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Blaine didn’t usually get nervous, but standing outside Kurt’s front door he was as nervous as anything. Despite Isabelle’s words, Blaine really wasn’t sure that Kurt liked him and that thought alone wasn’t a nice feeling.
Living in someone else’s home was a big thing. He was pretty sure that in Kurt’s eyes he was dispensable. If things between them didn’t work out, he couldn’t imagine Kurt would still want him living there. Worrying wasn’t going to help though.
Kurt opened the door to Blaine, taking in Blaine’s dishevelled appearance and his suitcase in tow, with a sweep of his eyes. It didn’t look like a look of approval.
Blaine’s mouth went dry as he took in the Kurt before him... looking nothing like the man he saw every day at the office. He usually wore his layered clothes like armour, but here he stood in a pair of soft yoga pants and long sleeved top, looking relaxed and gorgeous.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming in? Or are you going to stand there all day?”
Blaine remembered his manners. “I’m so sorry about this Kurt. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“You’re here now. Just come inside.”
Blaine went inside, taking in the room in front of him. He knew it would be tasteful. This was Kurt Hummel after all. He just didn’t expect it to look so homely.
“I just don’t how to thank you for this,” Blaine babbled. “I’m sorry you were put in this position. Your apartment looks amazing by the way.”
Kurt nodded. “Let me show you your room.”
Blaine followed Kurt into a spacious bedroom, one wall lined with cupboards. The bed was large and looked comfortable and inviting. He suddenly felt tired.
“Well make yourself at home, I guess. There’s plenty of room to store your things. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Thanks again for this Kurt. I hope you know how grateful I am.”
Blaine heard Kurt sigh. “Look. I get that you’re grateful and I know you don’t want to be an imposition. But this isn’t your fault. It’s just a weird time right now. There’s no need to apologise or thank me all the time”
“Got it. No thank yous and no sorries. I’ll try.” Blaine had only been here for a few minutes and he was already saying the wrong thing. He did, however, understand where Kurt was coming from.
“Good. Right. Come through when you’re ready. I’ve got a bottle of wine I think we should crack open.”
*
Blaine unpacked a few things into his new room, deciding he’d do the rest later. It seemed rude, even though tempting, to hide away from Kurt for too long. Also Kurt had mention wine, so maybe it was time to bite the bullet and venture out. Blaine usually thrived on getting to know people, but so far Kurt had been one of the few he’d been unable to charm.
Kurt was sitting on the couch when Blaine made his way to the living area.
“I’ve started without you,” Kurt announced, already relaxing with a wine glass in his hand. “Help yourself.” He gestured to the wine bottle on the coffee table... a spare wine glass for Blaine sat next to it.
“Ooh.” Blaine poured himself a glass, sitting down next to Kurt. “This is that wine that Marc Jacobs bought us all for Christmas. Are you sure you wanted to drink it today?”
“What are we saving it for? My next dinner party? Oh yes... I can’t have one. I might never be able to have one ever again.” Kurt took a big sip from his glass.
Blaine laughed. “When you put it like that...”
“Also it’s easily replaceable. I know for a fact that Isabelle still has a box of these bottles in her office.”
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