[The fierceness of his response is such a stark contrast to the tenderness of his touch that it takes Kurt's breath away—even more so than his imposing frame crowding them against the door, the feel and sound and sight and smell of him after all these years completely enveloping them. He doesn't sound smug or mad, the way they expected he would. If anything, he sounds almost hurt.
Part of them wants to ask who the fuck he thinks he is, who gave him the goddamn right to come back like this and start asking things of them again. Part of them wants to get down on their knees and beg to be taken back. To be taken away from all of this. To go back to how things were before. And yet another part wants him to get to the point where he fucks them already.
Corrigan's hands cradling their cheeks catch the tears as they start falling. They still look frustrated and angry with him, but the edges soften now. He pleads with them not to marry Greg, and Kurt feels their heart ache with relief. Like they'd been waiting for his command, his permission to turn their back on the mess they've made of their life.]
... a-and then what? You— Y-You show back up after all this time with your dick and your sad eyes and tell me t-to upend my whole life on my fucking wedding day, and then what? Where do I go, Corrigan? What— What am I supposed to do? [They both know the answer to that. All he has to do is say the word.]
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Date: 2022-11-13 09:42 pm (UTC)Part of them wants to ask who the fuck he thinks he is, who gave him the goddamn right to come back like this and start asking things of them again. Part of them wants to get down on their knees and beg to be taken back. To be taken away from all of this. To go back to how things were before. And yet another part wants him to get to the point where he fucks them already.
Corrigan's hands cradling their cheeks catch the tears as they start falling. They still look frustrated and angry with him, but the edges soften now. He pleads with them not to marry Greg, and Kurt feels their heart ache with relief. Like they'd been waiting for his command, his permission to turn their back on the mess they've made of their life.]
... a-and then what? You— Y-You show back up after all this time with your dick and your sad eyes and tell me t-to upend my whole life on my fucking wedding day, and then what? Where do I go, Corrigan? What— What am I supposed to do? [They both know the answer to that. All he has to do is say the word.]