(via gayteenss)Source: bradisourking
Based on this prompt and written at Rose’s urging (thanks, dear).
They hadn’t been on board at first. When Rachel had suggested the game, Kurt had sighed and rolled his eyes.
“I don’t need a stupid game telling me whether or not I know my boyfriend, Rachel.”
little hurt/comfort reaction ficlet—all mistakes are my own
Kurt texts Blaine as soon as Finn and Rachel leave, arm in arm, down the hallway.
“Can you be here?”
He sits down at the piano bench and fingers the keys with gentle touches, the lonely notes…