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Who: Santana Lopez and Kurt Hummel
What: Survival Celebration and Sordid Secrets
Where: Kurt & Santana's apartment, New York
When: Just after the end of summer

It turned out that Kurt's Hot Dog of Doom was more like Hot Dog of the Gastrointestinal Apocalypse. He had been so sick, with his body completely betraying him from all angles, that Santana ended up dragging him to the nearest ER where he had to spend a few hours on IV fluids for dehydration and they pumped him full of anti-puke medication and Imodium. It was only after that did Kurt manage to finally get some rest. Before, he kept being woken up by his stomach that it made it near impossible to rest. Santana dragged him back home in a cab, he crawled into his bed wishing like hell Blaine could be there to snuggle him, and crashed out in a deep sleep. And he pretty much slept for almost three days straight, save for getting up to go to the bathroom and getting bottles of Gatorade into him when he still had no interest in touching food ever again. Santana had just left him to it, staying close to make sure he didn't die in his sleep.

He had no finally re-surfaced, flopping out of bed and shuffling into the kitchen of the little apartment he shared with Santana. His pyjama pants had slipped down over his hips to reveal the top of his butt cheek and when he found Santana in there making coffee, he yawned, rubbing over his face sleepily with one hand whilst hitching his pants back up with the other. He was less than fabulous-looking right now, hair all in a disarray and crease marks from his pillow up the side of his face. He had paused only long enough at the bathroom to pee and quickly brush his teeth, but he was sure he had still be half asleep for that. On the upside, despite feeling weak in the wake of the food poisoning, the nausea seemed to have abated and in its place was just a sore stomach from the strain of throwing up.

He dropped down into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. "I didn't die," he announced, voice husky from sleep. "And apparently Puck nearly had to handcuff Blaine to a bed in Lima so he wouldn't get on a plane here right before school's about to start. I woke up to 73 text messages from Blaine. I think his next step might have been carrier pigeon."

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Jul. 4th, 2012 02:45 am
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Just Skyped with Kurt. He fell asleep halfway though...

[livejournal.com profile] have2justbeme, if you're reading this, can you turn his laptop off and just put a warm blanket around him or something? Maybe shove his pillow further up under his head so he doesn't get a sore neck? It looks awkward. I promise, I'll owe you a huge favour after this.
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Who: [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and [livejournal.com profile] justbeingaqueen
What: No goodbyes
Where: Fort Wayne International Airport, Ohio
When: Wednesday, 27th June

Blaine knew this wasn't really a goodbye because Kurt promised he would never say goodbye to him. Blaine was holding onto that notion for dear life, but by god was he a mess as he stood at the departure gate with Kurt when they heard the boarding call for the flight he was getting to New York with, of all people, Santana. Santana had already said her goodbyes to Brittany before they got to the gate, but Blaine refused to leave until Kurt was on the plane and he had watched it take off. Over by the boarding gate, Santana was rolling her eyes impatiently while Blaine stood there in a snotty, teary mess trying to fumble some Kleenex out of his pocket.

He was going to be seeing Kurt again in just a few weeks time, but had scored a summer job at Between the Sheets, so he had to stay for now. But Kurt... this was him packed up and ready to leave Lima for good. He and Santana were going to find an apartment in the city. He wouldn't live in Lima again. It was this though that had a loud sob escaping Blaine and another flood of tears spilled down his cheeks. "You will call me as soon as you get there, right? And we can Skype tonight, right? Make sure you tell me as soon as you get there safely, okay? I-I love you. I love you so much," he said tearfully, wiping at his eyes as he clutched Kurt's hand tightly.

That was when he just scooped Kurt into a crushing hug like he never wanted to let go, and murmured into his ear, "Please, please don't forget me."
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