Kurt felt the sun on his face the sea breeze tickling his skin as he waited for her to take a little more time to process things. Some people did well with it, others didn't. Kurt never experienced any of this part of things about arriving on the island, on account of the fact he had a bullet in him and had nearly bled to death by the time he got here. He had spent many weeks unconscious in the hospital before he woke up, and even after that, it took awhile to recover before he had any clarity to understand anything of what was going on. It helped that Quinn had slowly and gradually eased him into it, with her visiting him every day in the hospital without fail. He had never quite been the same since she told him Blaine hadn't come here with him, though. In a way, he was glad he skipped it but many had told him since that they would have rathered this than his experience. At least this way, you had no choice but to deal. It was a sink or swim deal, really. Most people chose to swim and deal. Kurt, on the other hand, had never stopped flounder and only barely keeping his head above water without Blaine. Hopefully he would find it easier now Blaine had come. Hopefully they hadn't grown apart so much they could still function as a couple. It was a fear for him, to say the least.
Normally, information like that would probably have intrigued him back in the days before he was dead. These days, he was learning how much people could fuck up and it was why they ended up here in the first place. Not everyone fucked up, but everyone had some sort of baggage. Plus, you have sex with someone unprotected and you had a uterus, you could make babies. Never an issue he had to worry about. Just so long as it wasn't Blaine, he wasn't about to really judge her. "Is it Nick?" he soon asked her suspiciously. "Because if it is, he's very much taken here and very much not in daddy mode. Why do people never seem to remember what a condom is during a 'comfort thing'?" he did have to ask, though. He couldn't understand the concept, but how fucking hard was it for a het couple to wrap?
He had to give her a nod, though. "Unfortunately. If I can turn up with a bullet in me, you can turn up with a bun in the oven. McKinley people and Warblers are both here. There's probably no one the same to how you left them back home. Except maybe Jeff. He's the newest arrival and from right before I dropped dead. There's 'Cedes too, but she's from... from..." He stopped. She was from Blaine's death. It still crushed Kurt's heart. "Five years after that."
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Normally, information like that would probably have intrigued him back in the days before he was dead. These days, he was learning how much people could fuck up and it was why they ended up here in the first place. Not everyone fucked up, but everyone had some sort of baggage. Plus, you have sex with someone unprotected and you had a uterus, you could make babies. Never an issue he had to worry about. Just so long as it wasn't Blaine, he wasn't about to really judge her. "Is it Nick?" he soon asked her suspiciously. "Because if it is, he's very much taken here and very much not in daddy mode. Why do people never seem to remember what a condom is during a 'comfort thing'?" he did have to ask, though. He couldn't understand the concept, but how fucking hard was it for a het couple to wrap?
He had to give her a nod, though. "Unfortunately. If I can turn up with a bullet in me, you can turn up with a bun in the oven. McKinley people and Warblers are both here. There's probably no one the same to how you left them back home. Except maybe Jeff. He's the newest arrival and from right before I dropped dead. There's 'Cedes too, but she's from... from..." He stopped. She was from Blaine's death. It still crushed Kurt's heart. "Five years after that."