It’s me but mini.
Anonymous asked: Carole letting Blaine think he got away with lying because she doesn't want to embarrass him.
Carole relished the days she got to head home early—they were few and far between. Her shift was supposed to end at 5 but she’d managed to get out of the hospital by 4:30 that day, and she was loving every extra minute of it. She pulled into the driveway, already daydreaming about the yoga pants and mug of tea in her future.
She noticed Kurt’s car in the driveway, much as it usually was. She thought nothing of it.
"Honey, I’m home!" Carole called when she came in, knowing that Kurt secretly loved the petnames. She padded up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom, which was in the opposite direction of Kurt’s room. She slid her door closed and shimmied out of her scrubs and into her comfy clothes. She opened her door again and came face to face with a very red-faced Blaine on his way out of the bathroom.
"Oh hey, Blaine honey," she said, giving him a smile. "I didn’t know you were here."
"Hey Carole," Blaine squeaked. Carole frowned, noticing suddenly the giant wet spot in the middle of Blaine’s polo shirt. Blaine was rubbing at it furiously with a hand towel. "Oh, what happened? Did you spill something on your shirt?"
"Uhhhhh, yes?" Blaine said, his hand stilling. "It was a—we were eating? I mean, not eating, that’s a terrible choice of words—"
Blaine’s face began to purple as he continued to stammer. Carole was many things; two of those things were the mother to two teenage boys and a nurse. She knew full well what was going on.
She was also genuinely fond of Blaine and had no desire to make him any more embarrassed than he already was.
"Oh that’s too bad," Carole said. "Looks like you’re doing the right thing for it."
"Yeah," Blaine said, a small laugh in his voice.
"Be more careful next time!" Carole said, her voice chipper.
"I will!" Blaine said, his face slowly returning to normal.
"Okay!" Carole said. "I’m gonna go watch some TV now."
"Okay!" Blaine said, waving with the towel. He looked very pleased with himself. "I’m gonna go—back to Kurt’s room."
Carole ran back downstairs and turned the TV on as loud as she could feasibly without making it obvious.