Literature
I Can't Bear, Final Part
They sat together in the cafe, Blaine absentmindedly massaging the bruise on the back of his head. "Kurt, I don't remember anything."
Kurt sighed. "That's generally what happens when someone slips you a roofie."
"Then why won't you tell me?"
Kurt had been skirting around the issue for almost twenty minutes now, which was quite a feat considering that was what their coffee date was about.
"Maybe it's just better if you don't know, Blaine."
Blaine slammed his drink down a little harder than he meant to, wincing when hot coffee sloshed over the side and dripped on his hand. "Damn it, Kurt!" He leaned forward, eyes pleading. "I have a right