Kurt nodded along and followed beside him. Out of all the things that could make him nervous though, hand-holding was hardly on the list anymore. It felt normal by now. And looking around was also a nice distraction though. The house was gorgeous. Kurt would never get tired of these big houses. He remembered some of the summer vacations to his mother’s side of the family even after she died, staying at his aunt and uncle’s house, singing upon request for them, pretending he didn’t know that she was glaring at Burt every time she saw him for whatever reason. Those were the days. It had been a few years since the last visit though.
Kurt took a seat on one of the stools and leaned on his elbows on the counter. "Me? You’re the night owl here. I slept just fine thank you.“ He chuckled lightly. “Coffee would be great.” He glanced around the room with a small smile on his face still. “I need to come over here more often, it’s beautiful.”
“Thanks. It’s home–quiet–but..anyway! I know I’m the night owl,” Blaine tipped the bottle of chocolate syrup he grabbed from the cabinet in Kurt’s direction to get his point across via container of sugary-goodness, “but you’re the one that said Finn’s video games were keeping you up. I know what sleep deprived Kurt Hummel’s like.” Winking to show he was kidding–sort of because a sleep deprived grumpy Kurt could be frightening until he woke up enough to snap out of it or had a high enough caffeine buzz to get him into better spirits–Blaine turned back to making Kurt is very own Anderson Cafe non-fat mocha. “You’re going to throw his controller out the window and break his heart that he can’t finish up his last round of Call of Duty.”
Swirling a spoon inside the concoction until it was blended to his satisfaction–Blaine shrugged and fixed his own less fancy drink keeping his pointer finger away from the rest for a devilishly secret reason. “Coop used to keep me up with reruns of crime shows when he was going through his serious line delivery phase because apparently their puns require a certain level of Master Finesse to deliver. I swear I’ve seen or heard almost every episode of Law and Order slash whatever city they decided to stage it in that season at least twice.” Returning back to Kurt’s perch on the counter stool, their coffees were sat side by side and presented with a wave of his hand above the coils of steam. “Your coffee.” That extended pointer revealed it’s secret weapon. A dab of syrup that dripped on the edge of his finger was dotted on the tip of Kurt’s nose causing Blaine to erupt in a mischievous laugh. “I’m sorry–okay I’m not. Uh–boop?”
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