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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