FACE TO FACE -- K.H. & B.A.
[The room was silent, save for the consistent thunk of the fan's blades as they whipped around above Blaine's bed. The boy in question had splayed himself across his comforter long before and had since neglected to move much beyond the gentle press of his fingertips to his phone's keyboard, tapping out messages to Kurt. With a sigh, he brought himself up on his elbows, looking around the room. On the whole, it was rather clean, but Blaine stood regardless and shoved shoes into closets, straightened curtains, pushed the power button on his television, standing back to watch the machine start up. Settling back on his bed, Blaine resumed his position, legs spread eagle with his arms stretched over his head, and closed his eyes to wait for Kurt.]