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Who: Kurt and Blaine
When: Today
Where: Their Apartment (their bedroom)
Summary: Blaine reads the paper and reacts. Kurt comforts.
Warnings: Physical manifestations of depression. Talk of death. Possible comfort sex. Will update if needed.
Kurt and Blaine's schedules sometimes ended up being the opposite of each other. That meant that some days Blaine would be sleeping when Kurt headed to work, and getting ready to leave when he came home. Blaine had expected that kind of issue when he started working for a night club and the pair usually found ways to spend time together.
Today had been one of the days that Blaine woke after Kurt had already left for the day but had the rest of his night free. He thought about getting up, doing some chores or work, possibly bugging Rachel to help him rehearse for his new show, but all of that was derailed when he set himself up with some cereal and sat to read the paper before starting the day.
He had suspected when the blurry photograph came out but to see it in print disturbed him. Tyrell was dead. He had been eaten.
Suddenly Blaine's appetite was gone. All thought of being productive for the rest of the day disappeared. Instead he went back into his bedroom and laid down, curling up inside of the blankets with his head on Kurt's pillow.
He slept off and on throughout the day until Kurt came home.
When: Today
Where: Their Apartment (their bedroom)
Summary: Blaine reads the paper and reacts. Kurt comforts.
Warnings: Physical manifestations of depression. Talk of death. Possible comfort sex. Will update if needed.
Kurt and Blaine's schedules sometimes ended up being the opposite of each other. That meant that some days Blaine would be sleeping when Kurt headed to work, and getting ready to leave when he came home. Blaine had expected that kind of issue when he started working for a night club and the pair usually found ways to spend time together.
Today had been one of the days that Blaine woke after Kurt had already left for the day but had the rest of his night free. He thought about getting up, doing some chores or work, possibly bugging Rachel to help him rehearse for his new show, but all of that was derailed when he set himself up with some cereal and sat to read the paper before starting the day.
He had suspected when the blurry photograph came out but to see it in print disturbed him. Tyrell was dead. He had been eaten.
Suddenly Blaine's appetite was gone. All thought of being productive for the rest of the day disappeared. Instead he went back into his bedroom and laid down, curling up inside of the blankets with his head on Kurt's pillow.
He slept off and on throughout the day until Kurt came home.