This whole thing was way too awkward. How could Jeff just sit here, talking to Nick like they were old friends, when only a few nights before, they'd been together in bed, post-coital and totally in love... only to fight like hell the next day and have everything turned upside down. Part of Jeff wondered if he was being punished for being such a dick to Nick about the marriage thing. But the punishment of having the person he loved right there in front of him, but as a different version of himself that had no clue that they'd ever been in love. It was taking every ounce of his concentration for Jeff not to just start crying and beg the island to take him back home to his Nick.
There were so many things he wanted to say, but to this Nick, they wouldn't mean the same thing, and they wouldn't fix the fact that this wasn't his Nick. This was Quinn's Nick. And fucked if Jeff had any idea how he was supposed to feel about that... About living in a world where the man he loved belonged to someone else after they'd been together all that time in Jeff's own world. It just fucking hurt.
"That's... I wish I could say that I was glad they got some justice, but that's not justice... That's three square meals a day and medical care when they need it, when Kurt couldn't get medical care he needed, and he freaking died... But I guess nobody asked me the proper punishment, huh?" Yes, there was a part of Jeff that was just fucking angry. Angry that Kurt had been taken from Blaine on their wedding day. Angry that there were still people in the world with enough hate in their heart that they would murder a man on the day he wed the love of his life. Angry that, even in this day and age, there were still people who were so backwards. "Everybody we cared about... They all fell apart without Kurt, didn't they?" he asked weakly. He couldn't help wondering if he and Nick were among the casualties of that godawful murder in their relationship or in the future they'd hoped to find together. "Well, yeah... I guess that's true. There's just... I can't believe I lived all this time that you don't know about... That you weren't even there for, even though you were there. It's kinda fucking with my head, you know?"
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There were so many things he wanted to say, but to this Nick, they wouldn't mean the same thing, and they wouldn't fix the fact that this wasn't his Nick. This was Quinn's Nick. And fucked if Jeff had any idea how he was supposed to feel about that... About living in a world where the man he loved belonged to someone else after they'd been together all that time in Jeff's own world. It just fucking hurt.
"That's... I wish I could say that I was glad they got some justice, but that's not justice... That's three square meals a day and medical care when they need it, when Kurt couldn't get medical care he needed, and he freaking died... But I guess nobody asked me the proper punishment, huh?" Yes, there was a part of Jeff that was just fucking angry. Angry that Kurt had been taken from Blaine on their wedding day. Angry that there were still people in the world with enough hate in their heart that they would murder a man on the day he wed the love of his life. Angry that, even in this day and age, there were still people who were so backwards. "Everybody we cared about... They all fell apart without Kurt, didn't they?" he asked weakly. He couldn't help wondering if he and Nick were among the casualties of that godawful murder in their relationship or in the future they'd hoped to find together. "Well, yeah... I guess that's true. There's just... I can't believe I lived all this time that you don't know about... That you weren't even there for, even though you were there. It's kinda fucking with my head, you know?"