"I wouldn't be surprised if the pink bowtie was my recommendation," Kurt mumbles in consideration; he's seen some of what Blaine prefers to wear on the island, and honestly, there are times when it reminds him of certain outfits he'd cobble together in sophomore year. Quickly shaking his head, Kurt folds his hands on his lap and listens, turning until his side leans against the back of the couch, elbow propped up on the cushions. "But I'm sure that Blaine would love that. A chance to play football, I mean."
He tries to fight the flush that threatens his cheeks again. His boy? Kurt's still not quite used to that thought yet.
Taking a sip to hide his embarrassment, Kurt takes a deep sip of cider, staring down into the small ripples caused by the movement.
"I don't think cornering him is a good idea. I don't think that's the best way of getting information out of people, generally, although I know plenty of people who'd try," Kurt considers, thinking about the long lengths to which any of New Directions can be willing to go for the right cause. "I can understand why he's hesitant, anyway. We're living different lives on the island, aren't we? Nothing that we do back home will necessarily even matter here."
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Date: 2012-06-02 02:13 am (UTC)He tries to fight the flush that threatens his cheeks again. His boy? Kurt's still not quite used to that thought yet.
Taking a sip to hide his embarrassment, Kurt takes a deep sip of cider, staring down into the small ripples caused by the movement.
"I don't think cornering him is a good idea. I don't think that's the best way of getting information out of people, generally, although I know plenty of people who'd try," Kurt considers, thinking about the long lengths to which any of New Directions can be willing to go for the right cause. "I can understand why he's hesitant, anyway. We're living different lives on the island, aren't we? Nothing that we do back home will necessarily even matter here."