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kurt.

He doesn’t know how to address that yes he is aware they can’t get him here when he doesn’t want to snap at the one person trying to help, so he doesn’t. He opens his mouth to, but doesn’t. Instead he sighs, shakes his head and closes his eyes. “No, not like that. We go to the same shitty bars is all. Sometimes I get high with a girl who buys from one of them- please don’t pretend to be surprised, I’m a walking stereotype.” His tone is tired more so than bitter. It’s not that he had a problem with how he lived, how people looked at him; that image was carefully crafted by his own hands and he didn’t regret it. There were problems with it sometimes, but again, that was his choice too. It was as simple as that until this current mess started. Truly, Kurt was just tired. And, rather anxious if he were honest.

He tries to keep himself from frowning but can’t help it when Kurt calls himself a stereotype. Honestly–Kurt was right but there was more to him than met the eye. Okay. That was another stereotype, too. Blaine would never say the words out loud. At least not under these circumstances. Kurt knew the persona he projected. Lived carefully behind the fences and walls it built. Blaine only considered himself as being allowed to see through some of the cracks because of the nights he spent here and how they met. Who was he to call him out and tell him life would be easier if he kept away from these people? Kurt knew that but wasn’t ready to change. He might never be. Blaine just hoped that he could show him some peace and solitude and eventually Kurt might want that more than the exhaustion and strung out nights his current lifestyle was bringing. If not? He’d be there for him regardless because turning his back on him was impossible. So? If leaving the crowds he and his attackers circled one another in wasn’t going to happen? “Maybe we could confront them? Tell them to back off and go find something else to occupy their time with? I’d help you–you know? Two have a lot better of a chance to prove a point than one.”

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Biting, hot or cold?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I mean, it’s not like I can help it. At least I’m not participating. It could be worse. I’ll be sure to get one started at home though.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) For sure? The last thing we need is Rachel or Sam walking in on us.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nope, you’re not allow to beat me there.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Definitely warming up on that one. Getting there, gorgeous. Keep going??
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m holding you to that promise.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) For sure. They’re gone. I could always put a Do Not Disturb sign on the front door. I wonder if that’ll work. Or I could lock it. Does anyone here actually carry a key?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Too bad. You’re already beaten. Guess you’ll have to play catch up.

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) …Nothing, nevermind, it was nothing.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine. You don’t have to get me a card. Besides, i’m pretty sure that you would literally have to have one printed out to have it that customized, especially the part about our names.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) What’s 4..?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I love you too, I hope you know that.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) You have no idea how much I do 😛 But I always will.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) sitll soi so lost. I will never midn!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You can’t dstop me! I have a frequent shiopper punch card at Hallmark. not Afraid to lose it!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) *use it
( mssg » kurt | sent ) 4 is how many shots it takes to where you onlyt taste regrett
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Aww. thank tyou Kurt I’ll alwaysp ut up with you too.

kurt.

He breaths deep, sighing heavily with his exhale. “Yeah.” he shakes his head a little and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. He’s embarrassed, honestly, on top of coming down from the dream. He shouldn’t be having nightmares at all. It was ridiculous. Some men go off to war and don’t have PTSD but Kurt? He was jumped and his paranoia is invading his sleep. In his defense, he was being watched whenever he went out. It justified some of it but not all, he thinks. Ridiculous.

He props himself up with his hands behind himself and turns his gaze to the ceiling. “I’m so tired of this.” He whispers softly. “So goddamn tired… They follow me. When I go out at night. They’re part of the same bullshit crowd as me, and just stare for a while.” He drinks more lately so he can still enjoy himself.

Blaine pushes himself back so he’s sitting upright and using his headboard as something to lean against. Concern fills his gaze as he watches Kurt struggling so hard. His heart goes out to him and even though they’ve only really known each other for a short amount of time? What he has seen of Kurt and got to know about him? Made Blaine want to make everything okay for him though he had no idea how or where to even start. Opening up his house to him whenever he needed was at least something he could do. But he wanted to do more.

Especially seeing how exhausted Kurt was and how much this was eating at him. “Kurt? You know you’re safe here, right? I know it’s hard to let it go but you can do that while you’re here if you can. You deserve some rest. I get it if you can’t.” His concern turned into confusion when Kurt admitted his attackers were following him. “They are,” he asked lowly and frowned. “What do you mean they’re part of the same crowd as you? Were they once friends of yours?”

i got you. @porcelain-ashtray

He’s squirming- not violently, just a kick here and a twist of his torso there. It makes his discomfort obvious though and Blaine apparently woke. Or maybe he hadn’t slept much at all. It’s the third time Kurt’s stayed with Blaine since that first night in the rain. The nightmares aren’t constant and don’t elicit yelling or anything else that could alert his family, but they’re often and leave him exhausted. Finn is even noticing circles under Kurt’s eyes.

When it’s been long enough – a week or so is an accurate gage – of sleeping restlessly and feeling like he’s being watched when he leaves the house, of being stared at by anyone on the same side as his attackers when he’s out at night, Kurt goes to Blaine.

Someone otherwise uninvolved and yet to judge him was a comfort. So Kurt has been sleeping here once every week for the past three, always sure to give him warning in case of any relatives – something they hadn’t discussed but Kurt assumes is a good idea to be careful of, if nothing else based on his appearance in contrast to this neighborhood.

He wakes with a start, fists clenched and body tensing. Prepared to defend himself. There is no danger though, only Blaine in a room only dimly lit by a small lamp on the bedside table. Releasing the breath he’d been holding, Kurt lets his body go slack as he raise a hand to place on his forehead. “Sorry.”

Blaine spends his time in between hearing from Kurt switching from focused on school and the Warblers to wondering if the boy he found broken in the rain is okay. There’s texts that they share. Mainly Blaine sending him hellos and words of encouragement. Of making sure that he knows he has a place to go. He doesn’t want to smother him so he makes sure not to do it as often as he’d actually like.

Kurt’s been taking him up on the offer. Blaine can tell that he comes to him when things get too much to ignore. The state he arrives in is testament to that. God those circles under his eyes are always so dark but Blaine notices after a night or two of being here..they seem to fade a little bit.

That’s what he wants to do most. Make things okay–if not better–for Kurt.

So? When Kurt shows up–Blaine tries not to ask too many questions and let him get the rest he so obviously needs. When Kurt wants to talk–he’ll talk. If that doesn’t happen–they’ll talk about other things until Kurt is comfortable enough to confide in him. Or not. Either way–whatever Kurt needs, Blaine’s happy that Kurt knows he can find it here.

Tonight was no different. Blaine stayed up until he was sure that Kurt was sleeping hoping that he’d be able to stay that way the entire night. Less than an hour or so after he dozed off–he was startled awake with a kick to his shin. It wasn’t until the second that Blaine lightly touched Kurt’s shoulder. Hazel eyes went from sleepy to wide when he saw the pale boy jerk and then deflate. “It’s okay, Kurt,” he whispered calmly. “It was only a dream. You’re okay. See?”

kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) How about another solid no? We aren’t going to do that a public place. Not if either of us ever want to be on Broadway.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Right now you’re at a solid 8 for making me come all the way out to the park, but I’m not going to make you do all that stuff, and you’re not going to get laid tonight if that’s what you’re hoping for. Maybe tomorrow if you make up for me having to come out in the middle of the night.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) dO what in a public polace? I’m lost.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) oh no i’m at 8? um. Il’l still get the card. I bet I can find a srorry i woke you up at 3 am to coem to a bridge in central park to get me and our friend because we did the how many shots can blaien take before He’s wishing he didn’t text kurt challenge card. IF not, sAntana said she’ll help me make one.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) btw? the answere is like 4.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) i love you and i’ll make it up to you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) hey hoeny? Your’re beautiful. thank You for putting up with me. ❤

kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) See now I need to go back and review our text messages. I have to study the big hint you apparently dropped.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) It was my evil mission, didn’t you know? That was my plan. Someone told me I should start one, or rather, someone inspired me to start one 😉
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Mhmm, I did challenge it. Our place, twenty minutes, our bed. Meet me there.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) It’s like a George Lucas Easter Egg hunt. Give it a try! I’ll tell you how warm or cold you’re getting if you think you’re close. 😛
( mssg » kurt | sent ) What have I told you about sex riots? You’re only supposed to start them when we have this place to ourselves. Not on a subway car.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Which we do. So get those feet of yours moving faster.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh. Wait. Different kind of sex riot on my mind. Sorry. And, hey, Kurt? I already beat you there. 😉

my fiance’.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) It most certainly is, Blaine. Maybe you should think of your choices before you say it ;P
( mssg » blaine | sent ) There’s another guy arguing with him now, they’re both trying to give me sex tips. I’m pretty sure by the next stop everyone will be talking about sex tips.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Bring. It. On. 😉 😉 😉

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Duly noted, gorgeous. Or.. Or! Maybe I did? And that was one huge hint? Or it’s me going with the flow and trying not to look like a complete idiot. You can always try to test the waters and see? I’m not saying I’d be opposed to that idea. Not. At. All.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Great. Kurt Hummel kicks off NYC Subway Sex Riot 2k16. What have you done??
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Did you just challenge my challenge? Oh!?! Consider it brought, Mister. 😉 😉 😉

kurt.

Of course. He didn’t really expect any different from this guy; private school in Westerville, of course his family was loaded. Kurt still felt both out of place and not. These kinds of neighborhoods, the elegant life were in his daydreams. He’s pretty sure now it was too far out of reach even if he does get to do something he genuinely liked after high school. He’ll be one of those broke artists or something akin to it, drawing up fancy designs and – provided that doesn’t tank – coming home to a dingy apartment with leaky pipes after a fashion show.

Kurt nods and follows Blaine out of the car and up to the door. Until moving he almost forgot how tired he and his body were. Delightful. “Anyone…Is there anyone else here?”

“No. My Dad is away on business and my mom is probably still at another retreat. Honestly, it gets a little too hard to keep track when she’s coming back or leaving again sometimes. They’re..well…them.” Heat burst over the bridge of his nose as the olive tones of his skin ran red at his answer. People who knew him rarely asked if his parents were there or not anymore. More often than not? The answer was no. They were going through a rough spot (he didn’t like to think very hard on the reasons why) and escape was better than actually talking to each other, Blaine figured. She’d be home in a few days if he remembered right. His Dad? A month in the Philippines was dwindling down to a week or so and –without a doubt– the house would feel quieter with three people there than it was with only him.

An insert of the key and a turn of the wrist later–Blaine opened the door to the dimly lit foyer. One sconce didn’t do much to chase away the darkness of the house. Leading Kurt inside, Blaine continued to bring the house to lift with light after light being switched on all the way to the stairs. “I’ve got some first aid things in my bathroom and you can take a shower if you want. That’s not weird to offer is it,” he asked with a scrunch of his nose as he started up the stairs. “I can find you clean clothes.” Laughing as his head sagged forward, he mumbled loud enough for Kurt to hear but it was a mumble nonetheless. “And that’s not even weirder at all.”

kurt.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that you aren’t naked in the park. That’s not something that we want, it wouldn’t be good for you. I still need you to park it somewhere. I’ll be there soon.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Maybe not tonight Blaine. I might be willing when you aren’t so drunk.

( mssg » kurt | sent ) OKay amybe wheni am not thsi drunk though it still could be funn!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey Kurt?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) On a scalr of 1 to I should bebuyimng you fliwers and delivering them to you on my knees wieth a Hallmark apology card and even then I’ll get lucky if you don’t want to smack me and/ro maek me slee on the couch? Hwo in trouble am I? I’d liek a warning so I can better prepare myself.