031 // Voice

[showbizpanache]

If I hear about that dead Hunter one more time I'm going to lose it. There is a man you should all be mourning-- His name is Franz d'Epinay.

I'm getting really sick of how backwards this place is.

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[mediumdrip]

Hi.

[showbizpanache]

You came home.

[mediumdrip]

You are the most important to me.

[showbizpanache]

[He shifts, getting comfy.]

I think I just made a total ass out of myself. Wouldn't be the first time.

[mediumdrip]

I don't care. You were right.

[showbizpanache]

I am? I mean-- You think so?

[mediumdrip]

Of course I do. Screw that guy. The people who are mourning him should know what a total monster he was.

And... and the world deserves to know how amazing Franz is. [Not "was"]

[showbizpanache]

[He groans and leans his head on Blaine's chest.] I'm glad you agree, but I suppose it won't really matter once I lose my job. I can't believe I yelled at Mr. Creed like that.

[mediumdrip]

If he fires you for lashing out while grieving... Then maybe that's not the kind of person you want to work for.

[showbizpanache]

[He shrugs, looking uncomfortable and ashamed.]

[mediumdrip]

You're amazing.

[showbizpanache]

I'm an idiot.

[mediumdrip]

Only some times. [lightly teasing]

[showbizpanache]

Mmm.

[He's quiet for a while, just snuggling. Then he shifts.]

Want to take a bath?

[mediumdrip]

You'll join me?

[showbizpanache]

Yeah.

[mediumdrip]

Okay. [He slowly gets up and offers to help Kurt up.]

[showbizpanache]

[He takes Blaine's hand and walks with him into the bathroom. There's a comfortable silence as he draws the bath and adds in some salts and oils.]

I know you think this smells girly, but whatever, it's relaxing. [He offers an attempt at a smile.]

[mediumdrip]

It's better than smelling like the bar.

[showbizpanache]

It's true.

[He waits for Blaine to start disrobing before he slowly begins peeling off his layers.]

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine pulls off his clothes and gets into the bath, expecting Kurt to settle in front of him.]

[showbizpanache]

[He does, slowly and carefully, leaning back against Blaine's chest. His arms sort of cross in front of his own in a vulnerable sort of way, but he relaxes.]

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt, holding him close.]

[showbizpanache]

If I fall asleep you have to wake me up. I don't want to get all prune-y.

[He closes his eyes and snuggles close nonetheless.]

[mediumdrip]

Hm. I promise I will.