Wes smiled as he puttered around the kitchen, music softly playing on his phone. Blaine and Sierra were unpacking and he was getting everything together for dinner. Not only was he cooking, but he was going to play teacher too. He just hoped it went well with Kurt.
An eyebrow raised as he heard the noise. Turning, he wiped his hands on a towel and went to open the door. "Hey! You are home! Great. I was waiting for you." He grinned as he went back to the kitchen. "Oh. Your keys are right there."
"Hey," Kurt smiled, so glad to be home. As nice as his doctor was, he'd still not fully come to the terms with the fact that he was 'in therapy'. He always felt pretty rubbish straight after the sessions, but he was sure having Blaine, and Wes and Sierra, to come home to would make him feel better in no time.
"Give me a minute, okay?" He asked before disappearing into his bedroom area, needing to say hello to Blaine. It was several minutes before he returned, already feeling so much happier.
"So... dinner?" He would be lying if he said he was thrilled by the idea of social eating, but he was determined to make an effort. Even if he couldn't see it in the mirror, he wasn't immune to the way everyone else looked at him, the comments about how drawn he looked and how much weight he'd lost. And his therapist still didn't think he was making 'satisfactory progress'. He had to try harder.
"Hey Kurt!" He smiled and and looked up from where he was standing in the kitchen. Everything was set out and ready. He had edamame that he had to steam and he had gotten a little of everything. He didn't know what exactly Kurt would want to eat. "How was work?"
He didn't want to force Kurt to eat. In truth, he didn't want to get in the middle of it. He didn't want to start a fight with someone that was more than just a friend. To him, Kurt was like family. Still, he wanted his friend to be healthy. He needed his friend to be there as one of his groomsmen when he married Sierra someday. He needed his friend in his life. He cared about him just like he cared about Blaine and Sierra. They were more than just friends. They were family.
"I, um... I didn't know what you liked, so... I got everything. There's tuna, crab, carrots, cucumber..." He motioned to the bowls in front of him. "What do you like?"
"Busy," Kurt answered the question about work to stall for time, eyeing the huge quantities of food all over his kitchen. "New York Fashion week at Vogue.com? Never going to be a quiet time. It's a good thing Isabelle loves me, or I'd never have got two days off."
Moving over to the bowls of food, Kurt pushed the carrots and cucumber in one direction, feeling safe enough with vegetables. The seafood, however, provided more of a challenge. He wished they were in some sort of packaging, feeling lost without something to use to check the calorie content. But Wes, he remembered, didn't know that he wasn't meant to be calorie counting. He could use his phone to check, something he wasn't able to do at work, or around any of his roommates.
"Crab," he decided after a quick Google on his iPhone. "Crab over tuna."
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An eyebrow raised as he heard the noise. Turning, he wiped his hands on a towel and went to open the door. "Hey! You are home! Great. I was waiting for you." He grinned as he went back to the kitchen. "Oh. Your keys are right there."
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"Give me a minute, okay?" He asked before disappearing into his bedroom area, needing to say hello to Blaine. It was several minutes before he returned, already feeling so much happier.
"So... dinner?" He would be lying if he said he was thrilled by the idea of social eating, but he was determined to make an effort. Even if he couldn't see it in the mirror, he wasn't immune to the way everyone else looked at him, the comments about how drawn he looked and how much weight he'd lost. And his therapist still didn't think he was making 'satisfactory progress'. He had to try harder.
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He didn't want to force Kurt to eat. In truth, he didn't want to get in the middle of it. He didn't want to start a fight with someone that was more than just a friend. To him, Kurt was like family. Still, he wanted his friend to be healthy. He needed his friend to be there as one of his groomsmen when he married Sierra someday. He needed his friend in his life. He cared about him just like he cared about Blaine and Sierra. They were more than just friends. They were family.
"I, um... I didn't know what you liked, so... I got everything. There's tuna, crab, carrots, cucumber..." He motioned to the bowls in front of him. "What do you like?"
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Moving over to the bowls of food, Kurt pushed the carrots and cucumber in one direction, feeling safe enough with vegetables. The seafood, however, provided more of a challenge. He wished they were in some sort of packaging, feeling lost without something to use to check the calorie content. But Wes, he remembered, didn't know that he wasn't meant to be calorie counting. He could use his phone to check, something he wasn't able to do at work, or around any of his roommates.
"Crab," he decided after a quick Google on his iPhone. "Crab over tuna."
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