Time for a nap.
I’m not normally one who has to sleep during the day, but I’ve done way too much stuff today already. I’ve spent half the day with Tina, finished off my homework, went for a run (I should really start doing that more often, it’s been good fun the past couple of days) and then Cary wanted to ‘play’. And by play I mean attack me in what he seems to think is a loving way. So right now, I think curling up in bed for an hour or two sounds like a good way to spend the afternoon.
I hope everyone’s enjoying St Patrick’s Day!
Sick As A Dog || Klaine
Searching through baggage claim Blaine was trying to hurry up to find his bags so he could get to Kurt as quickly as possible. Ever since he had found out Kurt was sick he was planning to go to New York, even though he had to run it by Kurt so he wasn’t stopping on anyone’s toes. He was fulling intending to be precautious since he didn’t want to hurt Kurt, or anyone else for that matter. They weren’t together and he didn’t need to make things awkward by randomly showing up to see Kurt while he was sick just because of a text message. Things were somewhat better between the two of them since Mr. Schue’s not-really-almost-wedding reception on Valentines Day. They had hooked up but it was nothing serious since as Kurt kept reminding him every couple of minutes, they were just friends.
Yet there he was walking the streets of New York to get to Kurt’s apartment. He had left his things back at the hotel and only brought what he thought Kurt was really going to need while he was there for the afternoon. After he sent a text telling Kurt he was on his way he stopped into a small shop and picked up some chicken noodle soup since he was positive she hadn’t thought of getting any for Kurt with being vegan. Bouncing on the heels of his feet he knocked on the door, patiently waiting for someone to answer it.
Several people started following you.
Should I address the whole ‘following’ thing? Because that sounds slightly creepy… Okay, I’ll ignore it for now and instead remember my manners. Hey, guys! I’m pretty sure I know all of you so I won’t bore you with an introduction or anything, instead I’ll just ask how you all are and how your weekends are going so far?
Sleep Over || Klaine
Blaine got up from his bed and quickly packed a bag to go sleep over at Kurt’s house. He was thankful that he had offered or Blaine would have to stay in that hell.
“Where do you think you’re going?!” His father asked.
“Not like you care.” Blaine mumbled hooking the bag on his shoulder.
“You’re still my son, show some respect! Where do you think you’re going?!” The man shouted.
“It doesn’t matter! But you won’t stop me!” Blaine snapped and passed my his father before running out of the house to the car, ignoring his father’s yells.
Blaine glanced at his watch it was still too soon, so he passed by the Lima Bean for a coffee. He knew as soon as he came back his house he’d have to deal with more screams, but right now he didn’t care, he was going over Kurt’s and that would make him some good.
After a while he decided to go to the garage he was still a bit early but not that much, he wouldn’t mind to wait. He parked the car outside and walked to the garage looking around, trying to find Kurt.