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[TEXT] to Nick Matheson
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woman_or_a_girlI have fantastic news, love... But before I go there, is it okay if I stay over at your place tonight?
woman_or_a_girlwarble_on_jeffWho: Jeff Hinton and Nick Matheson
Where: The beach
Time of Day: Late afternoon/early evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Jeff couldn't say that Kurt didn't warn him that Nick here wasn't the same Nick he knew. He couldn't say that he didn't realize that might mean that Nick wouldn't remember that they had been a couple. And honestly, he couldn't even say that there wasn't a part of him that wondered if Nick had found someone new on the island. But there was that optimistic part of Jeff that hoped that maybe his boyfriend had waited for him. That was until he and Kurt had come across Nick and Quinn kissing not far off the beach. For a moment, it was so surreal that Jeff hadn't known what to say, but he'd stood there gawking, in complete shock for a bit longer than he should've, before turning to Kurt and asking him to get him to wherever the fuck he was supposed to be going.
That night, once checked into his room, Jeff had honestly gone to pieces. It was too much. Too much to see the love of his life in someone else's arms, holding them, looking so... happy with them. But for it to not only be someone else, but someone who was a friend in the real world. Someone they both cared about as Kurt's best friend and hag. And then there was the whole added fact that Kurt was fucking dead, and had died on his wedding day... Fucking murdered on his wedding day. Who the fuck would be so evil as to kill someone on the happiest day of their life?
It had been a day or two of just hiding in his room before Jeff had finally come out of his shell to go back down to the beach, needing more than anything just to have some peace and quiet. As he sat on the beach, quietly watching the waves with his arms crossed and resting on his knees, Jeff spotted Nick a little way down the beach. Not all that far away, but he was focused on a drawing he was working on. The blonde's first reaction was to just go away... Just go back to his room and hide away again, but as long as they were both on this island, he needed to face Nick. And sooner rather than later would be best.
So with a deep breath to strengthen his resolve, Jeff rose from the sand, dusting off his shorts, before walking over to Nick. "Hi, Nicky," he said softly, trying to keep his voice from quivering.
Where: The beach
Time of Day: Late afternoon/early evening
Open or Closed: Closed
Jeff couldn't say that Kurt didn't warn him that Nick here wasn't the same Nick he knew. He couldn't say that he didn't realize that might mean that Nick wouldn't remember that they had been a couple. And honestly, he couldn't even say that there wasn't a part of him that wondered if Nick had found someone new on the island. But there was that optimistic part of Jeff that hoped that maybe his boyfriend had waited for him. That was until he and Kurt had come across Nick and Quinn kissing not far off the beach. For a moment, it was so surreal that Jeff hadn't known what to say, but he'd stood there gawking, in complete shock for a bit longer than he should've, before turning to Kurt and asking him to get him to wherever the fuck he was supposed to be going.
That night, once checked into his room, Jeff had honestly gone to pieces. It was too much. Too much to see the love of his life in someone else's arms, holding them, looking so... happy with them. But for it to not only be someone else, but someone who was a friend in the real world. Someone they both cared about as Kurt's best friend and hag. And then there was the whole added fact that Kurt was fucking dead, and had died on his wedding day... Fucking murdered on his wedding day. Who the fuck would be so evil as to kill someone on the happiest day of their life?
It had been a day or two of just hiding in his room before Jeff had finally come out of his shell to go back down to the beach, needing more than anything just to have some peace and quiet. As he sat on the beach, quietly watching the waves with his arms crossed and resting on his knees, Jeff spotted Nick a little way down the beach. Not all that far away, but he was focused on a drawing he was working on. The blonde's first reaction was to just go away... Just go back to his room and hide away again, but as long as they were both on this island, he needed to face Nick. And sooner rather than later would be best.
So with a deep breath to strengthen his resolve, Jeff rose from the sand, dusting off his shorts, before walking over to Nick. "Hi, Nicky," he said softly, trying to keep his voice from quivering.
warble_on_jeffWho? Jeff Hinton and Kurt Hummel
Where? The beach
Time of Day: Late afternoon
Open or Closed: CLOSED
The fact that Kurt and Blaine were getting married this weekend was a fact that Jeff was thrilled about. It was no question that his friends were well deserving of finally getting their happy ending with their gorgeous wedding. They'd fought so hard together for acceptance and a fair shot, and here they were, within a week of what was sure to be the happiest day of their life, and Jeff couldn't have been happier for them.
The joy for his friends, however, didn't mean that he was ready for himself and his other half to put a ring on it just yet. Of course he was crazy about Nick. Absolutely crazy about him. In fact, he was sure that one day, when they were a little older, they'd settle down themselves to the married life. But that sure as hell didn't mean right this minute, and Jeff couldn't for the life of him understand why the fuck this was suddenly such a big deal to Nick. They'd always had a bit more of a free spirited way of looking at life. No, that didn't mean that they were willing to share with other people by any means. But it did mean that their lives weren't as "normal" as some of their friends' lives, and Jeff loved that part of things. He loved that it was nothing for them to just decide to go travel for a week or two when they both could get time off work. Something about the concept of being married negated that side of things in Jeff's mind, and it was that particular concern that had him staring at Nick in shock when he asked him what he thought about their getting married.
What had ensued had been a hell of a fight, which, when it was over and done with, Jeff would wonder about. He and Nick very rarely fought in general, and they fact that they were, and badly, had Jeff worried. Unfortunately, when worry mixed with other emotions in his mind, it just came out as more hurt, anger, and irritation. And as it got worse and intensified, Jeff knew they were both saying hurtful things... Things that weren't quite like them, and things that they would apologize for later. And when the fight finally escalated to the point that Jeff knew he was out of line, and Nick was just trying to save face, suddenly, Jeff and Nick's living room disappeared, and with it, Nick himself.
The sound of waves washing over the shore quickly replaced the sound of Nick swearing in Italian, and Jeff's dark eyes showed about ninety different levels of shocked. That wasn't one of those nature sounds CDs that Nick listened to sometimes when he was painting. That was really and legitimately the sounds of waves on the shore. But the shore of what? Where the fuck was he?
And more importantly? Where the fuck was Nick?
Holding his hand up to shade his eyes from the sun, Jeff looked around in an utter panic, before calming down, if only momentarily. This had to be a dream, right? Just a really vivid dream? Jeff had serious ADHD, and maybe it had set up camp in his REM sleep. That had to be it. Because there was no other explanation to the fact that Jeff had been standing in his living room, yelling at the love of his life, and now he was standing on a beach that looked like something out of a movie.
Where? The beach
Time of Day: Late afternoon
Open or Closed: CLOSED
The fact that Kurt and Blaine were getting married this weekend was a fact that Jeff was thrilled about. It was no question that his friends were well deserving of finally getting their happy ending with their gorgeous wedding. They'd fought so hard together for acceptance and a fair shot, and here they were, within a week of what was sure to be the happiest day of their life, and Jeff couldn't have been happier for them.
The joy for his friends, however, didn't mean that he was ready for himself and his other half to put a ring on it just yet. Of course he was crazy about Nick. Absolutely crazy about him. In fact, he was sure that one day, when they were a little older, they'd settle down themselves to the married life. But that sure as hell didn't mean right this minute, and Jeff couldn't for the life of him understand why the fuck this was suddenly such a big deal to Nick. They'd always had a bit more of a free spirited way of looking at life. No, that didn't mean that they were willing to share with other people by any means. But it did mean that their lives weren't as "normal" as some of their friends' lives, and Jeff loved that part of things. He loved that it was nothing for them to just decide to go travel for a week or two when they both could get time off work. Something about the concept of being married negated that side of things in Jeff's mind, and it was that particular concern that had him staring at Nick in shock when he asked him what he thought about their getting married.
What had ensued had been a hell of a fight, which, when it was over and done with, Jeff would wonder about. He and Nick very rarely fought in general, and they fact that they were, and badly, had Jeff worried. Unfortunately, when worry mixed with other emotions in his mind, it just came out as more hurt, anger, and irritation. And as it got worse and intensified, Jeff knew they were both saying hurtful things... Things that weren't quite like them, and things that they would apologize for later. And when the fight finally escalated to the point that Jeff knew he was out of line, and Nick was just trying to save face, suddenly, Jeff and Nick's living room disappeared, and with it, Nick himself.
The sound of waves washing over the shore quickly replaced the sound of Nick swearing in Italian, and Jeff's dark eyes showed about ninety different levels of shocked. That wasn't one of those nature sounds CDs that Nick listened to sometimes when he was painting. That was really and legitimately the sounds of waves on the shore. But the shore of what? Where the fuck was he?
And more importantly? Where the fuck was Nick?
Holding his hand up to shade his eyes from the sun, Jeff looked around in an utter panic, before calming down, if only momentarily. This had to be a dream, right? Just a really vivid dream? Jeff had serious ADHD, and maybe it had set up camp in his REM sleep. That had to be it. Because there was no other explanation to the fact that Jeff had been standing in his living room, yelling at the love of his life, and now he was standing on a beach that looked like something out of a movie.