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lifestooshort2012-10-02 09:49 pm
justbeingaqueen) wrote in lifestooshort2012-10-02 09:49 pm
"Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me..."
Who: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson
What: Behind these hazel eyes
Where: Kurt's apartment, New York City
When: Two nights after Blaine comes to stay with Kurt
Blaine didn't just stay one night at Kurt's place. He stayed three. Kurt called in sick the day after his two days off, telling his boss that he had a terrible gastro bug and couldn't possibly make it in. Of course, it was immediately followed by a string of pissed off texts from Santana telling him she knew he was lying, which he just ignored. He would pay for that later, but it was worth the hassle, as far as he was concerned.
Finally, Blaine actually rested. Initially, he seemed unsure of whether he was even allowed to relax in Kurt's home, their past baggage clearly playing on his mind somewhere. Kurt just played it by ear, relaxing himself on his days off and Blaine just followed his lead. Kurt made sure he had whatever he needed in easy reach, and then lit some aromatherapy relaxation candles around the apartment that gave off a gentle scent. Blaine took his meds again when they were due at Kurt's coaxing, and then as soon as he settled for a lie down in Kurt's guest room, he actually went out like a light. Then proceeded to sleep for the next nineteen hours. Kurt had stuck close in case Blaine needed anything, or woke with nightmares, or a terror at being in an unfamiliar place, but he barely stirred and didn't even wake needing the bathroom.
When he did finally wake, he went to the bathroom and took Kurt up on the offer of a bath. It wasn't a quick process, and Kurt had to help him in and out of the tub, promising to keep his eyes averted which earned a bit of a faint chuckle from Blaine. That was positive. Kurt hadn't even seen him smile, not even come close. This was the tiniest bit of progress and part of why all this was worth with. While Blaine soaked in the bubble bath, Kurt heated up some chicken soup and made some toast for them both for a late lunch, and Blaine did actually eat a little this time too. He was still very lethargic, though, and wasn't speaking a lot, but still, Kurt didn't push him for anything. That wasn't what any of this about. It wasn't about getting facts or information. It wasn't about him being an FBI Agent at all. It was about him helping Blaine, and giving him a change of scenery because his recovery had been roadblocked by his own stressors. The inability to sleep, the forgetting to take his medication, trying to force through without it, dealing with having all the people he was close to in his personal space trying to make sure he was okay. Kurt knew their old friends, they would be extensively worried about him. But this time, it was just causing Blaine to pull himself further and further into his protective shell where there was no room for him to breathe or think straight.
Blaine went to lie down again after lunch, so Kurt cleaned up and sat down in his living room to go over the case notes again, seeing if he had missed anything that could be a glaringly obvious leads. He got so wrapped up in his work (not uncommon for him), that by the time he was flagged to the fact he had been sitting there for hours by his bladder, it was dark outside. He put the files back away into his briefcase and locked it, habit in case he ever got broken into, closed all the blinds over and ducked to the bathroom. After that, he peeked in on Blaine to check on him and found him awake, lying curled up on his side in a nest of covers with the lamp dimmed. "Hey, you..." Kurt greeted him quietly. "I didn't know you were awake. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm just resting. This is a really comfortable bed," Blaine replied quietly from where he was nestled against the mound of three pillows he was propped against. He met Kurt's gaze across the room. "Thinking about stuff too. Um, why didn't you ask me to go home? You only invited me for one night, and I was sort of waiting for you to tell me it was time to leave, but you didn't. It's night again now, so that means two nights plus going into another, not one. Unless you're about to remind me all that now...?" His voice was hesitant and nervous, because he really was waiting for Kurt to say he had outstayed a welcome that was probably already pushing the limits on this whole thing as it was. He just didn't want to go. He felt safe here and he felt protected, which he wasn't sure he would ever feel those things again in the wake of the second gay bashing of his life.
"Because you're not ready to go home," Kurt told him knowingly and came over to the bed. He went to the other side, climbing up onto it to sit next to Blaine, the remaining pillow being shoved behind his back so he could get comfortable. He folded his hands over his stomach and glanced down at Blaine, pressing his lips together. "I don't have all the answers for you, Blaine. I wish I did. A lot of me these days is very much how I used to function on the old days, on gut instinct, just maybe a little more honed. People are who I read above and beyond all else, it's my job. It's why I'm here. But you... Blaine, you were always the exception. I never looked at you through your mind and your personality, I looked at you through your heart, with my heart. You were my first everything and no matter what happened, and how much I screwed up over the time, that's something that never, ever will taken from us. When I read your name on that case file, it was like someone pull the world out from under me. Because knowing that you weren't okay, it was like nothing was okay, and I have to fix that. Which I will. The reason why I didn't ask you to go home though is, I never will. Maybe that does give me an epically risky conflict of interest, which I'm not unaware of, but I'm willing to lay everything on the line here to fix this for you. I also had no intention of telling you any of this, but there you are, lying there giving me The Eyes, and I never could hold strong with those. Like, ever," he joked, glancing back down at Blaine again with a wry smile.
Blaine was biting down on the inside of his lip while Kurt spoke, and he was getting emotional again knowing he had been going over and over in his mind what all this was supposed to mean. After the lunch Kurt had made with more TLC than Blaine was sure he deserved considering they were exes, he had napped a bit more, letting himself rest. Then he was awake and just spent the the rest of the time going over and over things in his head until it was such a mess, he ended up in another sobbing mess into the pillow with just hurt his chest with the cracked ribs. He eventually calmed down again, and it was shortly after that Kurt appeared at the door to check on him. Now, listening to Kurt talk, he was just taken back to the times where they were happy and he was sure his life was at its best. When they broke up, everything rebuilt eventually, but it always felt like there were missing pieces. Nothing ever felt quite right or content again. "Lie down with me?" he murmured.
Kurt caught his lip between his teeth briefly at the request, but he shuffled down the bed and rolled onto this side to lie down next to Blaine. "What's next? Arm wrestle? Play I Spy?" he joked, trying to keep things like even if there was obviously a lot bubbling under the surface here. Why couldn't he his resolve to keep a distance here? Why couldn't he say no to Blaine? Could it be that, right deep down inside a little piece of his heart he had locked away a long time ago, didn't want to say no? He could almost feel the force of Santana's death glare piercing him in his mind with this, but he shoved it away, watching Blaine's face in the dimmed light from the bedside lamp. Blaine's bruises were beginning to yellow now as they healed and the swelling that had been there a few days again was reducing with the salve Kurt had gotten for Blaine to use if he wanted to. There would be some scars, and not just physical, but Kurt had always known about Blaine's scars. He would never forget the night they first had sex, saw each other naked for the first time, he found the scars on Blaine's hip and inner thigh from the bashing after the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Blaine had shyed away, not wanting the subject to ruin their night, and tried to push it away. But they spoke about it and Blaine told him about the intimate injuries he had sustained and as soon as Kurt had softly pressed his lips to the deepest scar nestle low near Blaine's groin, things had changed between them forever. At the memory, Kurt's face fell, his subtle jokes dying as soon as they were over. His eyes were filled with unreadable emotion as he laid there and watched Blaine silently, the impact of Blaine's gaze on him almost coming with physical force.
"No..." Blaine murmured with the smallest shake of his head. Kurt's eyes seemed so much more bright in this light, and Blaine could see the moment something changed and shifted in Kurt's thought process. His features changed, they became sad, and Blaine wasn't privy to why. It didn't matter, either. Kurt might have ultimately been the reason their relationship ended how it did, and there was the fact they hadn't seen each other in years, but nothing could take away the past they shared. At first, Kurt had been all business, albeit with the compassionate and gentle streak that was ultimately a Hummel gene. He got that off his dad, and just owned it himself as he got older and found his own way in the world. Blaine had thought Kurt was just doing his job, and being a friend because they did share a past, but he could see now that this was impacting on Kurt too. Kurt has just confessed as much, and for some reason, that helped Blaine feel like it was okay for him to still be weak and broken inside. Kurt got him. Kurt had always got him. And without even thinking, Blaine leaned close and the gap was breached between them, and his lips brushed softly and cautiously against Kurt's in a move that he just couldn't let himself explain right now. Or maybe ever.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: Behind these hazel eyes
Where: Kurt's apartment, New York City
When: Two nights after Blaine comes to stay with Kurt
Blaine didn't just stay one night at Kurt's place. He stayed three. Kurt called in sick the day after his two days off, telling his boss that he had a terrible gastro bug and couldn't possibly make it in. Of course, it was immediately followed by a string of pissed off texts from Santana telling him she knew he was lying, which he just ignored. He would pay for that later, but it was worth the hassle, as far as he was concerned.
Finally, Blaine actually rested. Initially, he seemed unsure of whether he was even allowed to relax in Kurt's home, their past baggage clearly playing on his mind somewhere. Kurt just played it by ear, relaxing himself on his days off and Blaine just followed his lead. Kurt made sure he had whatever he needed in easy reach, and then lit some aromatherapy relaxation candles around the apartment that gave off a gentle scent. Blaine took his meds again when they were due at Kurt's coaxing, and then as soon as he settled for a lie down in Kurt's guest room, he actually went out like a light. Then proceeded to sleep for the next nineteen hours. Kurt had stuck close in case Blaine needed anything, or woke with nightmares, or a terror at being in an unfamiliar place, but he barely stirred and didn't even wake needing the bathroom.
When he did finally wake, he went to the bathroom and took Kurt up on the offer of a bath. It wasn't a quick process, and Kurt had to help him in and out of the tub, promising to keep his eyes averted which earned a bit of a faint chuckle from Blaine. That was positive. Kurt hadn't even seen him smile, not even come close. This was the tiniest bit of progress and part of why all this was worth with. While Blaine soaked in the bubble bath, Kurt heated up some chicken soup and made some toast for them both for a late lunch, and Blaine did actually eat a little this time too. He was still very lethargic, though, and wasn't speaking a lot, but still, Kurt didn't push him for anything. That wasn't what any of this about. It wasn't about getting facts or information. It wasn't about him being an FBI Agent at all. It was about him helping Blaine, and giving him a change of scenery because his recovery had been roadblocked by his own stressors. The inability to sleep, the forgetting to take his medication, trying to force through without it, dealing with having all the people he was close to in his personal space trying to make sure he was okay. Kurt knew their old friends, they would be extensively worried about him. But this time, it was just causing Blaine to pull himself further and further into his protective shell where there was no room for him to breathe or think straight.
Blaine went to lie down again after lunch, so Kurt cleaned up and sat down in his living room to go over the case notes again, seeing if he had missed anything that could be a glaringly obvious leads. He got so wrapped up in his work (not uncommon for him), that by the time he was flagged to the fact he had been sitting there for hours by his bladder, it was dark outside. He put the files back away into his briefcase and locked it, habit in case he ever got broken into, closed all the blinds over and ducked to the bathroom. After that, he peeked in on Blaine to check on him and found him awake, lying curled up on his side in a nest of covers with the lamp dimmed. "Hey, you..." Kurt greeted him quietly. "I didn't know you were awake. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm just resting. This is a really comfortable bed," Blaine replied quietly from where he was nestled against the mound of three pillows he was propped against. He met Kurt's gaze across the room. "Thinking about stuff too. Um, why didn't you ask me to go home? You only invited me for one night, and I was sort of waiting for you to tell me it was time to leave, but you didn't. It's night again now, so that means two nights plus going into another, not one. Unless you're about to remind me all that now...?" His voice was hesitant and nervous, because he really was waiting for Kurt to say he had outstayed a welcome that was probably already pushing the limits on this whole thing as it was. He just didn't want to go. He felt safe here and he felt protected, which he wasn't sure he would ever feel those things again in the wake of the second gay bashing of his life.
"Because you're not ready to go home," Kurt told him knowingly and came over to the bed. He went to the other side, climbing up onto it to sit next to Blaine, the remaining pillow being shoved behind his back so he could get comfortable. He folded his hands over his stomach and glanced down at Blaine, pressing his lips together. "I don't have all the answers for you, Blaine. I wish I did. A lot of me these days is very much how I used to function on the old days, on gut instinct, just maybe a little more honed. People are who I read above and beyond all else, it's my job. It's why I'm here. But you... Blaine, you were always the exception. I never looked at you through your mind and your personality, I looked at you through your heart, with my heart. You were my first everything and no matter what happened, and how much I screwed up over the time, that's something that never, ever will taken from us. When I read your name on that case file, it was like someone pull the world out from under me. Because knowing that you weren't okay, it was like nothing was okay, and I have to fix that. Which I will. The reason why I didn't ask you to go home though is, I never will. Maybe that does give me an epically risky conflict of interest, which I'm not unaware of, but I'm willing to lay everything on the line here to fix this for you. I also had no intention of telling you any of this, but there you are, lying there giving me The Eyes, and I never could hold strong with those. Like, ever," he joked, glancing back down at Blaine again with a wry smile.
Blaine was biting down on the inside of his lip while Kurt spoke, and he was getting emotional again knowing he had been going over and over in his mind what all this was supposed to mean. After the lunch Kurt had made with more TLC than Blaine was sure he deserved considering they were exes, he had napped a bit more, letting himself rest. Then he was awake and just spent the the rest of the time going over and over things in his head until it was such a mess, he ended up in another sobbing mess into the pillow with just hurt his chest with the cracked ribs. He eventually calmed down again, and it was shortly after that Kurt appeared at the door to check on him. Now, listening to Kurt talk, he was just taken back to the times where they were happy and he was sure his life was at its best. When they broke up, everything rebuilt eventually, but it always felt like there were missing pieces. Nothing ever felt quite right or content again. "Lie down with me?" he murmured.
Kurt caught his lip between his teeth briefly at the request, but he shuffled down the bed and rolled onto this side to lie down next to Blaine. "What's next? Arm wrestle? Play I Spy?" he joked, trying to keep things like even if there was obviously a lot bubbling under the surface here. Why couldn't he his resolve to keep a distance here? Why couldn't he say no to Blaine? Could it be that, right deep down inside a little piece of his heart he had locked away a long time ago, didn't want to say no? He could almost feel the force of Santana's death glare piercing him in his mind with this, but he shoved it away, watching Blaine's face in the dimmed light from the bedside lamp. Blaine's bruises were beginning to yellow now as they healed and the swelling that had been there a few days again was reducing with the salve Kurt had gotten for Blaine to use if he wanted to. There would be some scars, and not just physical, but Kurt had always known about Blaine's scars. He would never forget the night they first had sex, saw each other naked for the first time, he found the scars on Blaine's hip and inner thigh from the bashing after the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Blaine had shyed away, not wanting the subject to ruin their night, and tried to push it away. But they spoke about it and Blaine told him about the intimate injuries he had sustained and as soon as Kurt had softly pressed his lips to the deepest scar nestle low near Blaine's groin, things had changed between them forever. At the memory, Kurt's face fell, his subtle jokes dying as soon as they were over. His eyes were filled with unreadable emotion as he laid there and watched Blaine silently, the impact of Blaine's gaze on him almost coming with physical force.
"No..." Blaine murmured with the smallest shake of his head. Kurt's eyes seemed so much more bright in this light, and Blaine could see the moment something changed and shifted in Kurt's thought process. His features changed, they became sad, and Blaine wasn't privy to why. It didn't matter, either. Kurt might have ultimately been the reason their relationship ended how it did, and there was the fact they hadn't seen each other in years, but nothing could take away the past they shared. At first, Kurt had been all business, albeit with the compassionate and gentle streak that was ultimately a Hummel gene. He got that off his dad, and just owned it himself as he got older and found his own way in the world. Blaine had thought Kurt was just doing his job, and being a friend because they did share a past, but he could see now that this was impacting on Kurt too. Kurt has just confessed as much, and for some reason, that helped Blaine feel like it was okay for him to still be weak and broken inside. Kurt got him. Kurt had always got him. And without even thinking, Blaine leaned close and the gap was breached between them, and his lips brushed softly and cautiously against Kurt's in a move that he just couldn't let himself explain right now. Or maybe ever.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE