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[justlove]

[At first, there's just the sound of feet shuffling and rustling cloth, followed by a couple of exploratory taps on the communicator.

Finally, a confused voice can be heard.]

Hello? If there's anyone listening, I need to know where I am and how I can get back home.

[There's a pause that lasts a few seconds.]

If anyone knows how to get out of here at all, that would be great too. [There's more tapping noises, followed by the same voice speaking.] Thanks.

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[porcelainpride]

...well, now that we're both here, we'll just have to promise to both stay out of trouble, because I couldn't handle if anything happened to you either.

Mmm-hm, the Outsider. He's...interesting.

[justlove]

That's definitely something I can agree to. There's no point in either of us worrying each other.

Well, I guess I'll take the room next to his, and we'll go from there.

[porcelainpride]

Okay. [Pauses, moment of fidgety-ness -- because this Kurt is taken from right after New York Nationals, so he's still a little new to the whole having-a-boyfriend thing -- then reaches out for Blaine's hand again.]

I know this isn't the best situation...at all...but I'm really happy you're here.

if I'm having Blaine be too love-y, let me know and I'll tone it down.

[justlove]

[That fidgety-ness is endearing to Blaine, who is taken from right after his and Kurt's first time together in season 3.]

I am too, Kurt. I never thought I'd wind up here, but somehow, having you around makes up for that.

nooo, we love the love!

[porcelainpride]

You say that now, but wait until we get attacked by the kraken.

I was just nervous I was weirding you out ^^;;

[justlove]

Like the one in Pirates of the Caribbean?

[It's a little unnerving how casually Kurt mentions that, like it's an every day occurrence.]

Even if it does attack us, there's no way I'll let it do anything to you.

[Never mind that he doesn't know the first thing about fighting off a kraken.]

never too much lovey blaine~

[porcelainpride]

I'm assuming. We haven't actually seen one yet, but it seems likely.

[D'aww, have a melty Kurt.] My hero.

I agree! :D

[justlove]

[He pulls Kurt into a quick side hug and gives him an affectionate smile.]

I know you'd do the same for me, Kurt. But all the same, I hope we never find out what it's like to be attacked by a kraken.

[porcelainpride]

Me too.

[He sighs a little, sitting down on the couch and making a face when that dislodges a puff of dust.] But realistically, we're going to have to learn how to defend ourselves somehow. Even if there aren't krakens, there are huge wolves and mountain lions and people disappearing, not to mention the camera's...

[He frowns, starting to gnaw at his index fingernail, anxiously.]

[justlove]

[Blaine sits down next to Kurt, and turns so he's looking straight at him. It concerns him a bit to hear him talking so seriously, and he really doesn't like how anxious he sounds.]

I could teach you what I know about boxing, but that's not much use against wolves and mountain lions.

[He laughs a little, trying to inject some humor into what is clearly not a good situation. But it doesn't long, and soon, Blaine's concerned expression is back as he mulls over everything he's learned.]

What's this about people disappearing?

[porcelainpride]

Well, I'll take what I can get. [Kurt manages a little laugh of his own, reaching out for Blaine's hand again.]

Just that. Whoever brought us here sometimes...takes people.

[justlove]

And you know I'm more than happy to help. [He gives Kurt's hand a squeeze.]

And do they ever come back?

[porcelainpride]

One of them has. The other might, at some point. [Scoots closer, for comfort.]

[justlove]

Were they friends of yours? [Just having Kurt nearby is comfort enough.]

I really don't want to jinx us, Kurt, but I hope that if we ever leave, it's together and not separately.

[porcelainpride]

I knew who they were. [Kurt sighs, leaning against the back of the couch, plucking at an unraveling strand.] Me too.

[justlove]

I'm sorry. I hope they come back soon. [He leans in closer and moves to put his arm around Kurt.]

But you know you'll always have me, right?

[porcelainpride]

[He'll take that as a cue to snuggle up close to Blaine.]

I'd almost resigned myself to not having you, actually.

[justlove]

[Snuggles are always, always welcome.]

I get that, Kurt, I really do. You had no idea if I was going to show up or not.

Aside from having your diner get flattened, what else have you been doing?

[porcelainpride]

...baking a lot. Helping alter clothes. It's a lot of vintage stuff. [Hesitates, then, softer.] Missing you.

[justlove]

So more or less what you've been doing at home, then. Minus the missing me part, that is. [He leans closer and gives Kurt an affectionate smile, gently brushing his fingers against his neck.]

Well, you have nothing to worry about now, Kurt. I'm not going anywhere. [To the best of his abilities, of course, but it can be assumed that he'll do his best to never leave Kurt.]

[porcelainpride]

And minus eBay. I miss my last-second deals. [Pouts a little, resting his cheek on Blaine's hand.]

Good. ...I was serious about you finding something to do here. Maybe you can..teach boxing.

[justlove]

Oh yes, you and your famous last-second deals. I wouldn't give away your secret, Kurt, because then you might have to compete for being the most fashionable.

[He frowns a bit at Kurt's suggestion.]

Would anyone want to learn boxing from me, though? It's different if I was just showing you things. [Besides, from what he's gathered, most of the people here seem older or (at first glance) not someone who would be interested in learning boxing, much less from a kid in high school.]

[porcelainpride]

There's not much chance of that here. There's no internet. No cable, even.

[He shrugs a shoulder.] You never know. Every little bit helps.

[justlove]

Well, that's sort of a good thing, right? Having no competition, I mean.

I guess I could ask around. Do you know anyone who might be interested?

[porcelainpride]

That's true. But then...there's also no Facebook, no Twitter, no Real Housewives...

Mmm, Lydia might. [Leans against Blaine's shoulder and gives a contented sigh.] I'll ask her later.