"Dude, his stuff. He's here, his stuff should have come," Mike said, referring to the handful of items from home every person seemed to have for them when they got here. He went out into the main area of their bungalow and started to look around, not surprised in he slightest when he found Blaine's leather letterman bag by their door that he used to have back in school. He picked it up and brought it back through while Puck continued to sit by Blaine on the bed, watching him so closely like he was expecting him to disappear again. Puck's posture was stiff and stressed. He was still trying to keep it together.
He set the bag down beside Puck and opened it up to see what Blaine had drawn with him. First thing he pulled out was the little stuffed Labrador Kurt had given Blaine in senior year. It was affectionately referred to as Margaret Thatcher dog, but Blaine had called it Dalton and now had a little bowtie of its own with bones on it. Mike gave a small, sad sigh as he gave the toy a soft squeeze and handed it to Puck for Blaine. An old, antique pocket watch was next, which must have been the one Blaine had the day Kurt met him. Mike remembered Kurt going on about how classy and hot it had been. "Dude," he said with a small laugh and tugged Blaine's infamous and well-loved pyjamas from the bag and tossed them at Puck too.
Next to come out was an item they all knew. Kurt's LIKES BOYS t-shirt. Fucking hell, how had Kurt survived two years without Blaine? It suddenly seemed like the most surreal occurrence to have happened. They were meant to be together. Two out of five of Blaine's items were already Kurt related. The final thing was a scrapbook and Mike sat down on the bed too to open it up, and he found it was a homage to Kurt and Blaine's entire relationship right up to their wedding way and starting with a picture of the spiral staircase at Dalton. There was numerous photos in there of the couple, little piece of memorabilia from their time together, even some pages of letters they wrote to each other during their brief break-up. Mike started to tear up, so he just close the book over and put it aside, glad that was one thing Blaine had brought with him. he gave Puck a companionable pat on the back. "You doing okay, dude?"
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He set the bag down beside Puck and opened it up to see what Blaine had drawn with him. First thing he pulled out was the little stuffed Labrador Kurt had given Blaine in senior year. It was affectionately referred to as Margaret Thatcher dog, but Blaine had called it Dalton and now had a little bowtie of its own with bones on it. Mike gave a small, sad sigh as he gave the toy a soft squeeze and handed it to Puck for Blaine. An old, antique pocket watch was next, which must have been the one Blaine had the day Kurt met him. Mike remembered Kurt going on about how classy and hot it had been. "Dude," he said with a small laugh and tugged Blaine's infamous and well-loved pyjamas from the bag and tossed them at Puck too.
Next to come out was an item they all knew. Kurt's LIKES BOYS t-shirt. Fucking hell, how had Kurt survived two years without Blaine? It suddenly seemed like the most surreal occurrence to have happened. They were meant to be together. Two out of five of Blaine's items were already Kurt related. The final thing was a scrapbook and Mike sat down on the bed too to open it up, and he found it was a homage to Kurt and Blaine's entire relationship right up to their wedding way and starting with a picture of the spiral staircase at Dalton. There was numerous photos in there of the couple, little piece of memorabilia from their time together, even some pages of letters they wrote to each other during their brief break-up. Mike started to tear up, so he just close the book over and put it aside, glad that was one thing Blaine had brought with him. he gave Puck a companionable pat on the back. "You doing okay, dude?"