kurt.
Of course. He didn’t really expect any different from this guy; private school in Westerville, of course his family was loaded. Kurt still felt both out of place and not. These kinds of neighborhoods, the elegant life were in his daydreams. He’s pretty sure now it was too far out of reach even if he does get to do something he genuinely liked after high school. He’ll be one of those broke artists or something akin to it, drawing up fancy designs and – provided that doesn’t tank – coming home to a dingy apartment with leaky pipes after a fashion show.
Kurt nods and follows Blaine out of the car and up to the door. Until moving he almost forgot how tired he and his body were. Delightful. “Anyone…Is there anyone else here?”
“No. My Dad is away on business and my mom is probably still at another retreat. Honestly, it gets a little too hard to keep track when she’s coming back or leaving again sometimes. They’re..well…them.” Heat burst over the bridge of his nose as the olive tones of his skin ran red at his answer. People who knew him rarely asked if his parents were there or not anymore. More often than not? The answer was no. They were going through a rough spot (he didn’t like to think very hard on the reasons why) and escape was better than actually talking to each other, Blaine figured. She’d be home in a few days if he remembered right. His Dad? A month in the Philippines was dwindling down to a week or so and –without a doubt– the house would feel quieter with three people there than it was with only him.
An insert of the key and a turn of the wrist later–Blaine opened the door to the dimly lit foyer. One sconce didn’t do much to chase away the darkness of the house. Leading Kurt inside, Blaine continued to bring the house to lift with light after light being switched on all the way to the stairs. “I’ve got some first aid things in my bathroom and you can take a shower if you want. That’s not weird to offer is it,” he asked with a scrunch of his nose as he started up the stairs. “I can find you clean clothes.” Laughing as his head sagged forward, he mumbled loud enough for Kurt to hear but it was a mumble nonetheless. “And that’s not even weirder at all.”
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