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Kinda Fun

kurt.

Despite the things he hadn’t fully expected, and the process it took to get this far, he didn’t have any doubts.  Regrets?  Maybe that he didn’t tell anyone anything other than he was with a friend that they didn’t know.  Maybe that he didn’t end things with Blaine before leaving- only to keep him from holding on to someone keeping secrets and changing like Kurt had.  The question caught him off a little bit, though he’s not sure why it would.

“Yeah.  I can’t say I recommend it or anything, but I’m happy.  Besides,”  Lightening the tone to the best of his ability, Kurt sat back and sipped his coffee.  “I think we both knew I was always meant to be powerful.”  He jokes.  Eyes turned back to his plate to pick another bite onto his fork, soft smile turning into a grin as he says, “And who knew being dead would make me feel more alive.”  Another joke but maybe not the best one.  Oliver would laugh at it, but that just goes to show how much time they’ve spent together if Kurt was making jokes like him.

Careful what you ask for.  What you get might not be exactly what you want.  And here we are. Blaine digested the answer with the nod and a smile in spite of the fact that what Kurt said was, deep down, what he wanted to hear.  “That’s great!  I’m glad you are.  You were meant to be something big.  I’ll always agree to that.”  But?  At surface was greedy enough to wish that some form of regret would tint Kurt’s reply with the opposite.  Kurt being happy was all that truly mattered to him.  And if Kurt was happy?  More alive?  Then he was going to have to deal with that.  Regardless of the fact that he might not be wasn’t.

Okay!  Enough question and answer!  Blaine finished up the last of his breakfast and tip toed off the counterstool and landed on the balls of his feet with a light bounce.  “That was amazing. Thank you,” a gentle squeeze to Kurt’s shoulder and he gathered up his plate.  His mug was taken along for the ride back to the sink for a pitstop back at the coffee machine.  After the abrupt awakening?  He could definitely use more than just one.  “Can I get you another?”  And the transition away from the topic was nearly complete.  All he had to do was wait for Kurt to let it happen.  “A lot’s changed since you’ve been here last,” that was better than saying you left.  “I feel like I should catch you up but it’s pretty boring in comparison. I’m sure.”

Kinda Fun

kurt.

“I’m stronger, to start.  My senses are better too. Touch, smell, taste, everything.”  He feels like he should avoid the worst of it.  He also feels the need to be honest.  It’s conflicting, but in the end he has to cut to the chase, doesn’t he?  “Instincts are different.  Different food, different feelings, different thoughts sometimes, way different pain tolerance- it’s… Honestly? Almost everything feels different, but not in a bad way just..”  He shrugs.  He’s not sure his body is even his anymore; not when his blood will turn black if he bleeds.  No need to get bitter on Blaine though, so he continues to speak lightly, casually.

“Don’t need as much sleep either as long as I eat enough.”  Starve quick, but heal fast.  An interesting kind of design.  Everything about them was designed to revolve around food, it seemed.  Stronger skin, better sense, better strength, perfect for fighting and maintained by souls.  It created a loop.  Unaware of his own train of thought drifting so badly, Kurt sits quiet and still for a moment before glancing back to Blaine.

Blaine didn’t realize when he began to do it.  But as Kurt explained more about his situation and the differences between then–.  Don’t think too much about then.  You promised yourself you wouldn’t the second you sat down for breakfast.  Try sticking to it this time?  For more than five minutes.  And now?  He began to try and spot them physically.  To see a solid, real anything that he could look at and focus on and say to himself that –Yes.  That’s it.  I’ve never seen this before.– That was safer and less disturbing than what Kurt showed him the night he came back. Hazel eyes darted from Kurt’s hair to his cheekbones, mouth and fingers.  One tangible thing–that’s all he wanted.

Was he searching with purposefully blind eyes?  Leave it to him to do something like that considering who it was he was looking at.  But–he just couldn’t see it.  Or didn’t want to see it even though he was looking?  Who knew? Nothing about this was normal. Yet they were doing one of the most mundane things people could do together. Eating waffles and sipping juice. The contrast made him dizzy but he kept up anyway nodding when appropriate and eating between stares.  When their gazes met–Blaine realized he hadn’t said a word during the entire explanation.  A flush of color heated his cheeks, his mouth opened but then closed with a smile and he was the one to look away with a staggered, jerky shift of his focus down to his fork.  “Are you happy with it,” he asked thoughtlessly and swallowed more juice before looking back into the forever blue of Kurt’s eyes.  “Are you okay with everything?”

Kinda Fun

kurt.

Kurt smiles a little softly.  If anything, Blaine was trustworthy.  He knew that.  He was also more forgiving than he should be of Kurt, but that was neither here nor there as far as Kurt’s concerned.  It wasn’t a matter of whether or not he could trust his family, it was a matter of how they would look at him.  How dangerous it might be to tell them.  What happens when someone is stressed and worried and lets it slip what he was?  They’d look insane.  Or he would, if the fact he said it first came out as well.  Not that he would be fine with Blaine in such a scenario, but he trusts him not to say a word no matter what.  Finn might do it.  He doesn’t want to ask Burt not to tell Carole or vise versa, and he’s not positive what she would do either.  Maybe this all has ruined his trust in people.

He chuckles at the joke and maintains his smile despite Blaine’s next question.  “The distance we’re allowed is pretty far already.  Another week or so and I can leave the state if I wanted.  He’s not lurking around the neighborhood I promise.”  He says it lightly, taking another bite.  “I wouldn’t trust him not to barge in here thinking he’s funny.”  Kurt rolls his eyes.

Making Kurt laugh any amount filled Blaine with more joy than anything he could think of.  That was always the case.  Now that he was back and with all that happened since then and before? It meant even more to him than it did when they first met and he went to any length he had to just to see Kurt’s face and eyes come to life with laughter and a smile.  He watched him like it was the first time and the last time it would happen, gaze dancing from Kurt’s blue eyes to his smile and back.  It made the ache in his belly that his question killed his appetite with ebb just enough that taking another bite was impossible to turn away.

Was it misplaced hope and relief that he received that answer with?  He couldn’t help feeling both.  He did.  Both rushed in removing layers of bricks he felt on his shoulders that were becoming impossibly harder to bear the weight of.  “Really,” he asked with a rising pitch to his voice he wished wasn’t there.  He swallowed it down with more breakfast and a hearty gulp of orange juice.  Exhaling through his nose and letting his head tilt to the side–he tried to sound as casual as possible.  “What’s it like?  How you are now.  What’s different?  Besides the obvious.”


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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?”

Kinda Fun

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?

Kinda Fun

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.”.

Kinda Fun

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.”

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.”