[RL] Body snatcher. {forward-dated}
"Kurt?" Blaine calls, poking his head into the living room, and then the kitchen. He could have sworn the other boy had been there just moments before. Slowly, he traverses the stairs, poking his head in each room on the way past. Kurt's not exactly the outdoors type, but maybe he ought to look out on the porch. "Kurt?"
He starts back down the stairs, getting his phone out to shoot a text.
Kurt, where did you go?
Though he's quick to put his blackberry away again when he does, in fact, find his boyfriend on the porch. "What are you doing out here?" he asks, trying not to seem too concerned, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I thought you'd run away." Trying to make light really isn't repairing the sinking feeling he has, though far be it from him to identify where it came from.
He starts back down the stairs, getting his phone out to shoot a text.
Kurt, where did you go?
Though he's quick to put his blackberry away again when he does, in fact, find his boyfriend on the porch. "What are you doing out here?" he asks, trying not to seem too concerned, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I thought you'd run away." Trying to make light really isn't repairing the sinking feeling he has, though far be it from him to identify where it came from.