Sliding Moments

Who: justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: The First Date
Where: Miami Beach
When: A little later, following THIS
Rating: Adult references

PART TWO

"Do you ever wish upon stars?"

Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had ever just come to sit on the beach and enjoy it. He lived in Miami, but he was fast realising how much he had taken the city for granted. Not only had he been oblivious to the presence of some of his old school friends (who happened to have very hot BFFs), but as he sat here in the soft sand only illuminated from some lights in the distance, he wondered why he didn't do this more often. Maybe it was the company, though. Maybe doing something like this was just not something to take for granted in good company?

He stopped stirring the plastic spoon in the little ice cream cup he was holding, the thin layer of pink milky mess settling to the bottom again. Turning his hand, he looked down at Blaine with a smile, who was lying flat on his back in the sand with his arms resting behind his head like a pillow. He was gazing up at the sweep of bright stars in the clear winter sky and then glanced over at Kurt, meeting his smile with a grin of his own. After they shared their strawberry sundae with sprinkles, Blaine had flopped down onto the sand with a content sigh and they had been sharing a companionable silence for a few minutes before Blaine broke it. "Only when I'm desperate," Kurt murmured. He was worried about messing his hair up lying in the sand. He wasn't all that fond of sand in general and whilst he had hoped it wouldn't mess his pants up initially, as they sat sharing the ice cream and rehashing in amusement about how they met, Kurt forgot about things like sand getting on his clothing.

( Blaine rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his hand... )


RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

Who: rockstarwarbler and jewhawk
What: Where everything could be about to change
Where: Anderpuck Bachelor Pad
When: Early morning after THIS
Rating: Likely to be high with this pair

Blaine woke up quickly, disoriented as to where he was. He fumbled around blindly for a minute, feeling his legs get caught up in a blanket wrapped around them and even then, he wasn't exactly sure where he was at first. It took a couple more minutes to wake up a little more, peering around through a sleepy-scrunched face and discovering he was on the sofa in the living of the apartment he shared with Puck, and he couldn't even remember falling asleep here. Light was trickling in through the edges of the blinds, and when Blaine put a hand up to rub at his face, a slip of paper stuck to his palm. It was a yellow post-it note and it must have been stuck to his forehead. With a a small, snuffled groan at being awake, he put the post-it up to his face so he could read it, expecting it to be from Puck... only it very much wasn't.

I had to head home, early start in the morning, but you were sound asleep after those pills you took kicked in. I got the pillows and blanket from the cupboard in the hall, I hope that's okay. Feel better, and keep up the fluids.

- K

There were a few groggy blinks as Blaine read over the scrawling neat writing on the note, and then looked at the blanket wrapped around him, followed by the couple of pillows nestled behind him. Kurt did this? It slowly trickled back to Blaine what went down before he had taken his migraine medication. After the grocery store, they went to Walgreen's and then got a cab to go back to Blaine and Puck's apartment. He had to get the poor driver to pull over on the side of the road when the migraine took his hold and made him sick. He really couldn't believe that it was his turn to have a crap day, and Kurt was really sweet about it rather tan getting grossed out. He helped Blaine up to the apartment to lie down on the sofa, and it all got a little hazy after that for Blaine.

"Jeezus," he mumbled to himself as he pocketed the post-it and then untangled himself from the blankets to get up. It was just when he was feeling his way up the hall to the bathroom that Puck came out of the kitchen with a freshly brewed coffee in hand, and Blaine just grunted at him in greeting before he went into the bathroom for an urgent pee. He had to have been asleep for over twelve hours if it was morning, not all that uncommon when his pills stayed in him long enough to work. He shuffled back out of the bathroom with a yawn once he was done and peered at Puck's coffee with a scrunch of his nose. "Never mention condoms to me again," he said through a yawn and made his way into the kitchen.

Who: rockstarwarbler, jewhawk and possibly later justbeingaqueen (if Blaine grows a pair)
What: Where Blaine needs Puck to remind him he actually has a pair
Where: Heading for Chique Shores Salon, Miami
When: Monday afternoon, two days after THIS
Rating: Who knows yet

It was a coffee shop across the road and just diagonal from the salon Blaine had been in just a couple of days before. After being on a constant one-track all weekend like a broken record about the hot guy at the salon who was hurt, Puck finally told Blaine to grab his balls and do something about it if he wanted to... only after laughing his ass off and pulling the piss out of Blaine for forgetting to even get the guy's number. Of course, Blaine spent the whole weekend too-ing and fro-ing about whether he should do anything about it, changing his mind at least three times every hour for or against. He even made a pros and cons list before he started to draw lovehearts and smiley faces all over the paper, giving Puck even more piss-pulling fuel.

Finally, Puck offered to go with Blaine when Blaine started to err more on the side of not doing anything, and as far as Puck as was concerned, Blaine needed to get laid and badly. As soon as they got anywhere near the salon, though, Blaine chickened out again and dragged Puck into the coffee shop instead and ordered a three-course brunch so he could sit at the window seat and scope out the entrance of the salon. Maybe if Puck saw the guy first, he could offer his opinion on whether Blaine should pursue it? It sounded like a good idea at the time, at least until it came they had been sitting there two hours and still no sign of the guy arriving at or leaving the salon.

Blaine's leg was bouncing anxiously at the table as he picked up his third coffee for a sip, and because his eyes weren't leaving the salon door across the street, he promptly dribbled it all down his chin and cursed in frustration. "Shit!" He grabbed a napkin to wipe up the mess and then looked over at Puck. "What if he's not even working today?"