Finn, of course, was aware of Blaine and Kurt’s break up. Heck, after Rachel, Kurt was immediately on the phone with Finn, which he had to admit surprised him a little. Finn wasn’t going to side with or blame either party though. He hadn’t wanted that when things had officially ended with Rachel months ago.
He could tell that Blaine was a little worse for wear, immediately having flashbacks of the same feeling. It was the worst. He grabbed his coffee from the table and followed Blaine to the counter, fully intending on treating Blaine to whatever he wanted. It was the least he could do to hopefully make Blaine’s day a little brighter.
“I’m pretty good. On my first official summer vacation as a teacher. Best job ever,” he chuckled, flashing him a soft grin. “How’ve you been? You doing okay?”
Stepping backwards as he watched Finn grab his coffee, Blaine stuffed his hands in his pockets and greeted him with a smile when he caught back up. He hadn’t reached out to Finn since his return to Ohio for obvious reasons. Mainly, him figuring that since Kurt and Finn were stepbrothers? He was, automatically, put on the outside of any sort of relationship with him now, too. Just like the rest of Kurt’s family.
Yes, it was cutting them short from the immense credit they all deserved. But it was easier to just assume than to think about trying to contact them and suffer through the hurt of being turned away. A coward’s way out? Definitely. However, it was safer for him, too. And it saved them the potential uncomfortable feeling of talking to the ex-fiance’. Regardless of how much it hurt.
Being treated the opposite the first time he’s run into Finn? Blaine couldn’t help the crooked smile he first gave him from blossoming into something more real. Especially with Finn’s news. “That’s great, Finn! I’m so glad you love it. I’m sure you’re amazing.” Having turned around when they approached the counter, Blaine shrugged and stepped forward. “I’m..? I’ve been better. I’ve been a lot worse though. I guess I’m getting there,” their eyes met with a lift of Blaine’s chin, “Slowly but surely. Sometimes that’s the perfect pace. Right?”
Kurt blinked when Blaine yelled, taking a few steps back just to be safe as he watched the other scramble about for a moment. “It was a little funny though.” He said softly, a smile pulling at his lips. “I’ll get you an aspirin and some water.” He’d clue him in now except, well, the least he could do was let Blaine loose some of the ache and gain some more consciousness before too much conversation took place. He knew Blaine’s house still, so the time it takes him to find what he needs is really just to look around. Last time he saw Blaine it was at Dalton where nothing changed but the students. He supposed it wasn’t likely that anything in the house had changed either, but he still wanted to take his time a little bit. He’d start a pot of coffee while he’s at it too.
Kurt tries not to feel too nostalgic here, but he can’t help the small sighs and soft smiles. When he returns to Blaine’s room it’s with a glass of water and two aspirins as promised. “If you’re falling asleep then I have every intention of waking you up in worse ways.” He says as he enters the room. Granted, he’s used to waking up Oliver, who would need at least ten alarms before he stopped hitting the snooze button if he had anything specific to wake up for. There were only a few ways to get Kurt quiet however, and mornings are usually much more of a fight with them than it was with Blaine. Of course, comparing those two was like comparing night and day- a strangely fitting analogy for them actually.
“Funny?! How was that funny,” Blaine grabbed hold of the pillow and pulled it over his head shutting out the light in the room and giving a buffer to any background noise other than Kurt’s voice. “That would be great. Thank you,” his tone softened and he managed to smile in spite of the knives stabbing into his temples that happened in one explosion of ache. Yeah–bad life choices that were his own undoing? He swore to himself it’d be the last time he put himself through this hell. Just like every other regretful, hungover poor bastard come sunrise. If his head would stop spinning long enough? There might be enough umph! in him to come out from his hiding spot and give that curve of his lips to Kurt’s back as he walked out of the room but so far? Not going to happen. Aspirin and water could draw him out. No doubt about that. Until then? Kurt deserved the company of Blaine’s hidden face and legs helplessly squirming to get comfortable after they tried to kick the pain away to no avail.
One thing stuck in his mind though. Enough that he might consider the headache and nausea a small price to pay for. His house was locked for the night, he didn’t expect it–might’ve hoped for it in vain but definitely not expected Kurt to show up in the morning. But he was here and that meant so much more than Blaine’s common sense told him he should let it. Preaching to the choir. A silly saying considering the circumstances and who they revolved around but–that’s what it was when it came to his heart feeling a bit lighter and–no. He needed a distraction and the throbbing in his head was waiting in the background to give him one with a vengeance level dosage. “Oh God–don’t. I don’t want to know what could be worse than that,” he mumbles after a small startle from his stillness at the sound of Kurt’s voice. Without retracting from his pillow cover–Blaine jutted out his hand, palm up, and waved his fingers frantically for the Aspirin. “Please tell me you found it?”
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