[Keep Calm] Hang Overs & Confrontations
When Kurt had woken up that morning, he had been in a strange room in a strange house with a decidedly familiar pair of arms wrapped around him. It had been mildly, lazily disorienting and alarming for the first thirty seconds, until memory of his whereabouts had sunk in, at which point he'd curled closer to Blaine and tucked his head into the crook of the other boy's neck. It was a rare moment of contentment for Kurt. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so safe and warm and comfortable and cared for...
And then, of course, the rest of his memories from the night prior came flooding back and the panic set in. He'd untangled himself from Blaine as quickly and quietly as he could, and left before the other teen had had the chance to wake up and catch him mid-flee.
Now, hours later, he was sipping coffee at the Lima Bean, nursing a violent head ache, and pretending to focus on an English assignment he had due next week. Anything, really, other than focus on the actual issue at hand - like the fact that he had made out with his best friend. Slept with (in the strictest, most innocent sense of the word) him, even. Let himself be vulnerable in ways and gotten close to Blaine in ways he'd sworn to himself he wouldn't. God, he was so stupid, and now he didn't know what to do... except maybe avoid Blaine until the end of time. Because if he avoided the problem it couldn't effect him, right? Right.
Fate, however, clearly had other plans - plans that Blaine was obviously willing to go along with. Kurt didn't know how, but he knew without looking up that when the bell rang, signalling the entrance of a new customer, it was Blaine. And sure enough, there he was. Kurt flushed and squirmed awkwardly in his seat, putting his English book up like a barrier and hoping that maybe, miraculously Blaine wouldn't spot him.
And then, of course, the rest of his memories from the night prior came flooding back and the panic set in. He'd untangled himself from Blaine as quickly and quietly as he could, and left before the other teen had had the chance to wake up and catch him mid-flee.
Now, hours later, he was sipping coffee at the Lima Bean, nursing a violent head ache, and pretending to focus on an English assignment he had due next week. Anything, really, other than focus on the actual issue at hand - like the fact that he had made out with his best friend. Slept with (in the strictest, most innocent sense of the word) him, even. Let himself be vulnerable in ways and gotten close to Blaine in ways he'd sworn to himself he wouldn't. God, he was so stupid, and now he didn't know what to do... except maybe avoid Blaine until the end of time. Because if he avoided the problem it couldn't effect him, right? Right.
Fate, however, clearly had other plans - plans that Blaine was obviously willing to go along with. Kurt didn't know how, but he knew without looking up that when the bell rang, signalling the entrance of a new customer, it was Blaine. And sure enough, there he was. Kurt flushed and squirmed awkwardly in his seat, putting his English book up like a barrier and hoping that maybe, miraculously Blaine wouldn't spot him.