Aspirin. “Please tell me you found it?”