Kurt was so stunned to hear Blaine's voice that he very nearly passed out. His legs too that jelly feel to them and almost gave out from beneath him, but it was only the sheer mess he was in that kept him on his feet, or he knew Blaine would break into the cubicle to check on him. It took a few moments to pull himself under control, and some toilet paper wiped away the mess over his hand and on the seat. Breathless, he shoved the seat cover into the bowl and them flushed as much of the evidence away as he could. His throat was burning and he could still taste blood, and he could only imagine he looked atrocious. Red, blotchy, leaking out of places he really didn't want his boyfriend to witness. He wiped his nose and mouth on some toilet paper, and with absolute fear bolting through him, he opened the cubicle door.
If he hadn't at that point, Blaine would have been relentless like he always was. Kurt swallowed heavily, but it was painful and he still hadn't quite caught his breath, but he wiped at his mouth with the wad of toilet paper and forced himself to meet Blaine's concerned gaze. "Dinner's... not agreeing with me so well," he offered, but the words sounded empty to his ears because he knew that although they had an element of truth to them, they were also a blatant and distinct lie. Blaine had nearly caught him and Kurt had no idea what he would have done if he had. He was overwhelmed with paranoia then that Blaine was going to know just from looking at him. He was going to see the fat, and put it all together. So, Kurt just broke the gaze and moved over to the sink to turn the tap on and shoved his hands underneath it to scoop some water up to his lips to rinse his mouth out.
That was when everything apart. He heard Blaine comment from behind him on something, and then just as he was turning around to see what, he was met with the sight of Blaine grabbing his jacket from where it was draped over the toilet roll dispenser. It was like it all happened in slow-motion. Blaine got a little enthusiastic with the grab and the next thing Kurt knew a plastic bottle was flying from the pocket and when it crashed into the nearby wall. It split open and sent the pills flying everywhere, the bottle rolling back to land right near Blaine's foot and Kurt felt like the whole ground was suddenly torn out from under him.
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If he hadn't at that point, Blaine would have been relentless like he always was. Kurt swallowed heavily, but it was painful and he still hadn't quite caught his breath, but he wiped at his mouth with the wad of toilet paper and forced himself to meet Blaine's concerned gaze. "Dinner's... not agreeing with me so well," he offered, but the words sounded empty to his ears because he knew that although they had an element of truth to them, they were also a blatant and distinct lie. Blaine had nearly caught him and Kurt had no idea what he would have done if he had. He was overwhelmed with paranoia then that Blaine was going to know just from looking at him. He was going to see the fat, and put it all together. So, Kurt just broke the gaze and moved over to the sink to turn the tap on and shoved his hands underneath it to scoop some water up to his lips to rinse his mouth out.
That was when everything apart. He heard Blaine comment from behind him on something, and then just as he was turning around to see what, he was met with the sight of Blaine grabbing his jacket from where it was draped over the toilet roll dispenser. It was like it all happened in slow-motion. Blaine got a little enthusiastic with the grab and the next thing Kurt knew a plastic bottle was flying from the pocket and when it crashed into the nearby wall. It split open and sent the pills flying everywhere, the bottle rolling back to land right near Blaine's foot and Kurt felt like the whole ground was suddenly torn out from under him.