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Who: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson
What: Of aftermaths and uncertainty
Where: Kurt's apartment
When: About a week and a half after Blaine's discharge
Pins and needles were pulsing through Kurt's arm as he woke up slowly. Biting down on his lip in concentration, he carefully eased it out from under Blaine's waist and rolled onto his back. Blaine continued to snooze on beside him, and after staring at the ceiling for a few moments, Kurt sighed and turned his head to watch Blaine's face. His long, thick eyelashes rested on his cheeks and his curly hair was messed up and twisting in all directions over his head, including a little stray tendril looped just near his temple. Internally, Kurt gave himself a swift mental kick while he gradually eased himself up in the bed to sit on the side of it and look around to see where he had left his fluffy bathrobe.
The memories of what had happened between them earlier in the evening popped back into his head. Soft, warm lips, hands searching, legs entwined, naked skin pressed together, crumpled sheets tangled around feet... Kurt sat there, spotting his bathrobe in a pile by the nightstand, right next to the torn foil empty condom wrapper. He chewed on the corner of his lip again and reached to grab the bathrobe. He only got one arm into it before he felt a warm hand come to rest on his bare hip to match the mumbled, "Don'go..."
With his one arm in the robe, Kurt looked behind him over his shoulder whilst he tried to negotiate his hand into the other sleeve. "We shouldn't have done that," was his hushed response, but instead of still getting up like he intended, his gaze lingered on Blaine's sleepy face nestle on his pillow while he tried to contemplate this whole damn situation and how it had just taken an about-turn on everything. "This is why I was supposed to stay in my guest room."
What: Of aftermaths and uncertainty
Where: Kurt's apartment
When: About a week and a half after Blaine's discharge
Pins and needles were pulsing through Kurt's arm as he woke up slowly. Biting down on his lip in concentration, he carefully eased it out from under Blaine's waist and rolled onto his back. Blaine continued to snooze on beside him, and after staring at the ceiling for a few moments, Kurt sighed and turned his head to watch Blaine's face. His long, thick eyelashes rested on his cheeks and his curly hair was messed up and twisting in all directions over his head, including a little stray tendril looped just near his temple. Internally, Kurt gave himself a swift mental kick while he gradually eased himself up in the bed to sit on the side of it and look around to see where he had left his fluffy bathrobe.
The memories of what had happened between them earlier in the evening popped back into his head. Soft, warm lips, hands searching, legs entwined, naked skin pressed together, crumpled sheets tangled around feet... Kurt sat there, spotting his bathrobe in a pile by the nightstand, right next to the torn foil empty condom wrapper. He chewed on the corner of his lip again and reached to grab the bathrobe. He only got one arm into it before he felt a warm hand come to rest on his bare hip to match the mumbled, "Don'go..."
With his one arm in the robe, Kurt looked behind him over his shoulder whilst he tried to negotiate his hand into the other sleeve. "We shouldn't have done that," was his hushed response, but instead of still getting up like he intended, his gaze lingered on Blaine's sleepy face nestle on his pillow while he tried to contemplate this whole damn situation and how it had just taken an about-turn on everything. "This is why I was supposed to stay in my guest room."