★ Miss Rachel Barbra Berry (
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slidingmoments2012-09-08 02:29 pm
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"This time I think I'm to blame. It's harder to get through the days. You get older and blame turns
Who: Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel
What: Unexpected facing of music
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: A few days after THIS and resulting from THIS
Rachel couldn't deny that she was nervous. In fact, she was so nervous, she felt like she was just going to throw up all the time in anticipation of this conversation. Blaine was back in Miami, and although he was staying with Kurt for the couple of days they were here, she needed to seize this window of opportunity she had to try and make amends with one of her closest friends before she lost him. In fact, it was why she didn't text him in advance to warn him she was coming, in case he didn't want to talk to her. She had been a mess lately, she didn't think she could add that one more rejection on the top of everything. She just had to take Robin Williams sound advice, and seize the day. Carpe diem! She had even watched Dead Poets Society three times last night after seeing Blaine's Facebook post to try and pluck up more courage for this.
This apartment block didn't have buzzers. Each place had their own knocker or bell, so that did help. She rang the doorbell and stood back, fiddling anxiously with the leather strap of her handbag over her shoulder. She didn't know what she was going to do if Blaine told her to piss off. It really could be the end of everything.
What: Unexpected facing of music
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: A few days after THIS and resulting from THIS
Rachel couldn't deny that she was nervous. In fact, she was so nervous, she felt like she was just going to throw up all the time in anticipation of this conversation. Blaine was back in Miami, and although he was staying with Kurt for the couple of days they were here, she needed to seize this window of opportunity she had to try and make amends with one of her closest friends before she lost him. In fact, it was why she didn't text him in advance to warn him she was coming, in case he didn't want to talk to her. She had been a mess lately, she didn't think she could add that one more rejection on the top of everything. She just had to take Robin Williams sound advice, and seize the day. Carpe diem! She had even watched Dead Poets Society three times last night after seeing Blaine's Facebook post to try and pluck up more courage for this.
This apartment block didn't have buzzers. Each place had their own knocker or bell, so that did help. She rang the doorbell and stood back, fiddling anxiously with the leather strap of her handbag over her shoulder. She didn't know what she was going to do if Blaine told her to piss off. It really could be the end of everything.
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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.
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