#c||kurt

[ sms  ↪ TBD ] —— I think you texted the wrong person...? [ sms  ↪ TBD ] —— Did you actually mean to send that to me, or was that an accident? [ sms  ↪ TBD ] —— Actually, lets just pretend that was an accident and i’ll forget about it.

Kurt stared around, feeling out of place. It was his first time at Blaine’s house, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable as he waited silently for Blaine to come back from his room. It was quiet in the Anderson home.Quiet and peaceful, much different than his own home, which had become increasingly louder since Finn and his mom had moved in. Kurt glanced up suddenly as he heard footsteps, eyes glued to the direction he knew Blaine had disappeared to.

When he was younger, he hated the idea of alcohol. It was bitter and he really didn’t enjoy it that much. Of course, now, he had no problem with it. In fact, he was pretty sure that he was half made of alcohol by now. Kurt stared off, not paying much attention to those around him. It had been a long hard night, thanks to his boss. Tossing back the rest of his drink, he motioned for the bartender to give him his bill. Kurt stood up fast, however, his world was spinning fast and he felt himself bump into someone. “Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, glancing at the person for a moment before his face paled. “Blaine...?”

“Just play along or it’ll never stop...”