"I heard it through the grapevine."

[justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com]

Who: justbeingaqueen, gotstarpower, and woman_or_a_girl (posting order)
What: Fag Hag Tag Teaming
Where: Kurt's apartment
When: After THIS and THIS

Kurt must have been in a really deep sleep, because when his apartment buzzer went, he was sure he was dreaming it. He woke up quickly, a bit of subconscious awareness kicking in, and lifted his head, straining to listen for the sound he wasn't sure he heard. Then it went again, and he was forced to quickly and groggily take in his surrounding and became abruptly aware of the fact he was spooning another body. Another body in his bed. Rapidly, his brain reminded him that the good Dr Anderson was staying with him in his care and was using Kurt's bed because it had an en suite in case the bathroom was needed urgently. Kurt remembered helping Blaine eat a little bit of chicken broth and then just sat down on the bed beside him to chat quietly while he waited to see if Blaine would tolerate the food. He must have fallen asleep without even realising. The TV was on low and the lights dimmed right down, but Blaine was out like a light snuggle back against Kurt's body, his breathing deep and even.

He carefully untangled himself and got up out of bed, rubbing at his face and trying to scrape his hair back into something presentable. He was still in his casual clothes he had changed into after they got home but it was only when he passed through the living room to get to the front door of his apartment (that was one half of a larger house renovated to split into two smaller apartments) that he realised it was actually ten thirty in the morning and he had to do a double-take at the clock. "Fuck..." he cursed in disbelief when he realised he and Blaine had probably slept snuggled up together all freaking night. On the upside, it didn't seem that Blaine had woken up once, which was a good thing.

But when he answered the door and found Quinn and Mercedes both standing on his stoop smirking deviously back at him, he gave a huffy sigh and rolled his eyes. "I'm an atheist, so whatever you're trying to convert me to, it won't beat the sacrificial ceremonies to Satan I perform every time I take a cock up the ass." Despite his voice being hoarse and scratchy from just being woken, he still managed to perfect the sassy bite to his words. "Is this an intervention, darlings?"