kurt.

Shit. This wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go. Kurt looked up at Blaine from where he was sat on the floor and felt an embarrassed blush rise on his cheeks. This didn’t look bizarre at all… “Um..” His eyes flickered between his roommate and the still burning feather between his fingers- Kurt blew out that flame first, followed by the candle.

Thank god he wasn’t doing anything actually important…

“I’m- it’s nothing! Really just something to um…” Nope, no excuses come to mind. An odd smelling candle sure, but using it to burn things, the straw sitting beside him waiting to be added to the flame, the little white notebook open with instructions, not so much. “I got nothing.” His shoulders dropped and he sighed. Kurt started to pick up his supplies, nerves just concealed while he pulls out the drawer under his bed, moves the folded blanket sitting on top to reveal the rest of his various herbs and candles and rocks, and puts away what can be used later.

Oh it looked very bizarre. That was for certain. The look of stunned, awkward ‘what did I just walk in on?’ on Blaine’s face said it all. He was trying to piece together the scene and make some sort of sense of it. Bewilderedly looking from object to object as Kurt scrambled to blow out the candle–he paused to give the panicked boy a flick of a glance. Seriously? What did he just walk in on?

Was he practicing voodoo or witchcraft or something?

“Something to—what exactly,” he palmed the look away seeing Kurt deflate and quickly feeling sorry for his initial reaction causing him to feel so self-conscious. Okay, this was weird but he didn’t need to look like he caught Kurt doing anything bad. Because this wasn’t bad, was it? “Yeah. I got nothing either. Sorry. I just didn’t expect– Wow! That’s a lot of stuff.” Wherever he was going with this, the display that Kurt pulled the blanket away to reveal kind of zapped that thought. Inching closer–Blaine rested his hand on Kurt’s shoulder to get his attention. “So–that’s what that weird smell was,” he gave him a nervous little laugh trying to get the point across to not be so embarrassed. He just had questions is all. But would keep them to himself until Kurt didn’t want to go hide under a rock.

kurt.

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.’

“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.”

puck.

Puck nodded his head and quickly ran over to his truck. Fumbling for his keys, he unlocked the passenger side door and grabbed two water bottles. He had some Advil at his place, which would help Sam with the massive hangover he’d have the next day. Before going back over to his two friends, he locked his truck.

“A-alright, I got two water bottles,” he said, taking a moment to catch his breath once he had ran back over to Blaine and Sam. “One for pukey over there and one for you, Blaine. Have you even had any water tonight?” As irresponsible as Puck appeared to be, he could take care of others if he needed to. He handed one of the bottles to Blaine before opening the other one. “I guess I’ll risk getting thrown up on,” he said with a sigh as he walked closer to Sam. “Okay, bud, I need ya to work with me. I can’t do this by myself,” he told the blond teenager. Bringing the water bottle close to Sam’s lips, he silently cursed when Sam almost fell over. “Sam, open your damn mouth so you can drink some of this water and we can get you inside. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.” Okay, so maybe Sam wasn’t going to be feeling better in the morning, but that was a lie he could live with. Once again, he brought the water bottle to Sam’s lips. A small grin appeared on his face when Sam slightly opened his mouth. The other teen had opened it just enough so that Puck could pour a little bit of water into his mouth. “Well, I guess I’ll be doing this for awhile,” he said, looking over at Blaine. “Sam definitely owes us. Big time.”

“Thanks. I owe you for this,” Blaine shook the water bottle and shrugged thinking back to whether he drank any water for the night or not. “I think there’s water inside vodka isn’t there? I mean..ice is water. So that’s a pretty close second.” Go figure on that rationale. Both palms went up, long fingers pinching the water bottle to keep it from falling as Puck took charge of either drowning Sam or getting him to drink. Blaine stepped back, staggering to a halt against a shrub/bush/whatever that shouldn’t have stopped him. Lucky him? It did. Like Blaine was dumb enough to argue that it should be him that takes Puck’s place on the whole standing in front of a potential volcano of gross? No way in hell was he going to do that. Nope. Nope. Not even close to being not-drunk enough to volunteer for that job. Probably wouldn’t even if he was sober and someone else was going in for the chance but he wasn’t going to focus on that point. If they were all a lot closer? Maybe? He’d helped Nick a time or two when one of the Warblers regretted their life choices. But Sam? He was a great guy.

They were all great guys. Just–hey–they all knew each other much longer than he knew them. By all means–Puck was more than welcome to take this job on. Should they all come to a party at Dalton and one of his friends was reaching scary levels of mumbling under his breath while turning ten different shades of pale green? It’d be his turn. Fair and square. Once Sam was steady and well hydrated–Blaine carefully departed from his new shrub friend and hooked one arm around Sam’s waist again. Just a shoulder into his side before he was steady. No big deal? The blonde laughed for reasons unknown. “We should get him inside while he’s manageable. He sure does owe us,” he held up a finger correcting himself, “More you than me since you’re the risk taker who fed him water. Shall we?” Then used the same finger to point at the apartment complex. Wiggle, wiggle.

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!”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

CUDDLY / PLATONIC-ISH MEMES
@babybadgered

The sound of unpopped corn kernels swirled at the bottom of the bowl. Fate was doing him no favors and made the answer clear before he had the chance to get cute up the fact that–yeah that was an empty bowl–and soften the blow. Oopsie! Hey! It was good and a good distraction from a way too intense movie! “Are we speaking metaphorically–? As in–Did I eat all the popcorn in existence? Or,” Blaine cringed keeping his hand holding the last of the popcorn below the rum like he could magically make more appear if he hovered it there long enough. “Did I eat all of our popcorn? Two way different answers. I’m sure popcorn exists somewhere. In the kitchen might be the closest location. Because if you’re inquiring in the literal sense?” Guilty frown! Guiltier pout! “Then–yes. Yes. I did.”

sam.

“Yeah, well. I been in places I didn’t like before. You’d be surprised what you can get used to, man.” He said with a very small nod. He watched as Blaine gestured around to the table, and throwing out his trash.

“If you’re really sure that it’s not out of your way.” Sam said. He was pretty sure he was over compensating in the whole polite department, manners hadn’t mattered where he was before. But he didn’t want to throw this away. “I’m Sam Temple.”

Once the trash was taken care of, Blaine turned to him with a huffing laugh. “How many places have you been exactly? Sorry. I’ve just always..lived in Ohio. Aside from vacations? This is all I’ve known and not many world travelers pick Lima as their destination to wind up in.” Looking around the sidewalk as they stepped out onto it–Blaine gestured to the people milling about and the scenery surrounding them.

Brick building facades, park benches, a bus stop. Nothing overly spectacular. Warm even homey if you looked at it with fresh eyes probably. But once you see it day or week in and out? It all sort of blends together into old mortar and the same streets going to the same places that you can see even with your eyes shut because they never change. “And, no, it’s not too much trouble. I promise–Sam Temple,” his chin tucked near his collar and a lopsided/happy smirk tugged the corner of his mouth, “A trip to the grocery store isn’t going to ruin my day.”

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.”

kingblaine:

blaine anderson performances – raise your glass

I am convinced that different people bring out different sides of you.

(via fox-corner )

kurt.

He couldn’t stay there forever. Sleeping on the floor sounded easy enough but Kurt was not willing to go to such an extreme, that would just be embarrassing. He scooted aside and opened up the cabinet. ‘What’s wrong’? At the moment he wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep. He still had to change clothes… And answer Blaine. Found the aspirin at least. He slowly rose to his feet and heaved a heavy sigh. He stopped there, leaned on the counter and avoiding his own reflection – he’s positive that he has to look as bad as he feels at the moment – in favor of shaking a few pills out of the little bottle and taking them with some tap water. Kurt cleared his throat before speaking. “Don’t worry. Just a stomach ache.” He said as he finally opened the door.

More silence. Blaine was about ready to take it as a sign to back off when he heard Kurt rustling around. Another concerned glance was aimed at the door before he took a few steps back and loosely crossed his arms over his chest. Still no answer. Picking up his left hand from where it cupped his right elbow, Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and turned around only to pause at the sound of the door opening and Kurt’s voice. Looking back–his same worried expression moved across Kurt’s pallid complexion and dark undereye circles. “Just a stomach ache?” He gave Kurt a lopsided curve of his lips and rubbed the side of his pointer finger against the tip of his nose flicking the others outward like he was erasing the forced smile so he could give him a real one. “You don’t look so–,” he stopped and tried to tell himself it wasn’t his business. But? Feeling like he had to make sure Kurt was okay considering how worse for wear he looked wasn’t so easy to shake. Was it his place?

Kurt was already hiding out in the bathroom. Maybe he wanted to be left alone so he could sleep it off? Way to overthink, Blaine. “Anything I can do? Or I can step out and let you rest? Sorry,” he sighed embarrassedly towards the floor then peeked back up with a guilty grin. “I know you can take care of yourself. Guess I was worried. Considering where you’ve been locked away?”