[Quentin had woken up at his usual alarm in a similar state, both physically and mentally, as Kurt. Neither the alarm, nor untangling himself from the other mutant had woken him up, so Quentin had decided just to let him sleep. It save him from having to deal with... this. At least for a while.
They'd had a bit of wine, but he hadn't been drunk. Far from it. He remembered everything. Kissing had led to making out had led to... biting. They'd 'hooked up'. At least, Quentin considered a mix of jerking each other off and sort of-half oral as hooking up.
He could've easily covered up the bruises and bitemarks with telepathy, but he hadn't. His friends had asked him what had happened and he'd just smirked in response, but skirted the questions. By lunchtime, the rumors had taken on a life of their own.
Actually seeing Kurt in the lunchroom made his devil may care attitude waver slightly. He stopped without warning, getting run into by another student who'd been walking along behind him, causing a tiny scene that Quentin hurried away from, head ducked. He quickly grabbed some food and took a seat at an empty table, avoiding eye contact.]
[Frankly, he shouldn't be surprised that people have already started talking. It's a school and even worse, all of them live here; there's no real escape from prying eyes and whispers of who might have hooked up the night before. Fridays were part of the weekend, after all.
Kurt's more in luck than he'd assumed because people come to sit with him and when he glances up from beneath his hood, eyes bloodshot and a frown creasing his features, it must be enough to clue them in on his currently dour mood. He shrugs when questioned, but they move along, leaving him to stew in his thoughts.
After this, he could go and search Quentin out, see about getting some clearer answers about last night. He'd drank more than he anticipated and while he hadn't been completely gone, there are a few things that continue to gnaw at his conscious. Mostly, the insatiable curiosity is spurred by his need to know how far he and the other mutant had gone, since he can't seem to remember.
The commotion caused by Quentin and another student make him look up from where he's dragging a spoon through the yogurt mixture, iridescent eyes broadening at the sight of the pink-haired male. He turned away as quickly as he could manage, focusing his attention on the table in hopes that he hadn't been caught staring. Okay, so, there he was. All he'd have to do is get up, walk over and ask to talk to him - alone.
Kurt shifted to his feet, abandoning his food at the table and making a beeline straight for Quentin, murmuring nonsensically under his breath. What if he caused problems by doing this? He paused mid-step at the thought, thankfully avoiding his own collision when he tunes back in. If he continues to do that, he'll definitely end up making a scene. A swift twist of his body allows his fellow student to brush past him and he returns to walking, determination bubbling hot in his chest and once he's close enough--]
[Kurt manages to, apparently, catch the telepath off guard, which says something about Quentin's current mental state. He'd been lost in his own thoughts, appearing to be about as interested in the food in front of him as Kurt was.
Quentin stiffened in surprise, sitting up a little straighter before immediately forcing himself to appear as relaxed as possible.]
[He's somewhat taken aback at the fact he'd been able to surprise Quentin. Normally, he'd sense him coming, but maybe Kurt wasn't the only one lingering on what had happened, which makes him feel marginally better about this whole thing.
Taking a moment to wet his lips, the cobalt-tinted mutant briefly glanced away, reaching one hand up to grip the neck of the collar where the hood began. All he could hope was that the stupid thing was doing its job.
He doesn't seem all that convinced by Quentin's attempt at nonchalance, though.] Nothing. I, ah ... [he trailed off, unsure as to what else he would be able to produce without seeming suspicious. Hey, wait a minute--] I think we should talk.
[There's the quickest flash of a glare when Kurt speculates about where Quentin's head is at. He's not trying to listen, but he hears it regardless. Anger clashed with his efforts to act cool and aloof though, and he was quick to go back to pretending he was unaffected by any of this.
He's not fooling anyone.]
Do you want to go for a walk? [He asks telepathically while taking a sip of the orange juice in front of him.] Or do you want to talk here?
[Kurt is part of that anyone; he doesn't actually believe Quentin is that collected about what had happened, though he won't call him out.
There's no legitimate reason for him to cause a scene and if he does, he'd be surrendering his anonymity. At least, he's pretty sure that nobody knows it was him, unless Quentin's told someone.]
I'd rather we walk. It would be more-- [he stops, raises his arms to tuck across his chest and dips his head,] more private.
[They were both keeping things low key, but even so, Kurt standing in front of Quentin, the two obviously having some level of serious conversation. Quentin could hear them, little whispers, not spoken, but thought, wondering if the two were about to start a fight. They were about to be very disappointed.]
Sure. [The hot pocket was already too cold to be very edible. He downed the last of his chocolate milk and grabbed the wrapped rice krispie square and shoved it in his pocket.
Without asking Kurt exactly where he wanted to go, Quentin made his way out the rear entrance of the mansion so they could walk outside, through the gardens.]
[Their fellow classmates are probably even more dispirited when Kurt relaxes his taut stance, shoulders slackening and his arms lowering back to his sides.
He knew he should probably go back and get rid of the remainder of his own meal, but Quentin was one step ahead of him, already finishing his drink and pocketing a marshmallow treat. A lingering glance was all he offered to the spot he'd been sitting at then he did a neat heal turn and followed after Quentin.
The fact they were heading toward the gardens made Kurt relax a bit more, his hands coming up to remove his hood before sliding into the pocket of his hoodie.]
What's up, [he repeats, a statement more than a question like Quentin had expressed,] is that something happened last night that I'd like to talk about.
[By the time they were stepping outside, it definitely seemed as though any curious glances they'd been getting had moved on, bored.
Quentin crossed his arms, fighting the urge to bristle, or just avoid this altogether and make a break for it.]
Okay. So, talk. [This wasn't going to be easy for Kurt, Quentin was stubborn, if nothing else.] We hung out. Things got... a little heated. So, what? [He was working over time, putting in some pretty obvious effort at shrugging all of this off as if hooking up with classmates was a completely normal occurrence.]
[He's naive, not stupid. Had Quentin not taken them outside, anyone would be able to see that their current situation didn't look like a comfortable one.
For either of them, really.]
That might be putting it mildly. [He rubbed a hand over a couple of the marks on his neck, the pad of his thumb lingering at a mouth-shaped bruise as he moved to lean the elbow of his free limb on the nearby banister.] I have no idea how far you've gotten with someone, but all of what happened last night was entirely new to me. [There it had been, admittance tumbling from his lips like a streaming faucet with no 'off' handle.]
[Seeing Kurt's hand move to the marks, the marks he'd left, Quentin once again swallowed thickly.
Arms still crossed over his chest, he slowed by one of the large old trees on the property, leaning casually against the trunk. Or at least he was trying to look casual.]
Well, what do you want me to do about it? It happened. We can't change that now. [Finally showing the anxiety he was feeling, he dragged his hand through his hair.] I don't... know... what you want from me.
[This was becoming far more uncomfortable than he'd thought possible.
Hesitating not soon after Quentin, Kurt's eyebrows raised in concern, both arms moving back to his sides now. His entire demeanor stiffened because frankly, what did he want from the telepath?
He shook his head, strode closer to the pink-haired male and reached to gingerly grip his shoulder.] I'm not saying that I want to change what happened. When I said I'd never ... [he trails off, looking down at his feet then withdrawing his hand.]
Just help me understand better. I'm not expecting 'us' to be anything ... specific.
Help you understand what? [Quentin looked almost suspicious.]
We hooked up. It was... good. I thought. I mean, I... enjoyed it. [A creeping rosy tint gave betrayed the candor Quentin was aiming for.] And I'd do it again. No big deal. [He bit his lip, but shrugged nonchalantly.
If Quentin could have his way, nothing much would change between them. Maybe they could hook up again. Maybe not. That part depended more on Kurt.]
[He's about to open his mouth and explain, but Quentin confirms their hookup before he can formulate the words.
No big deal, he'd said. Was he being serious or just trying to play it cool? The blush suggests the former and Kurt can't help himself; his smile's diminutive in appearance, although it's there.] Well, you aren't the only one that enjoyed it, ja? [He withdrew when the other mutant shrugged, bringing the hand up to smooth the shorter side of his hair.] I would, too, even if my inexperience might have been a little embarrassing.
[Because surely, Quentin had more experience than he did.
Uhh- [It's Quentin's turn to blush, looking away quickly as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Could this conversation get any more awkward? Maybe if it suddenly turned out someone had been eavesdropping on them all along. Barring that, Quentin doubted it could.]
You didn't- I mean, I didn't... notice. It was... whatever. [So smooth.]
So, you're cool? I mean, even though we're not going to be like... 'a thing'? [It was a pleasant surprise and Kurt wanting to try to pin him down had been his number one worry.]
[For a moment there, it seemed like he'd struck Quentin dumb and he can't help being a little smug about that. He doesn't mention it or even make any sort of gesture that might give it away, though, since the other mutant already looks embarrassed enough.]
Whatever, hm? [he teased gently, lowering his arm then moving both hands to tuck behind his back, another smile appearing at the question.]
I'm fine with what we have. [Regardless of what they were going to call 'this.' Kurt understood the meaning of a hookup at this point and if that was what Quentin wanted, then that was all it would be. Maybe his wording hadn't been the best?] We're 'cool,' if that answers the question better.
Yea. It was 'whatever'. I mean, I really didn't notice it. The whole 'inexperienced' thing you're worried about. That's what was 'whatever'.
Like I said. [He bit his lip sheepishly for a moment, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.] It was good. Hot.
[His gaze met Kurt's again, an intense look, like he was trying to pick Kurt apart to understand how he worked. He had to make sure he could trust what Kurt was saying, scrutinize his expression and every little gesture to make sure they were genuine. He seemed satisfied though.] Good. [He nodded, more to himself than to Kurt.] That's good.
I'm glad things aren't complicated. [Quentin finally offers the mutant a smile in return.]
Okay, ja, I understand. ['Hot' wasn't quite the word he was expecting Quentin to use. To be fair, though, he wasn't exactly sure what he'd expected the other male to say, if anything at all.
Kurt flushed and brought his hand back up, scrubbing it over his face in an attempt to will the discoloration away, but to no avail.] Excellent, [he murmured, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking.
When their eyes met, he paused the motion of his hand, fingers threaded through his bangs to hold them aside. Everything on Kurt's face was completely truthful - right down to the partial surprise in his widened eyes at the way Quentin was assessing him. He relaxed when his friend(?) confirmed that everything between them was fine, releasing a content sigh while tipping his head to the side.]
Me too. [He has to admit, even Quentin looks better with a smile.] Oh, and I'm sorry if you felt any hostility from my earlier approach. That's not what I intended at all.
Wasn't it? [He raised an eyebrow dubiously at Kurt. He pauses to consider it before shrugging dismissively.] I guess I took it as kind of more determined than hostile.
[He glances away, apparently having an inner debate over something, and then looks back to Kurt.] You know. If you ever need to talk. Even if you're on the other side of the state... or a few states away, I think, you can just, sort of... focus your thoughts at me. Even without knowing where I am. It'll find me.
Unless you prefer waiting for me at lunch so you can storm over and ambush me. [Quentin smirks, the words obviously teasing.
It was actually kind of... nice, the fact that Kurt cared enough to come hunt him down, that he'd been hoping to speak to him since the morning. He didn't really understand why that gave him weird butterflies, but it did.]
Ah, 'determined' is a much better word. [He latches onto that with ease, head bobbing in agreement. Admittedly, he'd been somewhat upset at first when approaching Quentin, but now that they'd taken time to talk, figure out exactly where they stood, there was absolutely no hostile feelings whatsoever.
Bewilderment overtook his features, dark brows knitting together in contemplation before that expression slipped away, softening into an altruistic smile.] Thank you, Quentin. It's ... comforting to know that I'll always have someone to talk to, no matter how far away they might be.
That's always an option, too, but ... would that be something I should do if I want to kiss you? [His own tone is equally playful, although he's being completely serious.
To emphasize this, Kurt spared a glance over his shoulder then turned back to Quentin, eyes becoming half-lidded as he slunk his way closer, arms moving to tuck behind his back. Apparently, he's feeling bold, regardless of his own nervousness making his stomach flutter.]
[Quentin looked away, half to hide a slight blush, and crossed his arms over his chest.] I didn't say you could talk to me whenever for no real reason. I said if you needed to, you can get a hold of me that way. I'm not a therapist. And I'm not a shoulder to cry on. [At this point, he's being difficult simply to be difficult.
Kurt's question shook him out of his sudden sourness and he turned to look at the mutant, eyes wide, before glancing around.] Here?
[It wasn't that someone might see them, it was that everyone had the potential to see them. He really wasn't sure how he felt about that.] Wait.... Roof? [Kurt could teleport them there easily and they'd have a bit more privacy at least.]
[This time, Kurt doesn't hesitate to add a bit of his own snark into the mix.] I'm in no need of a therapist, Quentin. I do just fine with repressing my feelings. [Which is a complete and utter lie, considering the way he reacts to the telepath's suggestion.
He flicks his gaze to the roof, cheeks hinting at the faintest shade of violet again.] Shouldn't be a problem. [Like, at all. Being a teleporter certainly has its advantages.]
Although, [he begins, offering his right arm out for Quentin to take hold of so he can effectively move the both of them,] you'll need to hang on tight-- that way you don't end up falling if you get disoriented.
Good. Then we're in the same boat. [Not that he'd mind listening now and again, but for some reason, people tended to remember the whole telepathy thing at ass o'clock in the morning when they couldn't sleep and were feeling sorry for themselves. No thank you.]
Pfft. [He pushes off the wall he'd been leaning to and laughs at Kurt.] Okay, yeah, I'm suuuure I need to be pressed up against you as close as possible. [He snickered, but did just that. Snaking an arm around Kurt's waist, he stepped in close, standing so he was flush against the other mutant. He blushed slightly as he thought about just how warm Kurt felt.]
[If Quentin's worried about being woken up at ungodly hours of the night, Kurt will do his best to keep his subconscious thoughts quiet.] I'll try as hard as I can to keep myself from thinking too loudly, but I can't promise it will work if I'm sleeping or something.
[With a roll of the eyes, he waited until Quentin was close enough then gave him an affectionate nudge to the ribs, though did nothing to hide the mischievous smirk at the sensation of his fellow mutant's arm settling around his mid-section.] Don't act like you suddenly mind being pushed up against me. [Because he's noticed that blush. He isn't going to mention it right now, since he has to focus on teleporting the both of them.
A simple task, really-- one that only takes him less than a minute to perform and the final displacement lands them right at their destination atop the roof. He shifted his position to be standing in front of Quentin, encircling his shoulders and leaning to rest their foreheads together to keep them both steady. Moving other people came with a small price; a bout of his own dizziness, but it never lasted long.]
People don't complain in their sleep. [Quentin explained with a slight smile.] They dream. And in dreams, people don't project their thoughts. It's like a little, contained bubble of thought that they're experiencing.
Dreams are weird, honestly.
[Quentin snickered.] If you wanted to get me close, you should just say something. [More blushing despite the teasing.
The teleport was, naturally, disorienting, and he didn't keep himself from leaning against Kurt. The catch was, he didn't bother moving away even when the dizzy spell subsided. With a soft snort of laughter, he tilted his head to press his lips to Kurt's, his cheeks and ears still burning hot.]
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They'd had a bit of wine, but he hadn't been drunk. Far from it. He remembered everything. Kissing had led to making out had led to... biting. They'd 'hooked up'. At least, Quentin considered a mix of jerking each other off and sort of-half oral as hooking up.
He could've easily covered up the bruises and bitemarks with telepathy, but he hadn't. His friends had asked him what had happened and he'd just smirked in response, but skirted the questions. By lunchtime, the rumors had taken on a life of their own.
Actually seeing Kurt in the lunchroom made his devil may care attitude waver slightly. He stopped without warning, getting run into by another student who'd been walking along behind him, causing a tiny scene that Quentin hurried away from, head ducked. He quickly grabbed some food and took a seat at an empty table, avoiding eye contact.]
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Kurt's more in luck than he'd assumed because people come to sit with him and when he glances up from beneath his hood, eyes bloodshot and a frown creasing his features, it must be enough to clue them in on his currently dour mood. He shrugs when questioned, but they move along, leaving him to stew in his thoughts.
After this, he could go and search Quentin out, see about getting some clearer answers about last night. He'd drank more than he anticipated and while he hadn't been completely gone, there are a few things that continue to gnaw at his conscious. Mostly, the insatiable curiosity is spurred by his need to know how far he and the other mutant had gone, since he can't seem to remember.
The commotion caused by Quentin and another student make him look up from where he's dragging a spoon through the yogurt mixture, iridescent eyes broadening at the sight of the pink-haired male. He turned away as quickly as he could manage, focusing his attention on the table in hopes that he hadn't been caught staring. Okay, so, there he was. All he'd have to do is get up, walk over and ask to talk to him - alone.
Kurt shifted to his feet, abandoning his food at the table and making a beeline straight for Quentin, murmuring nonsensically under his breath. What if he caused problems by doing this? He paused mid-step at the thought, thankfully avoiding his own collision when he tunes back in. If he continues to do that, he'll definitely end up making a scene. A swift twist of his body allows his fellow student to brush past him and he returns to walking, determination bubbling hot in his chest and once he's close enough--]
... Quentin.
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Quentin stiffened in surprise, sitting up a little straighter before immediately forcing himself to appear as relaxed as possible.]
Hey, what's up? [Cool as a freaking cucumber.]
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Taking a moment to wet his lips, the cobalt-tinted mutant briefly glanced away, reaching one hand up to grip the neck of the collar where the hood began. All he could hope was that the stupid thing was doing its job.
He doesn't seem all that convinced by Quentin's attempt at nonchalance, though.] Nothing. I, ah ... [he trailed off, unsure as to what else he would be able to produce without seeming suspicious. Hey, wait a minute--] I think we should talk.
[Mind speak, for the win.]
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He's not fooling anyone.]
Do you want to go for a walk? [He asks telepathically while taking a sip of the orange juice in front of him.] Or do you want to talk here?
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There's no legitimate reason for him to cause a scene and if he does, he'd be surrendering his anonymity. At least, he's pretty sure that nobody knows it was him, unless Quentin's told someone.]
I'd rather we walk. It would be more-- [he stops, raises his arms to tuck across his chest and dips his head,] more private.
[sorry this took me so long!]
Sure. [The hot pocket was already too cold to be very edible. He downed the last of his chocolate milk and grabbed the wrapped rice krispie square and shoved it in his pocket.
Without asking Kurt exactly where he wanted to go, Quentin made his way out the rear entrance of the mansion so they could walk outside, through the gardens.]
So... [Quentin played dumb.] What's up?
no, no, it's okay!! you've been busy <3
He knew he should probably go back and get rid of the remainder of his own meal, but Quentin was one step ahead of him, already finishing his drink and pocketing a marshmallow treat. A lingering glance was all he offered to the spot he'd been sitting at then he did a neat heal turn and followed after Quentin.
The fact they were heading toward the gardens made Kurt relax a bit more, his hands coming up to remove his hood before sliding into the pocket of his hoodie.]
What's up, [he repeats, a statement more than a question like Quentin had expressed,] is that something happened last night that I'd like to talk about.
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Quentin crossed his arms, fighting the urge to bristle, or just avoid this altogether and make a break for it.]
Okay. So, talk. [This wasn't going to be easy for Kurt, Quentin was stubborn, if nothing else.] We hung out. Things got... a little heated. So, what? [He was working over time, putting in some pretty obvious effort at shrugging all of this off as if hooking up with classmates was a completely normal occurrence.]
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For either of them, really.]
That might be putting it mildly. [He rubbed a hand over a couple of the marks on his neck, the pad of his thumb lingering at a mouth-shaped bruise as he moved to lean the elbow of his free limb on the nearby banister.] I have no idea how far you've gotten with someone, but all of what happened last night was entirely new to me. [There it had been, admittance tumbling from his lips like a streaming faucet with no 'off' handle.]
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Arms still crossed over his chest, he slowed by one of the large old trees on the property, leaning casually against the trunk. Or at least he was trying to look casual.]
Well, what do you want me to do about it? It happened. We can't change that now. [Finally showing the anxiety he was feeling, he dragged his hand through his hair.] I don't... know... what you want from me.
[So much for keeping his cool.]
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Hesitating not soon after Quentin, Kurt's eyebrows raised in concern, both arms moving back to his sides now. His entire demeanor stiffened because frankly, what did he want from the telepath?
He shook his head, strode closer to the pink-haired male and reached to gingerly grip his shoulder.] I'm not saying that I want to change what happened. When I said I'd never ... [he trails off, looking down at his feet then withdrawing his hand.]
Just help me understand better. I'm not expecting 'us' to be anything ... specific.
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We hooked up. It was... good. I thought. I mean, I... enjoyed it. [A creeping rosy tint gave betrayed the candor Quentin was aiming for.] And I'd do it again. No big deal. [He bit his lip, but shrugged nonchalantly.
If Quentin could have his way, nothing much would change between them. Maybe they could hook up again. Maybe not. That part depended more on Kurt.]
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No big deal, he'd said. Was he being serious or just trying to play it cool? The blush suggests the former and Kurt can't help himself; his smile's diminutive in appearance, although it's there.] Well, you aren't the only one that enjoyed it, ja? [He withdrew when the other mutant shrugged, bringing the hand up to smooth the shorter side of his hair.] I would, too, even if my inexperience might have been a little embarrassing.
[Because surely, Quentin had more experience than he did.
... right?]
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You didn't- I mean, I didn't... notice. It was... whatever. [So smooth.]
So, you're cool? I mean, even though we're not going to be like... 'a thing'? [It was a pleasant surprise and Kurt wanting to try to pin him down had been his number one worry.]
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Whatever, hm? [he teased gently, lowering his arm then moving both hands to tuck behind his back, another smile appearing at the question.]
I'm fine with what we have. [Regardless of what they were going to call 'this.' Kurt understood the meaning of a hookup at this point and if that was what Quentin wanted, then that was all it would be. Maybe his wording hadn't been the best?] We're 'cool,' if that answers the question better.
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Like I said. [He bit his lip sheepishly for a moment, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.] It was good. Hot.
[His gaze met Kurt's again, an intense look, like he was trying to pick Kurt apart to understand how he worked. He had to make sure he could trust what Kurt was saying, scrutinize his expression and every little gesture to make sure they were genuine. He seemed satisfied though.] Good. [He nodded, more to himself than to Kurt.] That's good.
I'm glad things aren't complicated. [Quentin finally offers the mutant a smile in return.]
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Kurt flushed and brought his hand back up, scrubbing it over his face in an attempt to will the discoloration away, but to no avail.] Excellent, [he murmured, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking.
When their eyes met, he paused the motion of his hand, fingers threaded through his bangs to hold them aside. Everything on Kurt's face was completely truthful - right down to the partial surprise in his widened eyes at the way Quentin was assessing him. He relaxed when his friend(?) confirmed that everything between them was fine, releasing a content sigh while tipping his head to the side.]
Me too. [He has to admit, even Quentin looks better with a smile.] Oh, and I'm sorry if you felt any hostility from my earlier approach. That's not what I intended at all.
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[He glances away, apparently having an inner debate over something, and then looks back to Kurt.] You know. If you ever need to talk. Even if you're on the other side of the state... or a few states away, I think, you can just, sort of... focus your thoughts at me. Even without knowing where I am. It'll find me.
Unless you prefer waiting for me at lunch so you can storm over and ambush me. [Quentin smirks, the words obviously teasing.
It was actually kind of... nice, the fact that Kurt cared enough to come hunt him down, that he'd been hoping to speak to him since the morning. He didn't really understand why that gave him weird butterflies, but it did.]
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Bewilderment overtook his features, dark brows knitting together in contemplation before that expression slipped away, softening into an altruistic smile.] Thank you, Quentin. It's ... comforting to know that I'll always have someone to talk to, no matter how far away they might be.
That's always an option, too, but ... would that be something I should do if I want to kiss you? [His own tone is equally playful, although he's being completely serious.
To emphasize this, Kurt spared a glance over his shoulder then turned back to Quentin, eyes becoming half-lidded as he slunk his way closer, arms moving to tuck behind his back. Apparently, he's feeling bold, regardless of his own nervousness making his stomach flutter.]
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Kurt's question shook him out of his sudden sourness and he turned to look at the mutant, eyes wide, before glancing around.] Here?
[It wasn't that someone might see them, it was that everyone had the potential to see them. He really wasn't sure how he felt about that.] Wait.... Roof? [Kurt could teleport them there easily and they'd have a bit more privacy at least.]
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He flicks his gaze to the roof, cheeks hinting at the faintest shade of violet again.] Shouldn't be a problem. [Like, at all. Being a teleporter certainly has its advantages.]
Although, [he begins, offering his right arm out for Quentin to take hold of so he can effectively move the both of them,] you'll need to hang on tight-- that way you don't end up falling if you get disoriented.
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Pfft. [He pushes off the wall he'd been leaning to and laughs at Kurt.] Okay, yeah, I'm suuuure I need to be pressed up against you as close as possible. [He snickered, but did just that. Snaking an arm around Kurt's waist, he stepped in close, standing so he was flush against the other mutant. He blushed slightly as he thought about just how warm Kurt felt.]
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[With a roll of the eyes, he waited until Quentin was close enough then gave him an affectionate nudge to the ribs, though did nothing to hide the mischievous smirk at the sensation of his fellow mutant's arm settling around his mid-section.] Don't act like you suddenly mind being pushed up against me. [Because he's noticed that blush. He isn't going to mention it right now, since he has to focus on teleporting the both of them.
A simple task, really-- one that only takes him less than a minute to perform and the final displacement lands them right at their destination atop the roof. He shifted his position to be standing in front of Quentin, encircling his shoulders and leaning to rest their foreheads together to keep them both steady. Moving other people came with a small price; a bout of his own dizziness, but it never lasted long.]
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Dreams are weird, honestly.
[Quentin snickered.] If you wanted to get me close, you should just say something. [More blushing despite the teasing.
The teleport was, naturally, disorienting, and he didn't keep himself from leaning against Kurt. The catch was, he didn't bother moving away even when the dizzy spell subsided. With a soft snort of laughter, he tilted his head to press his lips to Kurt's, his cheeks and ears still burning hot.]
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jeebus i'm sorry this took so long ;w;