For blainewanderson: The Make-Up

[prancysmurf]

Kurt took a deep breath as the cab stopped outside of Blaine's house, staring at the building. For so long, the sight of that front path had made his heart giddy with happiness, and so it felt more than a little strange to feel such dread today, faced with the same sight

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[blainewanderson]

Blaine felt his heart leap up into his throat when the bell rang, smoothing down his shirt for the millionth time, nervous butterflies in his stomach. He opened the door, nodding to Kurt almost formally and opening the door all the way for him. "Kurt. Hello." He blinked, at a loss as to what to add so he just said nothing, willing himself not to break down.

[prancysmurf]

"Hey..." Kurt swallowed back anything else he wanted to say, feeling more than strange that they were greeting each other this way. Instinct made him want to hug the other boy, and kiss him. That's what had always happened in this doorway.

Instead, he followed Blaine into the house in silence, making sure that Blaine lead the way even though he knew exactly where they were going.

[blainewanderson]

Blaine walked to the guest parlour rather than the family den or upstairs to his room where they would usually hang out together, among other things. "I trust your flight was fine?"

"My family is out, and the help is shopping, so we can speak here or go around the pool to the guest house. Either is fine by me," he added with such politeness it was as if he had been replaced with a pod person.

[prancysmurf]

"Here's fine. Blaine..." Kurt sighed sadly. He couldn't do this, not if Blaine carried on like he was.

"Please, I need you to be... you. I want to talk to Blaine. Not... this."