Hands gripped firmly around the band of his leather designer schoolbag, Kurt anxiously eyed the way leading up to his final destination; teeth sinking down into his bottom lip before deciding to take a deep breath as he started the eerily quiet walk towards the popular restaurant’s main entrance.
He knew he was probably being silly– that Karofsky couldn’t possibly be having a stakeout at Breadstix at his expense just to have another go at him outside of his usual bullying hours; not during the height of the football season. And yet, here he was, terrified and anxious all the same, his heart permanently stuck in his throat yet determined to make it inside as he knew Blaine would be waiting for him; his head held high and keeping strong for the both of them as Blaine had promised him this was no longer going to be a lone battle.
Pushing the doors open, Kurt couldn’t help but feel anything but relieved; a newly bubbling sense of excitement rapidly extinguishing any anxiety still left festering inside of him as he watched his new Warbler friend quickly make his way toward him. “Hi,” he greeted him, his voice almost breathless despite definitely not just having engaged in any form of high level physical activity. "It’s good to see you, too.“ His lips curved up into a gentle smile as he was shortly met with the other’s excitement regarding his earlier promise. If only. “There’s… definitely free breadsticks.”
Blaine’s head tilted when he, finally, took a good look at his new friend. After hearing about his day and how stressful it was, he needed to check to see if Kurt was alright. Since their meeting, that had been his main goal. Every day. To be there to make sure Kurt was okay and knew he had someone on his side that wasn’t a fair weather friend but one who planned on staying for the long haul. Regardless of what that “long haul” would bring? Blaine was going to be there to help pull it along. No if’s, and’s, or but’s.
A quizzitive gaze read back and forth over Kurt’s. After the initial excitement at seeing him again, making sure he was okay was precisely what Blaine did. Kurt’s rather quick breaths caught his attention. The way his dark eyebrows burrowed together and made a crease of concern appear between them hinted that Blaine was wondering why Kurt was so breathless. Did he jog inside? Or was there more to it than that? Was he relieved that Blaine was actually there? If the other had doubts that he would show up, that was the last thing he wanted.
“You, um, weren’t worried that I wouldn’t show up, were you?” He wondered if that was it and the quesion came with a gente curiosity. Meanwhile, he waited for Kurt to lead them to the fabled table–his smile returning as he brushed his shoulder against Kurt’s. “Come on. Anyone would have to be crazy to stand you up,” he tried to get another smile out of the boy by laughing quietly, “And as far as I know? I’m not crazy.”
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