“Don’t touch me,” Kurt moved away from Puck’s comforting touch, tucking himself against the opposite corner of the couch and glaring at his boyfriend.
“Do you want some Kleenex?” Puck offered.
“No,” Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes red itchy and red from the crying he’d done from almost the beginning of the movie, a movie his boyfriend had promised had a happy ending. It hadn’t; the movie was the most depressing thing Kurt had ever watched and he’d spent most of it sobbing into Puck’s chest. Which had probably been his boyfriend’s plan after Kurt had firmly said no horror movies. “Next time I’m picking the movie.”
“Fine by me,” Puck said easily. “I like anything as long as I watch it with you.”
Kurt hated how it was impossible to stay angry at him.
“Do you want some Kleenex?” Puck offered.
“No,” Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes red itchy and red from the crying he’d done from almost the beginning of the movie, a movie his boyfriend had promised had a happy ending. It hadn’t; the movie was the most depressing thing Kurt had ever watched and he’d spent most of it sobbing into Puck’s chest. Which had probably been his boyfriend’s plan after Kurt had firmly said no horror movies. “Next time I’m picking the movie.”
“Fine by me,” Puck said easily. “I like anything as long as I watch it with you.”
Kurt hated how it was impossible to stay angry at him.
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