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!”
Tina walked into the kitchen and did her best to not laugh at her mother trying to stuff Blaine with food. The woman always said he looked too skinny for all that singing and dancing. “Hey mom, you wanna let up on my best friend?” The older woman looked over at her. “Tina, sweetheart. Your friend needs to get more meat onto those bones of his or he won’t be getting much attention.” Tina rolled her eyes as she knew her mom meant well. “He gets more than enough attention as it is. Anymore and he may spontaneous combust.” Walking over to her best friend, she wrapped her arm around his and pulled him from the room. She let go off him only to smack him on the arm. “Ever hear of knocking? I’m starting to think you don’t know how.” Tina couldn’t help copying his words. “Alright, let’s get out of here before my mom decides to throw together a full meal for us to eat.” Walking towards the front door, she made sure that she had everything before leaving.
Blaine only tucked his chin towards his collar to try and hide the chuckle that shook his shoulders as Tina’s mom decided to give advice about his eating habits jeopardizing any chance he get attention. “Wait. What did you just say, miss Cohen-Chang? Spontaneously combust? I’m almost hurt!” Feigning a horrified/pain gasp complete with fingers gripping his sweater above his heart–his gaze bounced from Tina to her mother but then he was being lead out of the kitchen by a standard Tina armlock tug. “Pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Cohen-Chang! Thanks for the sandwich!” That he dropped on the floor with the arm smack. Pouting at the floor–Blaine reached back to scratch the nape of his neck and bowed down to pick it up. “Making that out to be my fault is completely unfair and now you ruined my to-go snack. You’re lucky we have a schedule or I might just go right back in there,” his thumb jerked over his shoulder at the kitchen, “and ask her to make us lunch and while we’re eating? I’d love to see some baby pictures sometime?!” Oh, you bet he said that last bit higher right before he snickered into his palm. The loud ‘Oh?!’ from the kitchen went unanswered as he stood straight again and decided to do what was best for his welfare. That’d be? Running after then past Tina so he’d be able get her into the car first and their getaway could be made before they were stopped.
Kurt would laugh given another situation Blaine was fumbling around his much, but he couldn’t think of one comment to make none the less bring up a chuckle. When the door was left cracked open Kurt went ahead and shut it while Blaine made his way around. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip – surprisingly not swollen, thanks to there only been two blows to the head in the haste – instead of biting it. “Not home.” He looked out the windshield, eventually at some of the drops of water running down it. Kurt shrugged. “No where else to go.” The only people he might trust with this were few, his last resort would have been Finn if not for home meaning parents, and he didn’t know where the two others lived. He has no doubt none of them would be helpful other than warming him up and keeping their mouths shut but that’s probably all he can ask for right now. Great.
He wants to ask why go through the trouble, but instead he fumbles. “Yours. I don’t… There’s no where else.” He spared another glanced to Blaine then. With a heavy sigh, Kurt drew his knees to his chest and raked a hand through his hair. He’d say more, but only opens and closes his mouth a few times silently.
Unlike his parents most of the time? His aunt and uncle that he stayed with for the weekend were home. Showing up in the late evening with a broken and battered boy who looked like Kurt wouldn’t go over well.
He knew his mom was due back today and if she made it? After the drive it’d take to get back to Westerville–she’d be long asleep and there wouldn’t be any waking her up. Blaine couldn’t take his concerned gaze off Kurt’s profile as he tried to think of the possibilities they had–checking out each bruise that he could see from his hands up wishing he had the power to fix him right then and there so he wouldn’t be hurting anymore. Because? Even if Kurt was trying to pass himself off as being okay–he had to be in pain. A heavy sigh warmed the air and Blaine nodded. Left with no other way out? Kurt was coming home with him. With either a blessing of an empty house and an apology voicemail on his phone–there was none, he’d have noticed–or the magic of Ambien? It was their safest and least possibility for him getting caught option.
“Sure. We can go to my house. Did they hurt your head? Do I need to keep you awake? Or can you get some sleep,” he asked as he finally forced himself to focus on driving and steered onto the street leading towards the highway. They could stop at a convenience store along the way and he’d be able to get him a drink, some aspirin and a few other things to make him more comfortable. That was a lot of questions but they were sort of necessary and if they were going to spend that much time together in the car? Sitting in silence trying to figure out what the hell happened to him or how worried he had to be besides what he could see for himself was only going to make this situation even more awkward.
With a small growth of his smirk && a slight eyebrow raise, eyes roll playfully as he keeps his coffee gripped in hand. Knees spread apart under the table, leaned back in the chair as if he was right at home as comfortable as could be. ( Of course it wasn’t at all relevant that he always felt at home when around Blaine. That was a story for another time. ) Sebastian licks his lips with the smallest bit of tongue, letting out a snicker at the words he was being told. There had to be a reason Blaine wasn’t moving && it sure as hell wasn’t because his feet were glued to the ground where he stood for several minutes now. ❛ What last guy? I don’t see one. Last time I checked the only guy I have eyes for as of right now is you. Though I do love a good ass no matter what, I prefer a perfect one—- && yours? Definite perfection, Blaine, really. Kind of convinced you’re wearing padding under there. ❜
That smirk! That smirk drove Blaine to stand his ground even more firmly. Toss in the eyebrow raise? Game on. Blaine’s hand hanging at his side curled into a light fist that was shoved into his pocket while the other lifted so he could sip his coffee. An unwavering golden hazel downward stare right into Sebastian’s eyes began to twinkle with a newfound determination to stay put, breathe, and not budge. “Mm. I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention. I figure if you’re lounging here people watching–there must have been one or two.” He eyed the area around them over the top of his cup but didn’t move his head. That way? Once he was done? Sebastian was his focus just as he mentioned he only had eyes for him ‘as of right now’. Thus opening a doorway for Blaine to volley back. “Exactly. As of right now. How am I supposed to–” Damn it! He choked on the closing when he felt the temperature of his face start to rival the heat of the sun. Definite perfection? Padding? He had to blink, had to shake his head to clear out a cobweb or two. “You caught me. That’s what I do. What about you? Is that eyebrow permanently glued to your hairline? Or have you trained it to stay up there?” ––Yes. Please stop that.– What it did to him every single time wasn’t fair. Sebastian knew it. He had to. He was quick enough, smart enough and that just was mean.
Getting up on the stage and singing with Blaine was a rush and Tina was feeling much better now. “Thank you for this, Blaine. I don’t know why I didn’t think about talking to you earlier about how I’m feeling.” Okay, maybe she had an idea but she didn’t want to think about that. She walked over to the edge of the stage and sat down. Then she patted the space next to her to invite him to join her. Tina looked out at the seats and imagined them full of people cheering her on. A satisfied smile blossomed on her face. “So how are we going to convince Mr. Schue to approve the second part of your master plan?” When she said their teacher’s name, a hint of bitterness and resentment showed. Some of her negative feelings about the New Directions was the result of his choices.
Blaine propped both hands on his hips watching Tina walk off while he grinned filled to the brim with adrenaline from singing and dancing with someone who he only wanted to make happy and seeing it worked. One last peek up at the lighting fixture above–he nodded contentedly and stepped out a circle of white to follow. Navy trimmed cream boat shoes and bare ankles came into view beside her before he plopped down and took her hand letting her daydream before he bounced their shoulders together. “Okay! Two things? Number one? You know you can come to me? Don’t you,” he asked softly, “about anything? Even if my head isn’t in the game? I’m here. Number two’s easy.” He shrugged so matter-of-factly that it seemed he didn’t really think of any other possible outcome other than what he was about say. “I’m going to tell him I want to sing with you. That we’ve worked hard, we deserve the chance and you’ve worked on your own song so you deserve it too. Or? We don’t give him a choice. We’ll take over the glee club until we’re done. It’s not the first time,” Blaine grinned, “Rachel Berry ring a bell?”
Couple aesthetic: the short one tries to kiss the tall one, but they can’t reach up; so they gently stand on their toes, take the tall one’s neck
And DRAG THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN.
IF I CAN’T GO UP, YOU’RE GOING DOWN WITH ME
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