The anger wasn't gone. It pulsed quietly beneath the surface, like something sick and growing, ever-present inside of him. Still--it was quieter, now. Kurt had managed to break free of the twist of horrible emotions that had held him down for an entire week, and he almost felt like himself again.
He'd pulled it all together, painting over his ill feelings as he always did--with hairspray, fashion and a blistering attitude--working on stage and under cars until he had no energy left to think. The pain hadn't left completely, but he'd ignored it long enough to convince himself he was fine. He would have been fine, if Blaine hadn't--
The sight of the other boy with such a hideous reminder of all the physical violence he'd suffered in his young life had been impossible to ignore. Kurt hadn't even kept things surface level, had he? No, he'd welcomed Blaine into his home, sang a song about not letting go, and passed out on him.
I'm worse at breaking up than I am at being in a relationship, was the thought that remained with him bitterly
( ... )
Blaine straightened up when Kurt appeared. He managed a smile, but it wasn't exactly happy. It was nervous and uncomfortable. "Hey," he said. "Thank you for coming."
It was such a stupid thing to say that Blaine winced inwardly, but he couldn't take it back now that it was out. He would have completely understood if Kurt stood him up.
"Come on, let's get our coffee," Kurt said with a perfectly disarming smile. He'd become ridiculously proficient in faking it, honestly, and wondered if he could even tell the difference anymore.
He ordered for them both without thinking, and his expression grew rather drawn as he handed Blaine his medium drip. "Ah--a table near the window, maybe?"
Blaine wondered if it was really possible for a person to feel their heart breaking in two. He could almost swear there was some kind of vice in his chest, squeezing him hard. He forced his mind to focus on his breathing. It would seriously not help his case if he lost control of his abilities while trying to apologize to Kurt.
He took his coffee and held it in his hands as they got their table. The heat from the drink was reassuring, normal, something they did all the time. He didn't even stop to get the packets of sugar he usually put in his drink because he didn't want to let go of the cup.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, worried about Kurt since he had passed out after using his power.
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He'd pulled it all together, painting over his ill feelings as he always did--with hairspray, fashion and a blistering attitude--working on stage and under cars until he had no energy left to think. The pain hadn't left completely, but he'd ignored it long enough to convince himself he was fine. He would have been fine, if Blaine hadn't--
The sight of the other boy with such a hideous reminder of all the physical violence he'd suffered in his young life had been impossible to ignore. Kurt hadn't even kept things surface level, had he? No, he'd welcomed Blaine into his home, sang a song about not letting go, and passed out on him.
I'm worse at breaking up than I am at being in a relationship, was the thought that remained with him bitterly ( ... )
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It was such a stupid thing to say that Blaine winced inwardly, but he couldn't take it back now that it was out. He would have completely understood if Kurt stood him up.
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He ordered for them both without thinking, and his expression grew rather drawn as he handed Blaine his medium drip. "Ah--a table near the window, maybe?"
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He took his coffee and held it in his hands as they got their table. The heat from the drink was reassuring, normal, something they did all the time. He didn't even stop to get the packets of sugar he usually put in his drink because he didn't want to let go of the cup.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, worried about Kurt since he had passed out after using his power.
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