Scarred
My back hurt like crap, I was leaning over so far I was level with Artie. Yeah that's right me, a six foot two 16 year old the height of a five foot six 16 year old in a wheel chair. Sad right? Well I was used to coming home from football practice battered and bruised. I headed for my room attempting to take a nap then I'd call Rachel. Yeah that sounded nice. I smirked, pillow prepare to be amazed.
I opened the door a slight bit. The lights were turned off. I opened the door some more but stopped when I heard a soft moan.
Was Kurt in there?
Was he hurt?
I flicked on the light.
"Holy shit!"
I covered my eyes with me hand.
"I'm backing out now, don't mind me!"
I bashed into the wall by the door. I felt around for the knob with my free hand, turning the knob when I found it.
" Don't mind the injured quarterback, just go back to your…business."
Wow, I was scarred for life. I replayed it in my head.
Kurt and Blaine had been laying side by side, math books abandoned, they were… kissing, wow THAT I did NOT need to see. Were all gays that…INTENSE? When the light turned on it took them a second to realize seeing as they were…. busy. But when they finally did Kurt opened his eyes, pushed Blaine away, and blushed a deep red.
Blaine pouted; not yet realizing I was there.
Kurt pointed to me as I backed out of the door before covering my eyes and backing into the wall. I saw Blaine blush just before I closed the door again.
Well so much for a nap… sorry pillow. I guess my back pains, pillow, and Rachel will have to wait until later, or maybe… I COULD just call Rachel from the kitchen… we DO have a couch; perfect for napping… and we DO have several other pillows laying around the house.
I smiled to myself; maybe not ALL hope was lost, this could still turn out to be a pretty good day.
I frowned "OH yeah," I thought remembering, but then again; I would NEVER forget what I just saw, in my own room! They weren't on my bed were they?
EW! Sorry brain just checking. Well THAT part of my dignity was still intact. I'm going to buy Kurt one of those door signs, you know; occupied and NOT; as long as we're sharing a room I may be napping on the couch but hey if Kurt's happy I'm happy. OH sorry brain, I didn't mean for that one!