"I've got nowhere left to hide, it looks like love has finally found me."

[rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com]

Who: rockstarwarbler, justbeingaqueen, jewhawk and usedtohaveabs (posting order)
What: Double date... and then some.
Where: Anthony's Coal Fired Pizza, Miami Lakes
When: Thursday night
Rating: Leaving it open for now

It was true, Blaine really was like a dog with a bone. Once he decided he was going to try and nudge Puck into Quinn's direction, hopefully without either of them realising, he wasn't going to give up on the idea. And really, a double date had to be fun, right? Blaine always wanted to get a boyfriend so he could double-date with his BFF and patience really wasn't his virtue. Why wait on something like that? For some reason, though, when he suggested it to both Puck and Quinn, neither of them protested. It might have been because he worded it in a way like he was going to surprise Kurt and that both their BFFs should get along, right? Maybe they didn't actually realise he was setting them up on a date? That didn't matter. Blaine could still work with this.

But Kurt had been the one to very reluctant agree. Blaine told him he wanted to take him out for another date, but that it was going to be 'a surprise'. Kurt didn't seem into the notion, and he didn't seem a fan of surprises, but Blaine reassured him with would be fun and he would love it. Though, maybe he missed that mark because now they were all seated at the quaint little table for four in the restaurant waiting for their huge main course to arrive, Kurt was sitting back in his seat and eyeing Puck and Quinn across the table, cool blue eyes sliding back and forth between them before they locked back on Blaine's face wordlessly.

Blaine just grinned and took Kurt's hand on the table, giving it a squeeze. "I love pizza! Do you love pizza? There is nothing better than it, I swear. It smells amazing." Okay, so maybe he was somewhat oblivious to the discomfort Kurt was feeling right now. It was a double-date with their best friends! That just equalled fun in Blaine's mind, and it would be even moreso when they went bowling afterwards. Who didn't like bowling?

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[usedtohaveabs.livejournal.com]

When Kurt and Blaine laid eyes on each other, albeit at a distance, Quinn's heart broke. She gave Kurt a few moments to decide if he was going to go over to Blaine, but when he just baulked and froze, she knew that it wasn't going to happen and the longer she let him stand there, the worse he would get. She needed to get him home so he could take a shower and go to bed. It was the safest place for him to be right now. And while he was showing, she was going to get rid of everything in the kitchen he could purge on and check his bedroom for any stashes. It had gotten to that point, and she hated it.

She cuddled him close once again when they were in the cab and it took off from the curb. "I've got some throat lozenges at home from that horrid flu over Christmas, and I'll make you some honey and lemon tea for after a shower, sweetheart. You know you need to try and get a little of something into your stomach or you'll run into all sorts of issues again. Do you want me to cuddle in bed with you tonight? I know you, you won't sleep easy."

"Kurt, you're hurting yourself, too. I'll call the therapist and try to get you an emergency appointment ASAP. I know you didn't intend to hurt him, but you knew what keeping this from him could lead to. Now that it has, you just need to try and deal with the aftermath. Do you really believe he couldn't cope with this, honey? You don't want to give him a chance to try...?" she asked carefully.

[justbeingaqueen.livejournal.com]

Kurt nodded and wiped at the tears with the back of his wrist. They were just coming thick and fast, especially when she mentioned cuddling in bed. It's what he had been doing with Blaine after he smashed his face on the treadmill. God, why hadn't he just had the balls to tell Blaine what was wrong then? Why did he continuously fuck every good thing up in his life? But it was better this way. Blaine didn't need to deal with the burden of all this. No one really understood it. Kurt didn't even understand it, he just knew he was damaged and Blaine should have someone who wasn't so fucked up. He probably wouldn't sleep at all. The voices would keep telling him he was fat and didn't deserve a boyfriend like Blaine. He knew enough to know it was best he wasn't alone, and he didn't really want to be. When he was left alone like this, he always did more damage.

"No," he whispered hoarsely and then turned his head away to look out the window, sniffling back more tears and curling in on himself as he looked through his bag in his lap for some breath mints. He found the small box and shoved some into his mouth to try and get rid of the horrible taste still lingering there to match the sick feeling inside. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about anything. Please just take me home."