Quinn and Mercedes were out at the mall shopping for groceries after hearing they would have Kurt and Blaine with them for the weekend. Kurt was on a strict diet regime he had to follow to literally the minute, so they had to get a few extra things to fit in with that and Kurt wasn't up to shopping himself. Neither was Blaine after the long drive the evening before. Which is why, now the morning after the arrived back from Jacksonville, Blaine was still out like a light. Neither of them had slept so well the night before. They had to adjust sharing a bed and Kurt had been restless after the trip, being plagued with stomach pains that still came now and again as he re-adjusted to eating solid food. It upset his stomach, had him stuck on the toilet for hours on end, but he was still fighting it with Blaine's help.
But that was why he was awake now and Blaine wasn't. Blaine was curled up in a nest of covers in Kurt's bed fast asleep, while Kurt had been lying on the sofa trying to get a little more sleep himself, but keeping a safe distance to the bathroom. He had an en suite in his room, but he didn't want to wake Blaine getting up and down to that. Blaine had been amazing over these past few weeks, and he deserved a sound and long rest after it. So, when the doorbell rang, Kurt was up to answer it, pushing the little throw rug away he had wrapped around himself while he napped. He felt the cold with his lowered body weight and even warm days in Miami, he could be shivering.
Instead, he wrapped it around his shoulders and padded barefoot up the hall, moving past his room quietly so Blaine didn't wake up. He assumed it would be Puck dropping in to visit Blaine, but when he answered the door and found... "Rachel," he said through a small, surprised intake of breath. Their last encounter had been pretty awful, and led to Kurt spiralling out of control with his condition again. Binge eating, purging and then smashing his face on the treadmill when he passed out from over-exercising to try and burn off the extra binge calories.
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But that was why he was awake now and Blaine wasn't. Blaine was curled up in a nest of covers in Kurt's bed fast asleep, while Kurt had been lying on the sofa trying to get a little more sleep himself, but keeping a safe distance to the bathroom. He had an en suite in his room, but he didn't want to wake Blaine getting up and down to that. Blaine had been amazing over these past few weeks, and he deserved a sound and long rest after it. So, when the doorbell rang, Kurt was up to answer it, pushing the little throw rug away he had wrapped around himself while he napped. He felt the cold with his lowered body weight and even warm days in Miami, he could be shivering.
Instead, he wrapped it around his shoulders and padded barefoot up the hall, moving past his room quietly so Blaine didn't wake up. He assumed it would be Puck dropping in to visit Blaine, but when he answered the door and found... "Rachel," he said through a small, surprised intake of breath. Their last encounter had been pretty awful, and led to Kurt spiralling out of control with his condition again. Binge eating, purging and then smashing his face on the treadmill when he passed out from over-exercising to try and burn off the extra binge calories.