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?
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