kurt.

          _{❛ And so the world shall be conquered. ❜ Lips curled up into a smile, his heart skipped a beat as Blaine caught hold of his wrist unannounced; his gaze immediately left to linger on their joint hands on the table before eyeing the other male quizitively. Progress. How he longed for one night of feeling normal. Without a near constant target on his back for being gay, or his always present irrational fear of being jumped or shoved whenever he so much as turned the corner. It almost seemed practically impossible. Like some strange out-of-this-world fantasy, only to exist deeply buried inside the back of his own mind.}

_{Even now, sitting at their table, he could feel the endless barrage of anxiety rapidly bubbling up back to the surface inside of him; the warm and most welcoming touch of Blaine’s palm still wrapped firmly around his wrist the only means of subduing his nerves from detonating entirely. He was growing pretty tired of keeping up the facade. As much he willed himself to stay strong not only for himself, but for the sake of his dad; Kurt realized even Braveheart must have had his moments.} 

          _{❛ A tempting offer. ❜ Eyes finally flickered to gaze up at the teenage boy sitting across from him instead — positively losing himself in the distinct mixture of hazel and green before quickly snapping out of his inner thoughts as he allowed a soft chuckle to fall from his lips. ❛ I suppose you already know I don’t have any other plans. ❜} 

      Letting his touch stay right where it was, Blaine tried his best to ground Kurt from the thoughts that kept Kurt’s thoughts drifting off to the place that made his gaze distant and the air between them shift into something somber and quiet.  In spite of how they were talking.  It was the sort of quiet you can feel seeping into your bones.  The kind that people who have only been to the place where it feels so cold and lonely that it seeps into your bones and makes a mark so deep you’d swear it was permanent.  Only the people who’ve been there know how hard it is to make their way back home.  Blaine would know..  Sometimes, when he was alone and not filling every waking minute with the Warblers or Dalton or music?  He could glance behind his shoulder and see the pathway creeping up from behind threatening that if he thought too much about the things he could’ve done and didn’t, something would drag him right back there.

But there was always the dawn of a new day.  The promise that the past was in the past.  The future was wide open and there waiting for him to make something of it in hopes that no matter how dark could’ve been thoughts might get?  Could be thoughts would be enough to balance it out.  There were other things he could focus on fight for.  Those were what he clung to and maybe if he could show Kurt the way to find a few solid things to hang onto that were ahead instead of behind or in the now that was so full of turmoil and doubt?  Maybe they could stay on the road to better for good together.  Whatever sort of friend he could be?  That was all he wanted to give.

Once he had his attention–Blaine smiled and gently rubbed the edge of his thumb back and forth against the side of Kurt’s wrist and gave him a warm smile.  “Great!  Then I can take up all your time guilt free.  Are you up for a drive?  I think I know a place,” he paused then picked up his soda.  “I mean..since you have the time?”