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justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: Fate is a determined bitch
Where: Publix, Miami Beach
When: Day after Blaine asks Kurt on a date
Rating: Swearing present
Kurt's mood had been on the volatile side ever since his extraordinarily atrocious day, but he knew that a lot of it could be put down to having his world tipped upside down by Blaine and not being sure how he was supposed to be responding to everything. First the White Knight routine, then the flowers, the date, and then the onlin conversation right into the very early hours of that morning. It was Kurt's day off, so it hadn't mattered because he had the option of staying in bed and catching up on sleep (which is what he did), but it was just as he was signing off to go to bed that he saw Blaine's posting about having college but still staying up... and Kurt just couldn't decide how he should be feeling about all this. It was knocking him for a six and he felt like he needed to hit the pause button just to catch up with everything happening to give him a chance to find his feet.
Which is why he didn't really mean to throw a complete diva hissy fit with Quinn and Mercedes over running out of toilet paper. Kurt was usually so anal about having a good supply of necessities like that, but in his distraction and the fact he was usually the one to see to it, no one realised they had gotten down to the last roll... and Kurt was the one who got left high and dry. After bitching them both out, complete with bitchpls glares and hand gestures, he grabbed his wallet and keys to storm out of the apartment in a huge show of playing the martyr that he, once again, had to be the one to do all the dirty work. He knew it wasn't true, but he was primed from nerves about his impending date at the very swanky Miami Beach restaurant with Blaine that weekend, and because it was him, it spanned a lot further beyond just normal first date nerves. For Kurt, he had to also face the prospect of getting a three course meal into him in front of company who knew nothing about it. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.
He was still feeling bitchy and touchy as he stomped through Publix with a basket slung over his forearm. The truth was, he needed to get some air to try and clear his head a little. The day was wasted asleep until after lunch and then he finished the sketches for his latest mini-collection, which was an upcoming assessment for college. He might have gotten a huge headstart on it, but now he could just focus on the construction and fitting Quinn, Holly and Mercedes with the items to not only show a variety of age group, but also body sizes and style preferences. He was forever using the three of them as models, and they were used to it by now, making a good girls night of it any time he needed to work with them. On the flipside, it was Finn, Mike and Nick who copped it whenever he had menswear to work on. Kurt thrived on fashion design and it was only a matter of time before he found a niche in the market. Only, the past few days, who had been the one modelling all the creations in his head? Blaine Anderson. This just couldn't be healthy, right?
Which is why, as he turned into the aisle of personal hygiene products and what-not, Kurt nearly tripped over his own feet when he walked past someone in silver aviator sunglasses pushing a shopping cart at snail's pace and stopped short, turning back to do a double-take. He twisted around, reacting before he could even think to chicken out and took a few steps back. "Blaine?" he asked in surprise. He couldn't be completely 100% sure, but the height, the curly hair, those lips and that ass... oh god, Kurt was going to hell. Since when did he recognise guys from their ass?!
"Kurt!" Blaine squeaked, his voice breaking on the single, shocked word. He had been about a million miles away in his own little world as he shuffled through the grocery store. The lights had been so goddamn bright that he couldn't even fathom taking the sunglasses off without feeling like the glare would melt his brain out through all of his cranial orifices. It wouldn't be pretty, he was sure of it. But oh god, this really, really wasn't a good turn of events at all. They shopped at the same store? After everything, how could he be randomly running into Kurt here, now, all of a sudden, out of all the people that he could be running into right now. His fingers went up to loosely touch the rim of his glasses, almost going to take them off, but the raging pain in his head stopped him and he hesitated. "I... hello!"
Kurt looked Blaine over for a moment, forehead creasing up uncertaintly as he peered at him and then gave a little gesture of his fingers at the sunglasses, which were a very trendy and fashionable choice. He was impressed. "... hangover?" he guessed tentatively. Shit, what if their conversation on Facebook the night before had driven the guy to booze up? On the upside, it would probably get Kurt out of the date arrangements if that was the case... It was afternoon now, so it had to be a hell of a hangover if he was wandering around a grocery store in something to shield his eyes. Kurt just hadn't driven him to drink, he had probably turned him alcoholic.
Behind the dark glasses, Blaine blinked, but of course Kurt wouldn't see it. "I- what?" he responded in confusion, and then realised what Kurt was asking him. Crap, balls, fuck! He did not want Kurt to think he was some sort of boozer! "No, I... no." He had no choice then but to lift the glasses up to his forehead and immediately scrunched his face up when his eyes and head screamed in protest. Yep, the lights really did feel like they were boring a whole right into the depths of his brain matter. "Migraine," he managed to explain, cupping his hand over above his eyes to block some of the bright, artificial lighting.
Kurt hissed in sympathy as he now got sight of Blaine's red-rimmed puffy eyes and without the barrier of the glasses, there was an obvious pasty hue to his complexion that hadn't been there the other times Kurt had seen him. In fact, both times in the salon, Blaine had a healthy tint to his cheeks and his big hazel eyes had been right, like you didn't want to look away from his gaze. Not now, though, and without thinking again, Kurt rested his hand on Blaine's upper up with the tiniest of rubs. "You don't look so good. Why are you even out? Should you been in a dark room or something? Here, just..." He reached up and very carefully eased the glasses back down over Blaine's eyes and tucked them up onto his nose. What the freaking hell was that he just did?
Kurt just touched him! And Blaine just froze, not wanting to spook him or anything. His touch was so gentle, and his voice was filled with concern and care. Even through the glasses, Blaine could see genuine openess in Kurt's features. It was probably why he didn't even think before he opened his mouth again and then, "We ran out of toilet paper and it was kind of an urgent situation..." was falling out of it. His inner conscience immediately facepalmed, just like Blaine wanted to physically do as soon as the penny dropped he had drawn Kurt's attention to his shopping cart, that was not only filled with three packets of toilet paper (he didn't want to risk running into the same predicament again) and no less than six packets of condoms because, yes, he had used all of Puck's as water balloons and then got a guilty conscience over it and figured he should replace them. But, really, seemingly overkill on the toilet rolls and a cart full of various choices in front of the guy you were crushing on? Really, really not a good look. He was contemplating doing a funny dance, or tackling Kurt to the ground in a full body roll just to distract him then but Kurt's eyes were already dropping to look down into his cart, and Blaine's already unsettled stomach shot right up into his throat. "It's not what it looks like!" he shrieked.
Really, Kurt's brain was lodged on the fact they had both - freakishly - run out of toilet paper and were now running into each other on an emergency run. Not so much emergency for Kurt, because he had vengefully used Quinn's whole box of Kleenex, but still. The concept was there, and you could not get anything more random ever, as far as Kurt was concerned. He had never met Blaine in his life, but they apparently had been connected in the past, and now it seemed like they couldn't get away from each other. First the luck of Blaine seeing him from the cab, Blaine showing up at the salon with Puck, of all people, and then this... they shopped at the same grocery store and got cheated out of staple items at identical times. There was just no time for what-the-fucking on that point , though, before he had a whole knew reason to WTF over. His eyes planted the items in Blaine's basket and then widened a little, lips clamping together and twisting to the side as a barrage of assumptions flooded his brain. Well what the hell else was he supposed to think beyond Blaine being into orgies, or a porn star, or having no less than nineteen boyfriends on the go at once...? Until Kurt noticed the boxes were all extra large and of various kinks. Ribbed, flavoured, high sensation, and studded. STUDDED?! What the actual fuck?! Kurt just shook his head, clearing his throat. "I-I... um... no, it's... I..." he stammered and took a step back without realising. "I should just... um..." He pointed over his shoulder, taking another couple of steps back, ready to spin and do a runner, even in these heeled boots.
"Kurt!" Blaine cried in a panic and then caught Kurt's hand before he could bolt off. "Please, it's really not what it looks like. Whatever you're thinking, I swear, it's not it. These aren't mine, they're Puck's!" Yeah, like that made everything sound better. A gay room mate buying rubbers for his straight best friend. Yeah, that sounded totally fucking innocent... not. Why the hell did it have to be the truth, and why couldn't Blaine lie to save himself? Just don't let go of his hand, Blaine. Not while he still looks like he's going to bolt and never, ever to you again, a silent voice advise him in his head.
"Hey, to each his own. Whatever takes your fancy. It's not really my business," Kurt hastily responded. But then he side-eyed Blaine in disbelief. "No, you know what? I really, really don't want to know why you're shopping for Puck's birth control, because I'm pretty sure that will totally make my head explode, so I'm just going to go and you really should too. Lie down with your migraine and, erm, toilet paper..." He went to leave, and only then remembered that Blaine had a hold of his hand and the connection between them tugged when he stepped away, and he looked down at their joined hands. "Oh god, please tell me you use hand sanitiser after doing whatever it is with Puck's condoms you do," he moaned and only then pried his hand out of Blaine's. His wrist went a little limp and he shook his fingers out, like he was trying to rid them of Puck cooties.
Blaine's tongue sweeped across his lips to wet them, and he had to work concertedly not to pass out from mortification or vomit in panic. "I used all his condoms as water balloons, then pile them all in his closet filled with water because hewas being a dick! But then I felt guilty and thought I should replace them, only, despite whatever it is you might be thinking right now, I really, really have no idea what sort he uses because I didn't take that much notice, so I just grabbed some of each, and I really, really did run out of toilet paper, which is totally embarrassing and, oh god, please don't think I'm a weirdo and cancel our date. I'm really, really looking forward to it!" he pleaded with a tiny whimper of frustration as the hand now sans Kurt's went up to nurse his aching forehead.
"... water balloons?" Kurt coughed in utter disbelief. He knew he had to have heard right, but it was so totally random, it just didn't seem true. He looked at Blaine closely, and that was when the penny dropped that there was something so total innocent and playful within Blaine that had Kurt unable to walk away. Or look away. He wanted to know more, and it was more than curious to him how this guy's mind worked. Only a couple more moments passed before he had to bit down on his lip around an amused smile and looked down at his feet to pluck back his composure. Yes, he really had thought Blaine was a total weirdo, and yes, he was about to bolt and never give the guy a second glance.
"Yes," Blaine confirmed sheepishly and scuffed his toe against the wheel of his shopping cart. "I know, you don't have to say anything. Puck and me have a, uh, unique friendship. I promise I wasn't dropped on my head as a baby or anything. I realise there couldn't be anymore mortifying items in my cart right now if I planned this out and I totally can't believe we shop in the same place, but please? Don't cancel our date? Can we just pretend this never happened? Toilet paper and condoms should never be on the conversation menu this soon..." He watched Kurt hopefully through the sunglasses, and then pushed them back up on to his head so he could see his face better. It probably wasn't a good look when his face smooshed up against the lights again, but he was willing to make any sacrifice right now.
Kurt gave a soft sigh to accompany a fond shake of his head. "Oh my god, you really look terrible. Put those back on before you scare little children," he joked gently and once again put the glasses back down over Blaine's eyes. "I'll tell you what, how about you let Puckerman buy his own, uh, supplies, and I'll take you home before you pass out on me and we do this weird fate thing where I'm the one peeling you up off a floor? Because really, that's no basis for a Hollywood love story." He put his hand on Blaine's back and gently steered him back up the aisle, forcing him to abandon the shopping cart.
Like Blaine was going to say no to that. "Okay," he agreed freely. "But I really did run out of toilet paper and Puck buys the cheap crap."
Kurt gave Blaine's back a soft pat. "Story of my life. We'll stop in at Walgreen's down the street. And there I was assuming condoms only had one use of amusement..."
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarblerWhat: Fate is a determined bitch
Where: Publix, Miami Beach
When: Day after Blaine asks Kurt on a date
Rating: Swearing present
Kurt's mood had been on the volatile side ever since his extraordinarily atrocious day, but he knew that a lot of it could be put down to having his world tipped upside down by Blaine and not being sure how he was supposed to be responding to everything. First the White Knight routine, then the flowers, the date, and then the onlin conversation right into the very early hours of that morning. It was Kurt's day off, so it hadn't mattered because he had the option of staying in bed and catching up on sleep (which is what he did), but it was just as he was signing off to go to bed that he saw Blaine's posting about having college but still staying up... and Kurt just couldn't decide how he should be feeling about all this. It was knocking him for a six and he felt like he needed to hit the pause button just to catch up with everything happening to give him a chance to find his feet.
Which is why he didn't really mean to throw a complete diva hissy fit with Quinn and Mercedes over running out of toilet paper. Kurt was usually so anal about having a good supply of necessities like that, but in his distraction and the fact he was usually the one to see to it, no one realised they had gotten down to the last roll... and Kurt was the one who got left high and dry. After bitching them both out, complete with bitchpls glares and hand gestures, he grabbed his wallet and keys to storm out of the apartment in a huge show of playing the martyr that he, once again, had to be the one to do all the dirty work. He knew it wasn't true, but he was primed from nerves about his impending date at the very swanky Miami Beach restaurant with Blaine that weekend, and because it was him, it spanned a lot further beyond just normal first date nerves. For Kurt, he had to also face the prospect of getting a three course meal into him in front of company who knew nothing about it. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.
He was still feeling bitchy and touchy as he stomped through Publix with a basket slung over his forearm. The truth was, he needed to get some air to try and clear his head a little. The day was wasted asleep until after lunch and then he finished the sketches for his latest mini-collection, which was an upcoming assessment for college. He might have gotten a huge headstart on it, but now he could just focus on the construction and fitting Quinn, Holly and Mercedes with the items to not only show a variety of age group, but also body sizes and style preferences. He was forever using the three of them as models, and they were used to it by now, making a good girls night of it any time he needed to work with them. On the flipside, it was Finn, Mike and Nick who copped it whenever he had menswear to work on. Kurt thrived on fashion design and it was only a matter of time before he found a niche in the market. Only, the past few days, who had been the one modelling all the creations in his head? Blaine Anderson. This just couldn't be healthy, right?
Which is why, as he turned into the aisle of personal hygiene products and what-not, Kurt nearly tripped over his own feet when he walked past someone in silver aviator sunglasses pushing a shopping cart at snail's pace and stopped short, turning back to do a double-take. He twisted around, reacting before he could even think to chicken out and took a few steps back. "Blaine?" he asked in surprise. He couldn't be completely 100% sure, but the height, the curly hair, those lips and that ass... oh god, Kurt was going to hell. Since when did he recognise guys from their ass?!
"Kurt!" Blaine squeaked, his voice breaking on the single, shocked word. He had been about a million miles away in his own little world as he shuffled through the grocery store. The lights had been so goddamn bright that he couldn't even fathom taking the sunglasses off without feeling like the glare would melt his brain out through all of his cranial orifices. It wouldn't be pretty, he was sure of it. But oh god, this really, really wasn't a good turn of events at all. They shopped at the same store? After everything, how could he be randomly running into Kurt here, now, all of a sudden, out of all the people that he could be running into right now. His fingers went up to loosely touch the rim of his glasses, almost going to take them off, but the raging pain in his head stopped him and he hesitated. "I... hello!"
Kurt looked Blaine over for a moment, forehead creasing up uncertaintly as he peered at him and then gave a little gesture of his fingers at the sunglasses, which were a very trendy and fashionable choice. He was impressed. "... hangover?" he guessed tentatively. Shit, what if their conversation on Facebook the night before had driven the guy to booze up? On the upside, it would probably get Kurt out of the date arrangements if that was the case... It was afternoon now, so it had to be a hell of a hangover if he was wandering around a grocery store in something to shield his eyes. Kurt just hadn't driven him to drink, he had probably turned him alcoholic.
Behind the dark glasses, Blaine blinked, but of course Kurt wouldn't see it. "I- what?" he responded in confusion, and then realised what Kurt was asking him. Crap, balls, fuck! He did not want Kurt to think he was some sort of boozer! "No, I... no." He had no choice then but to lift the glasses up to his forehead and immediately scrunched his face up when his eyes and head screamed in protest. Yep, the lights really did feel like they were boring a whole right into the depths of his brain matter. "Migraine," he managed to explain, cupping his hand over above his eyes to block some of the bright, artificial lighting.
Kurt hissed in sympathy as he now got sight of Blaine's red-rimmed puffy eyes and without the barrier of the glasses, there was an obvious pasty hue to his complexion that hadn't been there the other times Kurt had seen him. In fact, both times in the salon, Blaine had a healthy tint to his cheeks and his big hazel eyes had been right, like you didn't want to look away from his gaze. Not now, though, and without thinking again, Kurt rested his hand on Blaine's upper up with the tiniest of rubs. "You don't look so good. Why are you even out? Should you been in a dark room or something? Here, just..." He reached up and very carefully eased the glasses back down over Blaine's eyes and tucked them up onto his nose. What the freaking hell was that he just did?
Kurt just touched him! And Blaine just froze, not wanting to spook him or anything. His touch was so gentle, and his voice was filled with concern and care. Even through the glasses, Blaine could see genuine openess in Kurt's features. It was probably why he didn't even think before he opened his mouth again and then, "We ran out of toilet paper and it was kind of an urgent situation..." was falling out of it. His inner conscience immediately facepalmed, just like Blaine wanted to physically do as soon as the penny dropped he had drawn Kurt's attention to his shopping cart, that was not only filled with three packets of toilet paper (he didn't want to risk running into the same predicament again) and no less than six packets of condoms because, yes, he had used all of Puck's as water balloons and then got a guilty conscience over it and figured he should replace them. But, really, seemingly overkill on the toilet rolls and a cart full of various choices in front of the guy you were crushing on? Really, really not a good look. He was contemplating doing a funny dance, or tackling Kurt to the ground in a full body roll just to distract him then but Kurt's eyes were already dropping to look down into his cart, and Blaine's already unsettled stomach shot right up into his throat. "It's not what it looks like!" he shrieked.
Really, Kurt's brain was lodged on the fact they had both - freakishly - run out of toilet paper and were now running into each other on an emergency run. Not so much emergency for Kurt, because he had vengefully used Quinn's whole box of Kleenex, but still. The concept was there, and you could not get anything more random ever, as far as Kurt was concerned. He had never met Blaine in his life, but they apparently had been connected in the past, and now it seemed like they couldn't get away from each other. First the luck of Blaine seeing him from the cab, Blaine showing up at the salon with Puck, of all people, and then this... they shopped at the same grocery store and got cheated out of staple items at identical times. There was just no time for what-the-fucking on that point , though, before he had a whole knew reason to WTF over. His eyes planted the items in Blaine's basket and then widened a little, lips clamping together and twisting to the side as a barrage of assumptions flooded his brain. Well what the hell else was he supposed to think beyond Blaine being into orgies, or a porn star, or having no less than nineteen boyfriends on the go at once...? Until Kurt noticed the boxes were all extra large and of various kinks. Ribbed, flavoured, high sensation, and studded. STUDDED?! What the actual fuck?! Kurt just shook his head, clearing his throat. "I-I... um... no, it's... I..." he stammered and took a step back without realising. "I should just... um..." He pointed over his shoulder, taking another couple of steps back, ready to spin and do a runner, even in these heeled boots.
"Kurt!" Blaine cried in a panic and then caught Kurt's hand before he could bolt off. "Please, it's really not what it looks like. Whatever you're thinking, I swear, it's not it. These aren't mine, they're Puck's!" Yeah, like that made everything sound better. A gay room mate buying rubbers for his straight best friend. Yeah, that sounded totally fucking innocent... not. Why the hell did it have to be the truth, and why couldn't Blaine lie to save himself? Just don't let go of his hand, Blaine. Not while he still looks like he's going to bolt and never, ever to you again, a silent voice advise him in his head.
"Hey, to each his own. Whatever takes your fancy. It's not really my business," Kurt hastily responded. But then he side-eyed Blaine in disbelief. "No, you know what? I really, really don't want to know why you're shopping for Puck's birth control, because I'm pretty sure that will totally make my head explode, so I'm just going to go and you really should too. Lie down with your migraine and, erm, toilet paper..." He went to leave, and only then remembered that Blaine had a hold of his hand and the connection between them tugged when he stepped away, and he looked down at their joined hands. "Oh god, please tell me you use hand sanitiser after doing whatever it is with Puck's condoms you do," he moaned and only then pried his hand out of Blaine's. His wrist went a little limp and he shook his fingers out, like he was trying to rid them of Puck cooties.
Blaine's tongue sweeped across his lips to wet them, and he had to work concertedly not to pass out from mortification or vomit in panic. "I used all his condoms as water balloons, then pile them all in his closet filled with water because hewas being a dick! But then I felt guilty and thought I should replace them, only, despite whatever it is you might be thinking right now, I really, really have no idea what sort he uses because I didn't take that much notice, so I just grabbed some of each, and I really, really did run out of toilet paper, which is totally embarrassing and, oh god, please don't think I'm a weirdo and cancel our date. I'm really, really looking forward to it!" he pleaded with a tiny whimper of frustration as the hand now sans Kurt's went up to nurse his aching forehead.
"... water balloons?" Kurt coughed in utter disbelief. He knew he had to have heard right, but it was so totally random, it just didn't seem true. He looked at Blaine closely, and that was when the penny dropped that there was something so total innocent and playful within Blaine that had Kurt unable to walk away. Or look away. He wanted to know more, and it was more than curious to him how this guy's mind worked. Only a couple more moments passed before he had to bit down on his lip around an amused smile and looked down at his feet to pluck back his composure. Yes, he really had thought Blaine was a total weirdo, and yes, he was about to bolt and never give the guy a second glance.
"Yes," Blaine confirmed sheepishly and scuffed his toe against the wheel of his shopping cart. "I know, you don't have to say anything. Puck and me have a, uh, unique friendship. I promise I wasn't dropped on my head as a baby or anything. I realise there couldn't be anymore mortifying items in my cart right now if I planned this out and I totally can't believe we shop in the same place, but please? Don't cancel our date? Can we just pretend this never happened? Toilet paper and condoms should never be on the conversation menu this soon..." He watched Kurt hopefully through the sunglasses, and then pushed them back up on to his head so he could see his face better. It probably wasn't a good look when his face smooshed up against the lights again, but he was willing to make any sacrifice right now.
Kurt gave a soft sigh to accompany a fond shake of his head. "Oh my god, you really look terrible. Put those back on before you scare little children," he joked gently and once again put the glasses back down over Blaine's eyes. "I'll tell you what, how about you let Puckerman buy his own, uh, supplies, and I'll take you home before you pass out on me and we do this weird fate thing where I'm the one peeling you up off a floor? Because really, that's no basis for a Hollywood love story." He put his hand on Blaine's back and gently steered him back up the aisle, forcing him to abandon the shopping cart.
Like Blaine was going to say no to that. "Okay," he agreed freely. "But I really did run out of toilet paper and Puck buys the cheap crap."
Kurt gave Blaine's back a soft pat. "Story of my life. We'll stop in at Walgreen's down the street. And there I was assuming condoms only had one use of amusement..."
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE