“Okay,” Gavin says and leans over Nouriel’s shoulder. “Come on, type it in.”
“But isn’t it… a bit… stalkerish?”
Gavin rolls his eyes. “It’s not like he’s going to find out. Come on.”
Nouriel bites his lips, but finally does as he’s told, and types ‘Kurt Hummel’ into Facebook’s search bar before hitting enter.
“Blaine, we have to go! What are you doing?”
“I put the rings in the nightstand — I just have to grab them and then we can leave,” Blaine says, grabbing the velvet pouch out of the drawer. He walks over to the bed and holds out a hand, pulling Kurt to his feet when he grabs it. “You have the license, right?”
“I do,” Kurt says happily. Blaine freezes as a huge grin spread across his face.
“Say that again,” he requests, his eyes shining.
Kurt lifts Blaine’s hand to his lips and kisses the empty spot on his fourth finger.
“I will,” he promises, his voice a little thick. “But right now, I believe we have somewhere to be.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Blaine mutters, lacing their fingers together and pulling Kurt out of the room, grabbing both of their coats on the way out. “I’m so excited, but our parents are going to kill us, you know that, right?”
“Probably,” Kurt agrees, glancing at Blaine as they step into the elevator. “Do you care?”
“Not even a little bit.”
As the elevator doors slide closed, Kurt captures Blaine’s lips in a kiss, the piped-in Christmas muzak making him giggle. Joy to the world, indeed.
Anonymous asked: PROMPT: AU: Kurt and Blaine meet speed dating - you have one sentence to wow me
He can’t believe he let Rachel talk him into doing this — it’s been the longest, most awkward night of his life and he’s barely been here for twenty minutes — so when the next guy sits down across from him, Kurt doesn’t even bother to look up from his game of Bejeweled when he gives the same opening line he’d used on the last three guys, which had resulted in two dick measurements (gross) and one unbearably pretentious literary quotation: “Okay, go, you have one sentence to impress me.”
“Your name’s Kurt, you’re a student at NYADA, your drink is a gin and tonic, and you absolutely brought the house down two nights ago singing karaoke at Pulse — which I happen to know because I was there, too — and I can’t believe you’re here right now, and I suffered through some very awkward conversations with five or six guys already waiting to get to you, and I’m really glad I did, although frankly, I think your opening line could use some work,” the guy says, and Kurt lifts his head.
Spies Like Us
Because I made a post about Kurt always being sent to spy.
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“Why are you being sent on this mission, exactly?”
“Tina and her brigade are making the costumes, Mike and Brittany are working on choreography,” Kurt began, ticking off each person on his fingers as he browsed through his closet for something appropriate. “Santana’s too loud, Sam would get lost, Artie and Puck stick out, Rachel can’t go for obvious reasons, Finn can’t go because he’ll punch Jesse again and get thrown in jail, and if you were caught you’d probably give them our setlist in apology.”
“Hey,” Blaine scowled from where he was sprawled on Kurt’s bed, lips falling into a pout. “I wouldn’t - not again.”
“You’re just not so great under pressure, honey,” Kurt smiled. “It’s ok. It’s good. I like it. I know when you’re lying. Ah,” he exclaimed softly, pulling a striped henley from the rack and tossing it onto the bed.
“And you’re a master spy?” Blaine asked, sitting up and straightening out the shirt, laying it on the pants Kurt had already retrieved.
“It worked out pretty well the last time,” Kurt shrugged, and Blaine could see him biting his lip to contain his smile.
“You were discovered within minutes and ended up defecting to the competition.” Blaine picked up the clothes when Kurt gestured to them with an absent grabby hand. He crossed to the mirror and held them in front of Kurt’s body, wrapping his arms around him in the process. “How was that a success?”
“Wellllllllll,” Kurt drawled. “I did manage to steal their featured soloist,” He tipped his head back to rest his temple against Blaine’s. “So, classy but low key enough for Carmel?”
“You’ll fit right in,” Blaine grinned, turning his head a little to press a kiss behind Kurt’s ear as he tightened his arms around him . “Just don’t let anyone show you any shortcuts.”
in which kurt and blaine are straight…or so they thought
It started out with a kiss.
It had started at Rachel Berry’s Trainwreck House Party Extravaganza.
Just a stupid twist of fate in which Kurt and Blaine had been selected to kiss during Spin The Bottle.
Everyone had laughed and cheered and edged them on and the two had rolled their eyes and gone for it.
The kiss…well, it was messy and sloppy because they were drunk, but that hadn’t stopped Blaine from clutching Kurt closer or Kurt from whimpering against Blaine’s lips.
“Becky, Blaine and I are gay, remember?”
“Never stopped me before!” Becky winked.
“No you don’t understand,” explained Kurt, “Blaine and I can’t have sex; this isn’t our own very special episode.”
Becky looked complexed.
“Me and Blaine can only kiss once a year. In fact, I should probably stop talking about this. I’m not even allowed to talk directly about sex…” Kurt looked troubled. “ME AND BLAINE ARE STICKING TO OUR SCHEDUALLED ‘MAKE OUT’ SESSIONS” he shouted to someone seemingly out of sight.
“That doesn’t sound very fair?” Becky sat on the bed next to Kurt.
“It’s not completely terrible. We can still be close to each other. Although, the distance between Blaine and myself has to be inversly proportional to the number of items of clothing we’re wearing which can get tough. When Blaine sang Fighter in the shower? I had to wait in Canada, just to get it past the censors!”
“Wow.” breathed Becky. “Makes me glad I’m not gay!”
“Oh, Becky. You’re a girl. I haven’t even gotten to how girls are treated.”
i’m just thinking about how kurt probably always thought he’d go for taller guys but then he quickly found that he loves that blaine is just a bit shorter than him and one of kurt’s favourite parts of it is when blaine snuggles close into his neck and just rests his lips right where they land before he starts kissing down until kurt’s neck turns into shoulder and blaine will mouth and suck and leave hickeys and kurt will try to seem annoyed and maybe whine a little but both of them knows he doesn’t really mean it so it always ends with kurt wrapping his arms around blaine’s shoulder and pulling him closer so blaine can mouth even lower down and leave marks where at least the collar of kurt’s shirt will cover it up *u*
Klaine post-prom headcanon:
They went back to their hotel room and fucked each other’s brains out, and Kurt finally, finally, got to fulfil his dream of running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair during sex.
did you know
that this polo shirt
and this sweater
are part of the same collection and were, in the four stores i checked out today, put side by side
now i’m just saying
either one got it for the other when getting his own item
or they were shopping together and while one was checking out the items of the collection (probably Blaine, they’re all chinos and polo shirts) he held out the other and went “hey, isn’t it nice? for you, not for me.”
