I'll be parentally divorced for this when he turns 21...

Who: nickthewarbler and woman_or_a_girl
What: Subconscious confessions
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: A couple of days after THIS and THIS
Rating: PG

The morning was a bit of a blur for Nick. He hadn't slept much the might before. A mix of confusing thoughts swirling around his head and the sound of Kurt coughing frequently in the room across the hall had Nick lying in bed staring at the darkened ceiling as he tried desperately to make sense of everything. His head heart, his heart hurt, and he couldn't believe how lonely and quiet that room felt in the middle of the night with no one there for company...

But it was morning now, and he remembered getting up, taking his insulin, using the bathroom, having a shower and a shave. It was just going through the motions, what most people seemed to be doing as the reality of the situation trickled slowly to them and they were forced to accept it. Kurt and Blaine had been up relatively early, Kurt apparently wanted to go to Central Park, so Nick had kept out of their way while they got ready and then left. Of course, like anyone, he had doubts whether Kurt was up to it, but he was insistent and Blaine wouldn't deny him anything right now.

Once they left, Nick went to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, but all he got as far as was to put the kettle on, get a mug out out, and switch the toaster on at the wall. Now he was standing there with his hands braced on the countertop as he absentmindedly looked off to the side unseeingly at the splashback behind the stove. He was lost in his swirl of thoughts again that he couldn't switch off, a frown of concentration furrowing his brow. Why was this so hard? Why did it hurt so damn fucking much? Why couldn't he just figure it out...?

Who: nickthewarbler and woman_or_a_girl
What: Subconscious confessions
Where: Hummel-Anderson-Fabray Home
When: A couple of days after THIS and THIS
Rating: PG

The morning was a bit of a blur for Nick. He hadn't slept much the might before. A mix of confusing thoughts swirling around his head and the sound of Kurt coughing frequently in the room across the hall had Nick lying in bed staring at the darkened ceiling as he tried desperately to make sense of everything. His head heart, his heart hurt, and he couldn't believe how lonely and quiet that room felt in the middle of the night with no one there for company...

But it was morning now, and he remembered getting up, taking his insulin, using the bathroom, having a shower and a shave. It was just going through the motions, what most people seemed to be doing as the reality of the situation trickled slowly to them and they were forced to accept it. Kurt and Blaine had been up relatively early, Kurt apparently wanted to go to Central Park, so Nick had kept out of their way while they got ready and then left. Of course, like anyone, he had doubts whether Kurt was up to it, but he was insistent and Blaine wouldn't deny him anything right now.

Once they left, Nick went to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, but all he got as far as was to put the kettle on, get a mug out out, and switch the toaster on at the wall. Now he was standing there with his hands braced on the countertop as he absentmindedly looked off to the side unseeingly at the splashback behind the stove. He was lost in his swirl of thoughts again that he couldn't switch off, a frown of concentration furrowing his brow. Why was this so hard? Why did it hurt so damn fucking much? Why couldn't he just figure it out...?