Who: ALL NEWCOMERS! When: Saturday, 11/26 ALL DAY/into the night Where: House of Awesome! Summary: Tis Thanksgiving HoA style! Warnings: Maybe swearing, but probably none
Blaine hadn't realized how much he'd missed this place until he was standing in it again. The last time he had been here was for his therapy with Emma and then Kurt's hospitalization had taken all of his attention and caused him to put off coming back. He knew that was dangerous, and probably a little unhealthy, but after going back home for seven months and coming back to find only the weekend had gone by, he felt better and it seemed silly to call for his next appointment
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"Hello Blaine." Erik called out from the hall to the rec room, magnetically balancing a plate with fruit he was eating off of, a mug of coffee in his hand, a fork in the other. "I'm glad you came."
Blaine smiled when he saw the older man. He had the look of someone who had just recovered from the flu, a little pale and tired looking, but his hair was perfectly maintained and his smile was genuine.
"Not at all, you're a guest. Guests don't help." Blaine didn't look well to him, but he didn't look ill enough to fuss too much. Still. "There's some juice in the kitchen, and plenty of food." Eat, in other words.
It was an easy motion, touching the back of his hand to Blaine's forehead for a moment. "If there something you'd like?"
Blaine closed his eyes for a moment at the touch, unable to stop the weird flutter in his heart at having such a strong, masculine hand touching him with concern.
"I'm okay," he said after a moment. "I had a cold for a bit, but Kurt took care of me. He's been excellent at it. There was even homemade soup."
He tried to turn it into a bit of a tease, to help Michael feel less concerned. "I hope you don't take offense if I say it was the best soup I've ever had?" He smiled a bit, playfully.
It had been over half a year for him since he had been here eating the soup that Michael made, but he still remembered it clearly.
"For seven months," Blaine answered, sobering up as he thought about it. "When we got back though, only the weekend had passed. It was a little disorienting."
Blaine looked a little embarrassed by the first comment, but he couldn't even begin to consider the second part. "Did she forget everything when she was back home?"
"I think so. Not everyone does though. What about you two?" He noticed the slight embarrassment, but chucked it up to him being fussed over like he was one of Magneto's grandchildren.
Blaine shook his head. "It was hazy for me, like a dream. I forgot about it after a while." A pause. "I didn't want to think I would have really done the things I did here, I think. It was easier to believe that it was some weird fantasy."
"That's understandable. This place...it doesn't reflect poorly on you, realize. A place like this. It's not-don't judge yourself harshly." Gently, sincerely.
"And I've heard that before. It being dream-like."
"I'm glad to hear that. Come on, let's get some food into you. Perk your colour up." No he wasn't kidding. But there was plenty of light foods as well, and tea and coffee as well.
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"Hey. Can I help with anything?"
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It was an easy motion, touching the back of his hand to Blaine's forehead for a moment. "If there something you'd like?"
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"I'm okay," he said after a moment. "I had a cold for a bit, but Kurt took care of me. He's been excellent at it. There was even homemade soup."
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He tried to turn it into a bit of a tease, to help Michael feel less concerned. "I hope you don't take offense if I say it was the best soup I've ever had?" He smiled a bit, playfully.
It had been over half a year for him since he had been here eating the soup that Michael made, but he still remembered it clearly.
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Sorry Blaine - he remembers dying of influenza, and his parents stories of the 1918 pandemic.
"You boys where home for a little while, weren't you?"
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"And I've heard that before. It being dream-like."
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