Lizzie woke a few hours later, slowly, and groggily, without a clue as to how she ended up on the couch. Generally if she was going to nap, she’d nap in her own bed… Her mind was fuzzy. Fuzzy… Where were her kittens, anyway? Usually when she fell asleep, they would fall asleep around her, or on her, just to keep extra warm. She located her phone, to try and find out what time it was, but before she could manage that, she saw that she had a reply from Kurt.
Her heart got stuck in her throat. She was so scared of what Kurt would say, what he would think of her. She replied. And they texted back and forth quickly, as was their way. By the time they had mostly wrapped up their conversation, Lizzie was sobbing. She knew that her brother was amazing and accepting, but she never unsurprised by how much he could give back into the world, after so much had been taken away from him. From both of them.
She pulled her knees to her chest, and just let herself cry. Cry like she hadn’t for a long time. She wanted her mama. She wanted her daddy. She wanted for everything to be easy again. Why couldn’t life give her a break?
Blaine looked up from the two mugs of hot chocolate he was making in the kitchen and he turned his head towards the door leading to the lounge room—he heard the soft pitter-patter of fingers on a mobile keyboard—Kurt had probably replied to her text. He pulled his glasses out of his pocket and wiped them on his cardigan, put them on and peeked through the door, holding one of the mugs for Lizzie in his spare hand and saw her curled up on the couch, crying. He immediately walked out of the kitchen and put the mug down on the coffee table and pulled her into a hug.
“You talked to him, didn’t you?” he said softly.
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