slidingmoments | Entries tagged with [ship] kurt/blaine

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 He wasn't bitchy, he was just a little short and withdrawn but when asked if anything was wrong, he had denied it.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..."

rockstarwarbler

Kurt had a slip last night. I'm proud of him, though, because he let me intervene and we talked it out. It was probably a needed wake-up call that even though we're on the home stretch, we're still not out of the woods. Therapy session this morning, and then home for movies and snuggles in bed later.

rockstarwarbler

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.

justbeingaqueen

Who: Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray
What: Bitches calling bitches out
Where: Their new shared home
When: About two after Quinn's surprise

The past week had been absolutely crazy for everyone. They had finally found a beach house to move into, perfect size for the five of them to share and still have their personal space. Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn had their own rooms, whilst Blaine and Kurt had nabbed the master bedroom with the en-suite. It was one of the clauses Kurt insisted on with the shared house, just like he had when he had originally moved in with the girls years ago. They had been there officially for four nights now, but things were still in disarray as they got settled. Kurt had ensured he was completely unpacked, even skipping sleep (though Blaine didn't let him skip meals) to get it done because he hadn't been able to settle without things out of place. It was just his condition coming through and they all understood and just left him to it. But not everyone had been as anal as he was and they all still had boxes piled up around the place.

Well, other than Quinn, who had finished hers the evening before. But now, she had just had a complete bitchy meltdown to Kurt and Mercedes because she had kicked her toe on one of Blaine's boxes that were piled in front of Puck's boxes in the hall. And because it was Blaine, for some reason, Quinn had irrationally snapped at Kurt by default. Blaine, who was passed out in their bedroom upstairs with a bad migraine he had woken up in the middle of the night with. Of course, Kurt was never one to just take a bitch-out lying down, and as soon as she had finished her little rant that had even Mercedes stopping mid-sweeping of the floor to plant her hands defensively on her hips, Kurt afforded her an epic bitch glare of his own.

"Did you seriously just call my boyfriend a messy pain in the ass, you bitch?!" he demanded, giving her an angry point. "He's not exactly in any condition to be unpacking any boxes, and Puck has been working nightshift all week! You're going to just have to put up with it until they want to get to it! I don't know what the hell has gotten into you lately, but you better get that stick out of your ass ASAP or we'll all be on the phone to our landlord quicker than you can say 'messy hobbit' to get your name off the lease! You have been insufferable for days now and I'd rather tape you inside one of these boxes right now than deal with it!" There was even a sassy gay head wobble to punctuate. It was serious business, and his boyfriend hackles were right up.

justbeingaqueen

Shared a iced doughnut with Blaine for dessert #success

rockstarwarbler

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.

justbeingaqueen

Who: Quinn Fabray and Kurt Hummel
What: Something to talk about
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: End of Kurt's weekend home

It was the night before Blaine was taking Kurt back to the clinic in Jacksonville. Whilst he knew he spent the weekend not feeling well, in general as to his mental condition, he had actually done really well. He had followed the diet plan Blaine was put in charge of, he didn't try to take it over to control it, he didn't indulge in eating disorder tendencies of eating in a specific order or needing items on the table to be in a certain fashion. He took his medication, he continued eating despite feeling poorly. He didn't have any slips, binges, or purges at all, and now he was hoping that maybe it might be his ticket to be allowed home and his treatment promoted to outpatients at a Miami hospital. It was still early days, but there was some hope there.

But now it was time to talk about the big giant elephant in the room. Blaine had gone over to his and Puck's apartment to pick up some clean clothes and stuff for the next trip to Jacksonville. Kurt woke up slowly from his nap on the sofa that he didn't even realise he was going to take until he woke up with his pillow tenderly put under his head and a soft blanket tucked in around him. The room was dimmed save for the lamp in the corner and the blinds were drawn. A stark contrast to the bright fall light that had been streaming into the room early when they shared a cup of tea and watched re-runs of Sex and the City on TV. Kurt must have fallen asleep and now, looking at the clock, he realised it was around dinner time, so he had slept a long time. A post-it was stuck on the coffee table beside his empty mug and simple said, 'If you're not up, I'll wake you when I get back and we can have dinner. ♥ B'

Kurt used the bathroom and gave his teeth a quick brush, considering how long he had been sleeping and then padded into Quinn's room after a soft knock, finding her at her desk there. He crawled up onto a bed and curled up, nothing foreign about him inviting himself in to any of his fag hags rooms... and vice versa. He stifled a post-nape yawn and rubbed his eyes before he just cut straight to the chase. "Darling, I know you slept with Puck."

rockstarwarbler

Who: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
What: TLC and hopeful suggestions
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: Saturday night

It was two in the morning, and Kurt was once again having a rough night. They went to bed around eleven and got a couple of hours sleep with Blaine spooned up behind Kurt, but just when it seemed like things would settle, Kurt was up with bad stomach cramps that led to a few trips to the toilet. He had tried to sneak out of bed and not wake Blaine, but it wasn't even five minutes before Blaine realised his absence, getting up to sit with him. Kurt was uncomfortable and miserable, and Blaine mostly just sat there in the living room while Kurt did what he needed to try and seek some comfort. Kurt had finally come to him and cuddled up next to him before Blaine got him to lie with his head in his lap. They both dozed on and off, but the cramps kept coming in waves.

They tried to keep quiet with Quinn and Mercedes asleep down the hall, but it was hard for Kurt to relax. Blaine was just finishing making a mug of peppermint tea when he heard the toilet flush in the nearby bathroom again and Kurt came back to the living room. Blaine brought the tea through and handed it to Kurt and then took the hot water bottle he just prepared out from under his arm so he could settle on Kurt's belly. "When all else fails, old home remedies can never hurt, right? I always remember having a hot water bottle when I was a kid and my tummy hurt. It had a fluffy cow cover," he said with a soft laugh. "I could always try rubbing your belly? You look exhausted, sweetheart. I just want to help."

rockstarwarbler

Middle of the night, sitting up with Kurt :(

gotstarpower

Hell, it's hard watching the boy feel so sick.

dontrainonmyparade

Who: Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel
What: Unexpected facing of music
Where: Kurt, Quinn and Mercedes apartment
When: A few days after THIS and resulting from THIS

Rachel couldn't deny that she was nervous. In fact, she was so nervous, she felt like she was just going to throw up all the time in anticipation of this conversation. Blaine was back in Miami, and although he was staying with Kurt for the couple of days they were here, she needed to seize this window of opportunity she had to try and make amends with one of her closest friends before she lost him. In fact, it was why she didn't text him in advance to warn him she was coming, in case he didn't want to talk to her. She had been a mess lately, she didn't think she could add that one more rejection on the top of everything. She just had to take Robin Williams sound advice, and seize the day. Carpe diem! She had even watched Dead Poets Society three times last night after seeing Blaine's Facebook post to try and pluck up more courage for this.

This apartment block didn't have buzzers. Each place had their own knocker or bell, so that did help. She rang the doorbell and stood back, fiddling anxiously with the leather strap of her handbag over her shoulder. She didn't know what she was going to do if Blaine told her to piss off. It really could be the end of everything.

rockstarwarbler

Going to be back in Miami for the weekend, guys. Kurt's being allowed gate leave for a couple of days, so we'll both be heading back today after lunch. If it goes well, they might talk about discharging him to outpatient, so fingers crossed!

rockstarwarbler

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.

dontrainonmyparade

I know you'll probably want to say no, but do you think we could maybe meet and for coffee. I need to talk to you about stuff.

Life is full of those little game-changing what-if moments...

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