013 // Accidental video. Forward-dated to tomorrow morning.
[The NV turns on on its side somewhere on the floor, seemingly after fallen from somewhere higher up. It focuses on two pairs of feet--one in black slippers, the other with one shoe on. It starts recording in the middle of a conversation.
--are you doing?
Getting dressed. Since you seem to find me so disgusting, I'm not going to force you to look at me.
No, I just went down on you the other day because I was bored. Blaine, I just didn't want it to be like that. I didn't want it to be on a table, I wanted it to be-- I don't know, I just didn't want that.
[One pair of feet walks around as if searching around for something.] And what do you think I wanted? Do you honestly think I wanted my first time to be like that too? You're the one who had all of the control. I was only following your lead. I was letting you do what you wanted. I've been so paranoid about scaring you or freaking you out I've given you all of the control. You set the pace here, not me.
[Acidly.] Oh, you're such a martyr. So noble and self-sacrificing, right? Because I keep you on the short leash, right? You're the victim here. You're always the victim, even when I'm the one who gets--who gets assaulted and threatened and thrown in prison--when my roommate dies--
[The slippered feet start padding around the room, and things are picked up off the floor hastily.] Poor Blaine Anderson whose shrew of a boyfriend ruins his life--
[The other pair of feet stills, and things start vibrating around the room. The floor shakes somewhat, and the clinking of glass can be heard.]
[A pause.] Don't you dare.
[There is a loud crack as a mirror breaks, and Blaine's feet approach Kurt as he tears his things away from Kurt's arms.] Right. Because you've never lost control of your abilities before, have you.
[There is a long, horrible moment of silence.] Get out. Get your things and get out of here.
[Blaine finds his shoe and puts it on.] You know what, just forget it. You can just throw out whatever is left. [He storms out.]
[Kurt's feet are still in the frame, and the sound of tears can be heard. He stands there for a long time until he turns and notices the NV.]
Goddamnit-- [He moves to turn it off]
[[ooc; Blaine is red and Kurt is black. For those who want context or just feel like reading some serious angst, the full argument can be found here.]
--are you doing?
Getting dressed. Since you seem to find me so disgusting, I'm not going to force you to look at me.
No, I just went down on you the other day because I was bored. Blaine, I just didn't want it to be like that. I didn't want it to be on a table, I wanted it to be-- I don't know, I just didn't want that.
[One pair of feet walks around as if searching around for something.] And what do you think I wanted? Do you honestly think I wanted my first time to be like that too? You're the one who had all of the control. I was only following your lead. I was letting you do what you wanted. I've been so paranoid about scaring you or freaking you out I've given you all of the control. You set the pace here, not me.
[Acidly.] Oh, you're such a martyr. So noble and self-sacrificing, right? Because I keep you on the short leash, right? You're the victim here. You're always the victim, even when I'm the one who gets--who gets assaulted and threatened and thrown in prison--when my roommate dies--
[The slippered feet start padding around the room, and things are picked up off the floor hastily.] Poor Blaine Anderson whose shrew of a boyfriend ruins his life--
[The other pair of feet stills, and things start vibrating around the room. The floor shakes somewhat, and the clinking of glass can be heard.]
[A pause.] Don't you dare.
[There is a loud crack as a mirror breaks, and Blaine's feet approach Kurt as he tears his things away from Kurt's arms.] Right. Because you've never lost control of your abilities before, have you.
[There is a long, horrible moment of silence.] Get out. Get your things and get out of here.
[Blaine finds his shoe and puts it on.] You know what, just forget it. You can just throw out whatever is left. [He storms out.]
[Kurt's feet are still in the frame, and the sound of tears can be heard. He stands there for a long time until he turns and notices the NV.]
Goddamnit-- [He moves to turn it off]
[[ooc; Blaine is red and Kurt is black. For those who want context or just feel like reading some serious angst, the full argument can be found here.]