"Blame it on the alcohol."

[justbeingaqueen]

Who: justbeingaqueen and getmyfrolicon
What: Secret agent business
Where: Kurt & Blaine's pad
When: Afternoon after THIS
Rating: PG, likely swearing

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[getmyfrolicon]

Tina feigned hurt as she raised a hand against her heart like she was having chest pains. "Ouch, that hurts. And for that I won't give you back the cashmere sweater you let me borrow. Thankfully I can still fit into your sweaters even with you being a super model. It does my ego no end of good, you know."

She moved to sit down in one of the empty chairs, still watching her client and friend warily. All of her contacts in the world of management had warned her against taking on a friend as a client, especially a close one, but she knew that Kurt wasn't going to take no for an answer. She also knew that Kurt would actually feel better having someone he was close to in this position, and not a stranger.

Eventually she drew her eyebrows together. "So you still don't remember anything after that first drink?"

[justbeingaqueen]

Kurt held up a hand as he forced down a mouthful of the aspirin, only just managing not to gag on it. "Please, don't you start on about my body mass ratio too. I already have regular mourning and pouting from Blaine about lacking any decent cuddly bits. I'm not that gross. When I start looking like a plucked chicken or one of those shaved cats, then we can talk. Last I looked, Burberry didn't want beer guts." He put his own hand on his heart. "And I swear on my favourite Gucci scarf that I am still not binging and purging, Miss Cohen-Chang. You don't need to make me sit in the naughty corner just yet."

His face scrunched up a little as he tried to get his brain to work. "You're making me nervous. Please tell me I didn't vomit on myself in public or piss over a balcony in front of a pap."

[getmyfrolicon]

Tina pointed at him. "I hope not because you realise the only reason I agreed to represent you in this profession is because I expect you to be honest about eating disorders. I don't want you to have to do that to yourself. It's not worth it." After a moment she tilted her head, considering him. "How does cuddling work when there's no cuddly bits?"

She bit down on the tip of the finger she had been pointing at him with and made a noise that usually signalled that she knew something she didn't actually want to know. "No, and no. You didn't do either of those. It's fine, really. You just know how to keep me on my agent toes."

[justbeingaqueen]

Kurt gave her a Look, but it lacked it's usual bitchpls bite considering the raging hangover and that he looked more like he had been hit by a bus than a supermodel would. "I'm dating Blaine, he's not going to let me hurt myself. You know that. You have nothing to worry about. He feeds me... often feeds me off him, and full-fat whipped cream too. We're safe. As long as I have that body in my possession, things are A-okay," he told her.

"Not helping," he moaned and covered his face with his hand, putting the glass down on the coffee table. "Blaine was TT'ing for the night. He promised me he would make sure I didn't do anything embarrassing."