[text|Blaine]: Don’t worry [text|Blaine]: Aren’t we getting fancy [text|Blaine]: Um… [text|Blaine]: Haha, want to re-word that?
( mssg » kurt | sent )I’m so sorry. Wow. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Let’s pretend I didn’t just have an ‘open mouth–insert shoe’ moment? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Please? Just this once.
[text|Blaine]: Good! [text|Blaine]: I love waffles, count me in. It might be more like brunch though, considering the drive. [text|Blaine]: A house all to ourselves, what will the neighbors think 😉
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Whenever you get here is fine. Just drive safe. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
Waffles it is then. I might even make a mad dash to the store and see what I can put together to throw on top of them other than boring old syrup. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) If they’re going to start talking? We might as well give them something to talk about. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh God I didn’t mean that the way it sounded when I read it back. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I really didn’t.
[text|Blaine]: I have to see that to believe it. [text|Blaine]: I’d be happy to! As long as no one gets mad at me for taking your attention on the weekend 🙂 [text|Blaine]: Picking on? Oh please that was hardly teasing 😛 Consider yourself forgiven haha
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m sure you will. Someday. As much as I dread it. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That would be great! Want to meet me at my place? I cook some pretty fantastic pancakes or waffles. Not to brag. Okay a little bragging but they’re really good. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Nah. You don’t have to worry about that. Parents are gone so it’s just me here. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh! Good! Thanks for being so kind. 😛
[text|Blaine]: Oh my god!! [text|Blaine]: Have you seen the New Directions? I can handle your brother. [text|Blaine]: What is it?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh my god!! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Cooper makes the New Directions look tame. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Since it’s super late? I was curious if you wanted to visit for breakfast in the morning? I’ll cook. Or we can go grab a bite to eat together. My treat?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) If you forgive me for picking on you? I don’t want to get a very expensive shoe to the back of my head as soon as you see me. 🙂
[text|Blaine]: 😉 [text|Blaine]: Oh lord. That makes sense though.. Do I ever get to meet this mysterious brother? [text|Blaine]: >:O
( mssg » kurt | sent ) >:O >:O I’m serious! It could beckon ships to the safety of the dock on stormy nights! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Coop doesn’t visit a lot. Maybe when he’s here next time? I’m not sure. He can be a bit–out there? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Hey, Kurt? I have an idea. First forget about me making fun of your snoring before I ask. Let me know when you’ve done that and I’ll fill you in on it.
Kurt blinked, watching Blaine move around under the covers. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or coo. Adorable. He smiled warmly whether it would be seen or not. He had to admit the first time he saw Blaine without gel was kind of a shock, but unfortunately for Kurt it changed nothing. Still damn good looking, but with the bonus of being able to run fingers through it. “Hm?” He looked at him curiously. “Yeah, I know. I’m just thinking.” He laid on his back and looked at the ceiling. ‘and praying you forget this entire evening in the morning’ he added in his head. Embarrassment could be covered up perfectly well and he isn’t entirely sure why this is embarrassing, but it is. He soon crawled under the covers and turned on his side. He’s sleep soon enough, though unlike Blaine, Kurt wasn’t a fan of the cold spots under the sheets and tried to move as little as possible until he was out. That’s when he would wind up sprawled out and giving himself a horrid bed-head.
Toes wriggled out from underneath the comforter he had balled up around his neck. Hazel eyes sleepily watched Kurt from his viewpoint just above the fabric and he smiled a covered smile that was as warm as his blanket. “Just thinking? I can take just thinking. Get some rest and I’ll see you in the morning? Maybe we can get coffee before class if you wake up early enough.” Bribing Kurt to get some sleep with the promise of a mocha wasn’t beyond him if it meant the boy would finally get some rest. Blaine had a small secret that he didn’t dare read too much into. One that played out as Kurt turned on his side and began to focus on drifting off to sleep. On the nights that he was way too restless for Blaine not to notice? Or he could pick up that something was bothering him enough to keep him awake? He pretended to be the one to drift off first while keeping himself awake until he saw Kurt finally did.
Blaine wasn’t sure when he started doing it. Thinking back, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact night where it wasn’t a thing for him. Tonight wasn’t much different. He closed his eyes and listened for Kurt’s breathing to steadily slow down. For his movement in the bed to come to a stop. After he was sure Kurt wouldn’t notice–he’d always take a peek and put his mind to rest that it was safe to drift off too. “You’re an amazing person, Kurt,” he whispered so low that Kurt would have to ask him what he said if he was awake. Nothing but the comforting sound of Kurt’s breathing came back. Seeing he was completely gone–Blaine let his eyelids get heavy enough to close for real before daylight came and he lost what time he had left to get some sleep himself.
[text|Blaine]: Haha I guess so but I doubt I’m all that mysterious :p [text|Blaine]: I’d probably miss it too. Eventually. After I stop enjoying NOT hearing Finn play video games in the room next to mine until one in the morning. [text|Blaine]: At least at Dalton I choose to stay up late. And I do not snore!
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You certainly are. Every day I learn something new about the mystery that is Kurt Hummel. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) My brother used to keep me up til one am running lines with him. Past that some nights. I used to groan every time it happened because Cooper running lines is not the norm to say the least? I sort of miss it now that he moved away. I didn’t think I ever would. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I beg to differ! You snore so bad it’s like living with a fog horn that randomly goes off every thirty seconds. 😉
❛ you know, i’ve never really understood the whole APPEAL to an all boy’s school before. ❜ he’s somewhere he shouldn’t be ( then again, when ISN’T he ? ) having wandered into a warbler’s practice purely out of curiosity. jesse was always bellyaching about vocal adrenaline & griping about who he had to compete against, and he had gotten successfully intrigued.
❛ i mean, i like DICK as much as the next person, but don’t you miss seeing girls ? i know I would. ❜
Another New Directions spy? He was tempted to visit the school and teach them how to up their game. This was getting borderline ridiculous. The least they could do was give him a fighting chance by guilt tripping Kurt into handing a uniform over so they could sneak in. Send someone less–obviously out of place? Or with a filter between their brain and mouth? Was it bad to feel kind of sorry for them? Welp! Maybe not. Dick being brought up killed his suspicion and replaced it with mild amusement and a bewildered laugh. From what he knew about the glee club kids from McKinley? A guy admitting to ‘liking it as much as the next person’ wasn’t going to happen. Okay– maybe college because anyone who has to flex their heterosexuality as much as he heard Kurt talk about some of them–you do the math. “Um–wow. Ah–,” his head tilted. “Who are you and what brings you to Dalton? For the record? No, I don’t. Not really. Not that I’ve thought about it much? If that sates your curiosity. Care to return the favor?”
[text|Blaine]: He hasn’t even been hunting since I was born, I’m pretty sure my aim is better than his at this point [text|Blaine]: Don’t worry about it. He can be a little rash or overprotective but he comes around to everything eventually [text|Blaine]: I’m glad one of us gets some quiet
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Is that your accidental way of informing me that you know how to shoot a gun, Mister Hummel? Why do I find that idea as intriguing as I do? Another layer to the mystery that’s you, I guess. One of dozens. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Also. I’m kidding with you. Sort of. Mostly. Half and half? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) My house is quiet most of the time. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) It sort of makes me homesick for the dorms. I like hearing signs of life around. Not to mention your snoring has become a melody to soothe me into drifting off to a blissful -interrupted- slumber. 😉
[text]: My dad asked me how you were over dinner, and he’s horrible with names. You’re officially welcome here again 🙂 [text]: I know I’ll see you on Monday but I’m really happy about this. I miss you.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) He did? I am? Wow, Kurt! That’s great! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Unless I’m welcome so he can shoot the boy he found waking up in his son’s bed? He might be remembering my name so he can file a Missing Person’s Report? 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I still feel awful about that being how we met. God, I’ll never live it down to myself. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) So happy he might give me another chance. He seems like such a great guy and the way you talk about him only proves that’s the case. I miss you too. It’s too quiet when you’re not around.
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