Sliding Moments

Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
What: I will try to fix you
Where: Home at the beach house
When: A couple of weeks after they move in together

Kurt had slipped last night, and he had slipped bad. Blaine wasn't even sure what triggered it, and the night before hadn't been the time to try to figure it out either. Kurt had been in an absolute mess. Mercedes and Blaine had gotten together to make everyone a roast for dinner, but Kurt was off in his mood in general right from the get-go. He wasn't bitchy, he was just a little short and withdrawn but when asked if anything was wrong, he had denied it. Blaine knew Kurt may have bad days in his recovery, so he had put it down to just that. Turned out that Kurt wasn't doing well, and in the wake of the large meal, it was a slippery spiral downwards. Everyone was chatting happily at the table that Kurt excusing himself was just fleetingly acknowledged. They had all been lulled into a false sense of security that Kurt was well on the mend, and it came as a rude shock complete with epic guilt that his slip passed them by initially. No one had seen the signs, not even Blaine... and Blaine knew it was his job to see them.

By the time he realised Kurt hadn't returned to the table, it was too late. He got to the bathroom but it was locked an he had to unlock it with a knife to even get in. Kurt had tried to make himself sick so desperately and forcefully that it was everywhere and he had scraped the back of his throat with his fingers making it bleed. He also managed to get about two-thirds a bottle of laxatives into him, which spent the rest of the night kicked into full gear. It was awful, and everyone was shocked they had missed it.

It had been around 3am that Kurt finally got a little relief and fell asleep sitting on the toilet because he was scared to leave it. Blaine cleaned him up and carried him to bed, tucking him in, and then proceeded to sit outside the bedroom door on the floor and bawl his eyes out because he felt like he let Kurt down. It was nearing lunchtime the following day now, and Blaine went in to their room to check on Kurt, finding him awake and wrapped up in a cocoon of covers. Blaine went over to lie down beside him, on his side so they were facing each other and softly started to stroke his fingers through Kurt's hair. "Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to if you don't want to. I can make us a pot of tea and we can chat..."

Who: Blaine Anderson and Quinn Fabray
What: Something to talk about
Where: The new shared beach house
When: A couple of days after Quinn comes clean to Kurt and 'Cedes

It had been a rough couple of days for Blaine. Just when he had thought he was have a good dry spell on his migraines, he was hit with an epic one that took him down for a good 48 hours right in the middle of their moving process. His own unpacking had to come to a grinding halt but when he had woken up after it feeling a little better, he discovered that Kurt had lovingly unpacked all his clothes and hung them up neatly and orderly in their closet they were now sharing, both with a side each. They had managed to fall into a rhythm that worked so far, and Kurt was coping pretty well just so long as he knew he had his own space and could keep things in a way he was comfortable with. Blaine just fit in around him and he had no qualms about that whatsoever. He was just over the moon to be living with Kurt, but also still being able to live with Puck. He had some progression in their relationship and it could be sooner rather than later now that they took that even bigger step together. Kurt had certainly been hinting at it.

He was ravenous now, though. He had a good sleep-in that morning, making sure he was feeling 100% again. He woke up to a note from Kurt saying he had gone into town for a manicure with Mercedes, and he would be back later. Blaine showered and went downstairs, and now he was sitting down at the breakfast bar in their amazing modern and airy kitchen to a huge bowl of Foot Loops and a strawberry muffin. He was checking his Facebook on his iPhone when Quinn came into the room, but he had a giant mouthful of cereal and gave her a wave as a greeting with his spoon, managing a bit of a smile even with his mouth busy.

Kurt's discharged and home, and I think we might have just found the perfect beach house! I think he was sold on the hot tub and double-sized bath. Got an appointment to check it out tomorrow if he's feeling up to it.

Middle of the night, sitting up with Kurt :(

I really need to talk to you guys about something. It's important, and I could be jumping the gun a little, but I wanted to see if it might be a viable option before I take it to Kurt. I don't want to freak him out or make him think I'm pressuring him, so want to get it all set before I do.