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sirenspull_logs2012-02-12 02:13 pm
mediumdrip) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-12 02:13 pm
Entry tags:
morning after
Who: Blaine, Tim and Cass
When: This morning, the day horrible things happened.
Where: Tim and Cass's apartment
Summary: Blaine wakes up in Tim's bed and then they make breakfast.
Also includes: Cass kicking their asses into shape. And a forward dated thread (takes place on 2/15) in which Tim and Blaine talk about recovery.
Warnings: Talk of drug use.
The first thing that Blaine had done after he left the apartment was call Tim.
He knew he was making a habit of this, and relying heavily on his friend, but Tim was the only person who wouldn't try to make him stop. He couldn't get the image of Kurt's blood out of his head and he had just wanted to take something to make him forget. He wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.
That's how he ended up in Tim's bed. He hadn't told Tim anything that happened, just said that Kurt had finally found out the truth and then asked Tim if he could something to make him sleep, just a couple to make him forget. He and his friend had ended up hallucinating together while they laid on Tim's bed. There had been no pressure to be perfect, no need to worry about what would happen when he woke up. Nothing sexual happened between them, of course, Tim wasn't interested and Blaine didn't want to do that kind of thing with anyone but Kurt (not that it mattered, after what he had done he didn't deserve to see Kurt again). Instead he had gotten high and passed out together.
Blaine didn't feel judged, or ashamed, not like he knew he should have been. The next morning Blaine woke up slowly and for a moment he thought he he was home, with Kurt next to him, but the room was all wrong and the body next to him not the boy he loved. His mind still felt a little foggy from the drugs. He was stiff from sleeping in the same clothes he had worn the day before.
He also had no idea what he was going to do. Part of him just wanted to ask Tim for more, so that he could dream and sleep all day. He almost opened his mouth to ask for them. Instead, he asked for something completely different.
"Is there breakfast?" his voice was hollow, groggy from sleep and empty from his guilt and shame.
When: This morning, the day horrible things happened.
Where: Tim and Cass's apartment
Summary: Blaine wakes up in Tim's bed and then they make breakfast.
Also includes: Cass kicking their asses into shape. And a forward dated thread (takes place on 2/15) in which Tim and Blaine talk about recovery.
Warnings: Talk of drug use.
The first thing that Blaine had done after he left the apartment was call Tim.
He knew he was making a habit of this, and relying heavily on his friend, but Tim was the only person who wouldn't try to make him stop. He couldn't get the image of Kurt's blood out of his head and he had just wanted to take something to make him forget. He wanted to fall asleep and never wake up.
That's how he ended up in Tim's bed. He hadn't told Tim anything that happened, just said that Kurt had finally found out the truth and then asked Tim if he could something to make him sleep, just a couple to make him forget. He and his friend had ended up hallucinating together while they laid on Tim's bed. There had been no pressure to be perfect, no need to worry about what would happen when he woke up. Nothing sexual happened between them, of course, Tim wasn't interested and Blaine didn't want to do that kind of thing with anyone but Kurt (not that it mattered, after what he had done he didn't deserve to see Kurt again). Instead he had gotten high and passed out together.
Blaine didn't feel judged, or ashamed, not like he knew he should have been. The next morning Blaine woke up slowly and for a moment he thought he he was home, with Kurt next to him, but the room was all wrong and the body next to him not the boy he loved. His mind still felt a little foggy from the drugs. He was stiff from sleeping in the same clothes he had worn the day before.
He also had no idea what he was going to do. Part of him just wanted to ask Tim for more, so that he could dream and sleep all day. He almost opened his mouth to ask for them. Instead, he asked for something completely different.
"Is there breakfast?" his voice was hollow, groggy from sleep and empty from his guilt and shame.