“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
Drinking. Drinking? If only she could use that as an excuse. Now of all times that’s what she wanted to use and oh, she only wished that had been the case. How much longer was she going to be able to keep her secret? Her body was bound to betray her at some point -- right? After all. Her bigger shirts and sweaters were only going to keep things hidden for so much longer. Time was no longer on her side, she was running out of it.
“Does it look that horrible, Kurt?”
Rachel questioned. A hand instinctively dropped down to her stomach, rubbing over it some. She was hoping that he would take it as a sign of her simply being queasy. Perhaps from “ drinking, “ as he so put it. Not being able to help herself, she laughed some, attempting to derail the entire topic altogether.
Maybe if she had been lucky enough. Kurt would bypass it. Maybe. “Is that the welcome I get after being out of state for so long?” She had been gone, after all. Trying to run away from it all, attempting to hide from the source of it all. Still -- how much more running could she honestly do?