To call for hands of above to lean on
Who: Kurt and Blaine
When: Right after this call, Wednesday evening.
Where: A shmancy restaurant in Sector 5, and who knows from there!
Summary: Having made this agreement with Yaha (TRIGGER WARNING for the link, please tread carefully ;;), Kurt is hell-bent on enjoying this week as much as he can.
Warnings:: Allusions to rape-ish subject matter. Otherwise angst and cuteness in some weird fusion that would probably taste good with a celery stalk in it.
'I love you so much'.
Kurt had never felt sickened upon saying those words before. They usually slid warm hands below him and lifted him up, holding him high above everything, but not tonight. Tonight he felt like they pushed him down deep into soil to scratch until he suffocated.
It should have felt like a long, terrible wait, stretched and drawn out before him with something horrible on the other end--but it didn't. The minutes were flying by, and Kurt was clamoring to grab on the edge of something, to steady himself. One week. Oh god, six days. Almost five days. Why is this happening--
He splashed cold water on his face, silencing his thoughts. He couldn't panic, not when he was about to be seeing Blaine. He fell easily back into the dread and horror on the way to the other boy's apartment, though, and barely pulled himself together enough to slap on a smile and knock on the door. This night was going to be wonderful, and nothing would stop that. Nothing could. He wouldn't let it.
When: Right after this call, Wednesday evening.
Where: A shmancy restaurant in Sector 5, and who knows from there!
Summary: Having made this agreement with Yaha (TRIGGER WARNING for the link, please tread carefully ;;), Kurt is hell-bent on enjoying this week as much as he can.
Warnings:: Allusions to rape-ish subject matter. Otherwise angst and cuteness in some weird fusion that would probably taste good with a celery stalk in it.
'I love you so much'.
Kurt had never felt sickened upon saying those words before. They usually slid warm hands below him and lifted him up, holding him high above everything, but not tonight. Tonight he felt like they pushed him down deep into soil to scratch until he suffocated.
It should have felt like a long, terrible wait, stretched and drawn out before him with something horrible on the other end--but it didn't. The minutes were flying by, and Kurt was clamoring to grab on the edge of something, to steady himself. One week. Oh god, six days. Almost five days. Why is this happening--
He splashed cold water on his face, silencing his thoughts. He couldn't panic, not when he was about to be seeing Blaine. He fell easily back into the dread and horror on the way to the other boy's apartment, though, and barely pulled himself together enough to slap on a smile and knock on the door. This night was going to be wonderful, and nothing would stop that. Nothing could. He wouldn't let it.