“…Kurt?”
“What?” Kurt says from the kitchen, focusing on stirring his tea. He’s already made a habit out of not really listening to whatever Santana says — and she’s only been living with them for a few weeks.
“Is there a particular reason you have the Men of McKinley calendar hidden in your room and it’s still on January even in March?”
Kurt drops the spoon.
ficlet: item number 63
Kurt: Is sexting like a real thing that people do, or is it just some joke that I’m missing the punchline of.
Blaine: Hello to you, too.
Blaine: Nothing wrong with a little… literary stimulation.
Kurt: It seems silly. I used to watch Santana fire off these dirty texts in study hall while waiting for her topcoat to dry. It was like a joke to her.
Blaine: Well, that could have had more to do with her not being interested in who was on the other end of the line.
Kurt: True!
Blaine: Why do you ask?
Kurt: I don’t know, it felt like one of those… teenage experiences.
Blaine: Bucket list.
Kurt: Blaine!
Blaine: I’m right.
Kurt: Maybe. But just because I want to try something, it doesn’t mean it’s on my bucket list. Sometimes I just want to eat blueberry pancakes for dinner. It doesn’t mean it’s fulfilling a list obligation.
Blaine: What are you wearing?
Kurt: You saw me two hours ago, you know what I’m wearing.
Kurt: Oh.
When Blaine opens his inbox, the last thing he expects is a message from Cooper.
“I recommend oil for nude scenes, bro,” it says. “But I like your smooth tan. Did you try the place I recommended? Tiffany sprays like no one else.”
Blaine sighs and opens the next email.
“Also, did you get to keep those Christmas pants?”
@MrRPMurphy Come What MayI am just choosing to make up my own story for this picture because I don’t even care what the real deal is at this point, so…suffice it to say that in my head this turns out really well for both of them.
Yes, good. Happy to hear more about it.
I am thinking, basically, that this is a snapshot from that AU where they are international spies, like…Mr. and Mr. Smith! Except with less trying to kill each other and more slinking around casinos and fancy parties in tuxedos and dirty talking on radios and sending each other coded messages written on hotel stationary and secret rendezvous where they meet up between dangerous life-risking missions to have super-hot sex…
or WHAT IF like only Kurt was a spy and Blaine was a guy who met someone online and he’s a hopeless romantic and also trying to spice up his life so he agrees to go on a role-play date with this guy he’s never met (Sebastian) who tells him, ‘I’ll be the sexiest guy in the room, stud’ because he’s a bit full of himself and naturally Blaine gravitates to Kurt and Kurt thinks Blaine’s his contact because Blaine sort of goes all @__@ and says something silly like ‘I’ve been looking for you forever’ and that’s the line Kurt’s been waiting to hear and he gets all up in Blaine’s business, seductive-like, and is about to pass him a microdot or somethin and all of a sudden THE ENEMY!
and Kurt grabs Blaine’s hand and they flee and get shot at but the guns have silencers and Blaine doesn’t realize he thinks Kurt’s just super into the roleplay and it isn’t until later when Mercedes calls Kurt to ask him where the hell he is with her microdot and Kurt and Blaine are skirting around the edge of the hotel on a perilously thin ledge and Blaine is like, @___@ most romantic fantastic adventurous date EVER take that online-dating naysayers and Kurt’s like omg who is this adorable bumpkin I have accidentally put in mortal peril DODGE DODGE PERRY DODGE LEAP BLAINE JUMP IT’S OUR ONLY CHANCE!
and they escape but barely and Blaine’s like, okay can our next date just be a rental and takeout this is getting a little heavy for me but it turns out Kurt’s wounded, he was shot in the arm or something and Blaine’s all DDD: and Kurt’s like, I don’t mean to alarm you but I’m going to pass out now
and then they go to a hideout and have lots and lots of sex and then FLASHFORWARD Blaine joins the spy business and then FLASHFORWARD they’re both handsome and debonaire and have bits of gray hair and stuff and they roleplay a blind internet date at the same hotel for old-time’s sake ‘cause they’re totes retired and living a life of sex and luxury and luxurious sex and Sebastian’s there still trying to convince young men he meets on craigslist that he’s studly and Kurt and Blaine chuckle merrily and then make out the end
…well, all right.
Based on this post.
Blaine slung his bag over his shoulder, his eyes darting from the paper in his hand to the numbers on the wall next to doorways. He knew he should have paid more attention during his tour of NYADA, but Kurt had been texting him dirty things and he had been more than a little distracted…
He was finally feeling like he was heading in the right direction when suddenly a voice called out, “Hey, you!”
Blaine’s head jerked around reflexively, seeking whoever had yelled. A tall boy with shockingly red hair was grinning broadly at him, an equally tall boy with black hair standing awkwardly next to him. Blaine frowned. “Can I help you?”
“It’s you!” He smacked his friend’s arm. “Alex, I told you it was him!”
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Blaine asked, his frown deepening.
“You’re totally that dude who cried his way through a Katy Perry song last year at Callbacks!”
Blaine was pretty sure his entire body was red as he sputtered an excuse and hurried away. As he sank into his seat in his first class, he prayed that wasn’t going to be what he was known for for the next four years.
Judging by the whispers that followed him for the rest of the day, he was probably wrong.
to kurt, amortentia would smell like coffee with two sugar and one cream, it would smell like pine trees and the crisp morning air of a winter day, it would smell like cinnamon and winter.
and, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, it would always smell like that stupid raspberry hairgel.
to blaine, it would smell like clean laundry, the warm, dusty scent of a brightly-lit stage, hairspray, piano keys, and mocha.
imagine little kid Blaine with Nightbird-esque tendencies when he’s sad, like wrapping himself up in a tartan blanket and speaking in third person.
“Do you want some milk and cookies Blaine?”
“Blaine isn’t hungry.”
“We say ‘no thank you’ Blaine.”
“No thank you. Blaine isn’t hungry.”
glee fic: untitled AU coffee date (kurt/blaine, pg)
A follow-up to the first meeting, as I continue on thanks to more ideas given to me by Tracy. Wherein there are boys discussing very thought-provoking matters. :D 660~ words.
Their Breadstix date is quite the success, or so the happy buzzing remnants of their kiss informs Kurt’s senses. Blaine had almost melted when Kurt deepened it a touch, sucking in his top lip between his own lips, and Kurt needs to remember to do that again. Because there’s sure to be a later, no, a definite later because after he dropped Blaine off at Dalton (he’s boarding there! Oh he’s so darn cute) Blaine had immediately texted Kurt asking him out for coffee over the weekend.
Kurt waits all of the time it takes to pull off the road to answer heartedly yes. As in, with a heart. He might be a bit eager but Blaine’s answering heart makes him glad he didn’t second-guess himself.
Coffee goes even better, it seems like they can’t run out of the things to say to each other. Blaine is dedicated to performing, saying how he just really thinks the arts are the way into people’s hearts and Kurt is quite inclined to agree, adding that the praise doesn’t hurt either and Blaine laughingly admits that’s also true.
“I do love a good bask,” Kurt says, leaning back a touch, and if he’s already afterglow-y before they’ve even done anything particularly heated (they’d hugged upon meeting in the parking lot and Blaine had been ever the gentleman in offering his arm as he led Kurt into the Lima Bean), he has no idea how he’ll handle something as scandalous as a good mindless makeout session.
Short and inspired by this. :D
“Blaine if you don’t like my sign, then why don’t you go take it down?” Santana smirks as another customer stops to read her masterpiece.
i know its because kurt’s on skates so he’s even taller than usual but hEIGHT DIFFERENCE my brain is breaking *____________*
(disregarding that they’re broken up shh)
Kurt slides over on his skates to where Blaine is waiting for him at the side of the rink, circling around him before Blaine grabs his hips and pulls him close. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck to keep his balance, smiling down at him.
“Stop that,” Blaine says and looks up at him, a little pout on his lips.
Kurt furrows his brows. “Stop what?”
“I saw that smirk, you’re totally enjoying how short I am right now.” Blaine grins even as he says it, and Kurt’s smile breaks out more freely, his cold cheeks hurting with the stretch of it.
“Maybe I am,” Kurt muses, pulling up his neck straighter as Blaine makes to kiss him.
“Kurt,” Blaine whines and raises up on his tip-toes, tugging at the lapels of Kurt’s jacket. Kurt laughs before finally giving in, leaning down to kiss the tip of Blaine’s red nose.
Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt’s neck and tilts his head up, lips finally meeting Kurt’s, their breath hot between them even in the cold. Kurt smiles, hands resting securely at the small of Blaine’s back, steadying him as he still stands on his toes, and happily kisses him back.
