Kurt shrugged and tempted fate with another sip of his tea, but it was actually giving him a little bit of a perk that he needed after feeling shitty. "It was a parasite. It wasn't just food poisoning. I got the parasite from the food. That's why it made sick for that long. It sucked like hell to be told, hey sorry, you're going to keep puking your guts up for a few more days yet. Welcome to New York! Enjoy your stay! But I survived and now I have an epic tale to put in my autobiography about my struggles as a hard-working fashion superstar in the making. We'll just leave the bit out about explosive diarrhoea."
It was probably lucky he wasn't still holding onto the mug by that point, or there would have been a huge risk that he spilt the hot tea all over himself. "I-- what?" he responded, dumfounded. He was absolutely 100% sure he had misheard her. He knew what Santana's past was like, but he always assumed once she had come out that she would discovered what fidelity was like and settle down. His lips formed a tiny O shape and he blinked. "Ch-ch... when? Who with? What did... why did...?" The words just died on his lips in shock and he touched the tips of his fingers to them. He was waiting for her to say she was just joking, but that never came.
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It was probably lucky he wasn't still holding onto the mug by that point, or there would have been a huge risk that he spilt the hot tea all over himself. "I-- what?" he responded, dumfounded. He was absolutely 100% sure he had misheard her. He knew what Santana's past was like, but he always assumed once she had come out that she would discovered what fidelity was like and settle down. His lips formed a tiny O shape and he blinked. "Ch-ch... when? Who with? What did... why did...?" The words just died on his lips in shock and he touched the tips of his fingers to them. He was waiting for her to say she was just joking, but that never came.