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Apr 20, 2013 22:42

Kurt's noticed, even if Blaine's been trying his best to hide things from him. This is the man he intends to marry, for God's sake, he knows him inside out. Every smile, every emotion behind his eyes, every taste to his lips. He recognises the stale taste of alcohol when they kiss, or when Blaine's smiles don't radiate out as far as his eyes. But ( Read more... )

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blainewanderson April 21 2013, 13:48:02 UTC
Blaine gargled with Listerine again, swallowing it with a bitter expression, assuming it was enough to cover the fact that he's slowly but surely developing a nasty habit of being unable to cope without drinking. There are the excuses of course, he is going through a hard time, he'll stop when he feels better, his Dad does it and he's successful, right? It is only excuses, and he knows it deep down, but it hasn't stopped his sojourns to the guest house to drink alone and cry, hiding everything from his family, from Kurt, hoping against hope that one morning he'll wake up and feel normal again ( ... )

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prancysmurf April 21 2013, 19:24:56 UTC
"No occasion," Kurt answered, reaching up to grab at Blaine's face, pulling him back down into a proper kiss hello. There was that taste again, well masked by mouthwash, but there all the same.If he hadn't spent the last two years of his life kissing Blaine Anderson, Kurt probably would never have noticed.

"Sit down?" He asked when the kiss ended, foot kicking out the chair nearest his own. "I want to talk to you, for a minute." Now, before he lost his courage, or someone came home and interrupted them.

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blainewanderson April 21 2013, 23:36:18 UTC
"Uh, okay..., sure," Blaine said with a confused frown, licking his lips self-consciously. Kurt had on his serious face.

"Is Burt okay? Everyone okay?" he asked, threading and un-threading his fingers, not quite able to stay still.

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prancysmurf April 22 2013, 16:33:50 UTC
"Everyone's fine," Kurt promised quickly, aware that he was making Blaine anxious. He didn't want that. Reaching out, he placed his hands over his boyfriend's, holding them steady, squeezing them for reassurance.

"This is a really weird question, okay? Just tell me... what do you think, when you look at that cake? Be honest."

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