It isn't unusual to come across people lounging in the sun. Some lay themselves out and stretch over the shores, others sit and huddle in the tiniest patches of shade from which they can watch the steady crash of waves in the distance. The point is that it happens frequently enough that Kurt usually doesn't stop to look for familiar faces, all heads of gently waving blonde curls relatively similar under the sun. In fact, before his eyes settle on a face, it's the binder in the girl's arms that draws his attention- such as small thing, as supplies go, but unusual and rare enough on the island that it's worth a second glance.
That's when it becomes clear who it is seated right in front of him.
"Britt?" he asks, hesitantly, because while the binder seems to be to her tastes, and while her face is one that he'd recognize everywhere, well... when two other girls on the island look pretty much exactly like Ginny Weasley, it leaves one to wonder.
"Hi, Kurt," Brittany intones, her eyes not coming up from the sand she's hallucinating. She digs the toe of her sneakers into the sand and kicks it up slightly. It feels so real. She thought that acid was supposed to be, like, something you could come back from, and now she's a little sad because she just wants to go home.
She doesn't even spare him a brief glance, and somehow- just somehow- that's exactly what Kurt expects. And it comforts him, knowing that even in a place like Tabula Rasa, some things will always remain the same, and that even here, the New Directions seem fully intent on reuniting whenever possible. With a small quirk of his lips, he decides to sit right down next to her. It'll probably ruin a perfectly good pair of pants, but the way Kurt figures, some things in life are worth more than that. A lot more.
He's never been that close to Brittany, but there's something about her, the way she doesn't really close anyone out, the way she accepts people for what they are. Even before she joined the Glee club, she was never one of the ones who cared to slushie the lessers.
And, for all that Santana's been a bitch, Kurt's still pretty glad to have Brittany here for her. Everyone deserves that anchor.
"It's real, you know," he says lightly, pursing his lips. "Not in your head."
Brittany's hands go up in mild-mannered frustration, her eyes roll, "I started to think that, like, an hour ago," she says. "I was gonna go and try to find someone, but everyone looked like TV people, and I think I saw House, so I sat back down and waited for something to happen. Or, like, stop happening. But it didn't. I feel so stupid." She sets her cheek on her knee for a moment, facing Kurt. "Now you're here and I don't know anything, anymore." She takes a breath and raises her head to look at him. "And the worst part is, I didn't ask Dr. House to help me because I know he's the only one who can."
"You're not stupid," Kurt reassures her, reaching out to tentatively rest a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. There are times when Brittany's level of ignorance is quite honestly frightening, but this isn't one of them. Anyone who lands on the island and is suddenly faced with a large range of television, film, comic, and theater characters is bound to be confused, especially when a fair number of them even share a face, eliminating the possibility of celebrities just playing pranks on the general populace. Besides, it seems to be in his best interest that he stops her tears from spilling over in the way they seem to threaten to right now, so Kurt does his best to look her directly in the eye, hoping that he'll be able to catch that fleeting attention span for once.
"Seriously. You know, it's probably even the smarter decision, that you didn't just go out and tell everyone that they're television characters or whatever, because that would not have gone over well with some of them, okay? So just... breathe. We should get you
( ... )
Kurt's words soothe Brittany vertebra by vertebra until she's at a comfortable neutral. Her head's still down, but her eyes pull up to meet Kurt's appreciatively. "Thanks, Kurt." She stands up and offers him a hand, taking his advice immediately in her time of need. Actually, she'd do it, anyway. Kurt has always been nice to her and Santana, even when he had no reason to be.
"Of course," Kurt replies after a moment, blinking with the surprise of everything having blown over just that easily. While Brittany is, of course, perhaps the single member of New Directions who was so ready and willing to embrace anything that came their way, fazed by none of it, an island in another dimension entirely is a surprise of a different scale. Then again, Kurt reminds himself, there's never been a day that he's doubted that Brittany just happens to see the world through an entirely different lens. Some people would care to call it innocent. Kurt, well. He hasn't decided, yet. Naive would be an understatement, though
( ... )
That's when it becomes clear who it is seated right in front of him.
"Britt?" he asks, hesitantly, because while the binder seems to be to her tastes, and while her face is one that he'd recognize everywhere, well... when two other girls on the island look pretty much exactly like Ginny Weasley, it leaves one to wonder.
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He's never been that close to Brittany, but there's something about her, the way she doesn't really close anyone out, the way she accepts people for what they are. Even before she joined the Glee club, she was never one of the ones who cared to slushie the lessers.
And, for all that Santana's been a bitch, Kurt's still pretty glad to have Brittany here for her. Everyone deserves that anchor.
"It's real, you know," he says lightly, pursing his lips. "Not in your head."
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"Seriously. You know, it's probably even the smarter decision, that you didn't just go out and tell everyone that they're television characters or whatever, because that would not have gone over well with some of them, okay? So just... breathe. We should get you ( ... )
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