Morning after dark
Who: rockstarwarbler and thinksofmailman
What: More morning afterness
Where: Hummel-Hudson Residence
When: Sunday morning
Episode: 2x14 "Blame it on the Alcohol"
Rating: PG
Blaine unlocked the bathroom door and winced when the click of the lock sounded like a car backfiring. He just hurt all over, and his head was pounding. It was probably fortunate the bathroom had been free, considering four people lived here, because when Blaine woke up for the second time in Kurt's extremely cosy and familiar-scented bed, Blaine had no choice but to bolt across the hall to go ten rounds with the porcelain goddess. It was such an ordeal, that he only stopped to think in embarrassment after the fact that he probably hadn't been quiet about it, either. His clothes felt like he had been in them a week, and it felt like he hadn't showered in a month. He had given himself a tentative sniff, and it really wasn't the best result that he had wanted.
He had washed his face and rinsed his mouth, but he was sort of snookered to know what else to do until he tracked Kurt down. He still felt sick and woozy, and the smell of breakfast (or it was probably lunch) emanating from downstairs when he opened the bathroom door had him swallowing heavily to try and push another wave of nausea down. He shielded his eyes from what he was sure were blinding lights from some window, when really the hall was quite dimmed. He made his way slowly and gingerly back towards Kurt's room, taking small steps and keeping his other hand touched against the wall for stability. Having his eyes covered proved to be the mistake, though, when he abruptly smacked into a huge body coming out of one of the door ways.
Finn.
With a tiny groan he didn't quite manage to stifle in time, Blaine peered groggily up at Finn's face, forehead, nose and eyes all scrunched up a little in pain. "... hello," he said tentatively.
What: More morning afterness
Where: Hummel-Hudson Residence
When: Sunday morning
Episode: 2x14 "Blame it on the Alcohol"
Rating: PG
Blaine unlocked the bathroom door and winced when the click of the lock sounded like a car backfiring. He just hurt all over, and his head was pounding. It was probably fortunate the bathroom had been free, considering four people lived here, because when Blaine woke up for the second time in Kurt's extremely cosy and familiar-scented bed, Blaine had no choice but to bolt across the hall to go ten rounds with the porcelain goddess. It was such an ordeal, that he only stopped to think in embarrassment after the fact that he probably hadn't been quiet about it, either. His clothes felt like he had been in them a week, and it felt like he hadn't showered in a month. He had given himself a tentative sniff, and it really wasn't the best result that he had wanted.
He had washed his face and rinsed his mouth, but he was sort of snookered to know what else to do until he tracked Kurt down. He still felt sick and woozy, and the smell of breakfast (or it was probably lunch) emanating from downstairs when he opened the bathroom door had him swallowing heavily to try and push another wave of nausea down. He shielded his eyes from what he was sure were blinding lights from some window, when really the hall was quite dimmed. He made his way slowly and gingerly back towards Kurt's room, taking small steps and keeping his other hand touched against the wall for stability. Having his eyes covered proved to be the mistake, though, when he abruptly smacked into a huge body coming out of one of the door ways.
Finn.
With a tiny groan he didn't quite manage to stifle in time, Blaine peered groggily up at Finn's face, forehead, nose and eyes all scrunched up a little in pain. "... hello," he said tentatively.