FIC: GLEE: Blaine/Kurt - Liar, Liar - (PG-13) - 1/1
Title: Liar, Liar
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,000
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt
Summary: Blaine tells a lie, and Kurt loves his boyfriend, even if he can be a bit overprotective.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of these characters. I simply dabble in this toybox.
As the party winded down, people either getting dragged home by their designated drivers or falling asleep wherever there was room to pass out, Kurt found his way to Blaine. His boyfriend was sitting out back on a bench swing, a beer bottle wedged between his thighs.
"Hey," Kurt said, sitting down close enough to Blaine that their shoulders brushed.
"Hey, you," he responded, head still bowed, but offering up a soft smile as he looked up at Kurt from under his eyelashes. "What time is it?" he asked, showing off his naked wrist. He'd left his watch back at his dorm, most likely to keep from damaging it at the party. It had been a graduation present from Kurt's father, and Blaine normally wore it everywhere.
"Little after two, I think?" Kurt shrugged. There was silence, and then, "Blaine?"
"Hm?" Blaine leaned into Kurt to gently bump shoulders with him.
"Why did you lie?" Kurt plucked the beer bottle from Blaine's lap, fingers wrapped around the rim of the bottle. He transferred the bottle to his other hand and took a dainty sip, grimacing at the taste.
"Lie about-" Blaine cut himself off to stare at Kurt in confusion, "-lie about what? Darling, you don't even like good beer," he said, pulling the bottom of the bottle down.
"Sucky beer isn't as bad as the good stuff," Kurt protested, but handed Blaine the bottle back anyway. "But it's warm."
"I'm so sorry," Blaine teased, smiling right up in Kurt's face. "Next time I'll be sure to keep my sucky beer nice and cold for you and your thieving ways."
Kurt chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Blaine, loving everything about this man in that moment, even the things that irritated him or sometimes made him question how he ever fell in love with him in the first place. Like the fact that he drank beer and actually liked it.
Blaine kissed back beautifully, drawing a leg up onto the bench to kneel, pushing himself up a few inches higher than Kurt, and pressed his mouth down into Kurt's. He tipped Kurt's head back, making soft, happy noises against his lips when Kurt lifted a hand to the back of Blaine's neck, holding him in place.
When they finally parted, Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt's, sharing each other's breath.
"What did I lie about?" Blaine asked, clearly distracted. His nose nudged Kurt's, and he kissed the edge of Kurt's mouth sweetly before pulling back, slowly sitting himself back down. Kurt could tell Blaine didn't want to move away from him, but Blaine never shied away from having a serious conversation.
That was something Kurt still wasn't sure if he loved or hated about Blaine. He loved that they always tried to be honest with each other, but Kurt thought it would be nice if sometimes Blaine could be distracted from the serious for a few minutes, or would try to distract Kurt.
Sometimes distractions could be fun.
"Earlier, when the guys were drunk and asking us about our sex life."
"Oh," Blaine said, nodding, "you mean when they were being jerks."
"Like I said." Kurt smiled. "Drunk." Kurt found it impossibly cute of Blaine that his boyfriend still tended to shy away from swearing for the most part. Kurt would have said they were fucking assholes, but Blaine somehow managed to call someone a jerk with all the venom of someone spewing obscenities.
Blaine shrugged, toying with the label of the beer bottle, picking at the sticker with a fingernail.
"I just thought it was stupid, you know? They think that if you're on the bottom in sex, there's something wrong with you. That you're lowering yourself or whatever, because they think it makes you like a girl or something."
Blaine had that pouty, disgusted look on his face that looked too ridiculous to take completely seriously, but he'd never grown out of. Kurt privately hoped he never would.
"Like as if there's something wrong with being a girl. Screw them. I don't know how the heck they get laid when they think so little of the people they're having sex with."
"Blaine," Kurt tried, putting a hand over Blaine's.
"It's just completely offensive. They think it's something shameful, or embarrassing. And it's not."
"I know it's not," Kurt said, unable to hold back a smile, despite Blaine's irritation and hurt.
"If it was, I wouldn't want you to do it. I wouldn't," he said, looking Kurt right in the eye, jaw set firm and his eyes sad. "I don't care if they think less of me for it, but I don't want you to have to put up with it. So I lied and said that I'm on the bottom, because they're nosy, intrusive jerks, and I wanted them to shut up."
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt sighed. "They're always going to think less of me. They're assholes. I don't even have to open my mouth for them to decide that I'm a big old flaming queer. It's like it's branded on my forehead or something. And they're going to keep on thinking there's something wrong with me for it."
"I just think it's stupid. It is stupid." Blaine paused. "I like what we do. I like how much you like it when I hold you down. I like being inside of you, and I like watching you fall apart because of it. I love you, Kurt. And I can't stand that they think-"
"I love you, too," Kurt said, cutting him off before he could say anything further. "And those assholes can think whatever they want to think. They're idiots, remember?"
Blaine nodded. "Besides, who the hell are they to say a man shouldn't take it? I'd like to see them routinely have something shoved up their butt and still go about their day normally. That's a real man."
Kurt giggled, unable to hold it back. "Oh, boy. How much have you had to drink?"
Blaine, embarrassed, wordlessly held up his half-empty bottle of beer.
"Ohhhkay," Kurt laughed, dragging the word out. "That's it, I'm cutting you off." Laughing at Blaine, Kurt tried to steal the bottle away from him, but Blaine held it out of reach, forcing Kurt to press his body up against Blaine's.
There was a brief, playful struggle, and Blaine dropped the bottle to the ground. It clinked and spilled out over the cement.
With Kurt lying across Blaine, neither of them really noticed, and they definitely didn't care.
Notes: LOL I SHOULD CALL MYSELF PREACHY MCPREACHERPANTS AFTER THIS. Whatevs. The only thing I hate more than people who pointlessly ascribe outdated gender roles to people in couples is people who act like it's offensive to be labeled as female or feminine or 'the girl'. Way to combat homophobia with misogyny, y'all!
/That awkward moment when you write a fic but refuse to post it to a community, because you don't want to deal with people. lmao You know you love a pairing/fandom when you write fic for no one but yourself. ♥ Changed my mind!
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,000
Spoilers: None
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt
Summary: Blaine tells a lie, and Kurt loves his boyfriend, even if he can be a bit overprotective.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of these characters. I simply dabble in this toybox.
As the party winded down, people either getting dragged home by their designated drivers or falling asleep wherever there was room to pass out, Kurt found his way to Blaine. His boyfriend was sitting out back on a bench swing, a beer bottle wedged between his thighs.
"Hey," Kurt said, sitting down close enough to Blaine that their shoulders brushed.
"Hey, you," he responded, head still bowed, but offering up a soft smile as he looked up at Kurt from under his eyelashes. "What time is it?" he asked, showing off his naked wrist. He'd left his watch back at his dorm, most likely to keep from damaging it at the party. It had been a graduation present from Kurt's father, and Blaine normally wore it everywhere.
"Little after two, I think?" Kurt shrugged. There was silence, and then, "Blaine?"
"Hm?" Blaine leaned into Kurt to gently bump shoulders with him.
"Why did you lie?" Kurt plucked the beer bottle from Blaine's lap, fingers wrapped around the rim of the bottle. He transferred the bottle to his other hand and took a dainty sip, grimacing at the taste.
"Lie about-" Blaine cut himself off to stare at Kurt in confusion, "-lie about what? Darling, you don't even like good beer," he said, pulling the bottom of the bottle down.
"Sucky beer isn't as bad as the good stuff," Kurt protested, but handed Blaine the bottle back anyway. "But it's warm."
"I'm so sorry," Blaine teased, smiling right up in Kurt's face. "Next time I'll be sure to keep my sucky beer nice and cold for you and your thieving ways."
Kurt chuckled, leaning forward to kiss Blaine, loving everything about this man in that moment, even the things that irritated him or sometimes made him question how he ever fell in love with him in the first place. Like the fact that he drank beer and actually liked it.
Blaine kissed back beautifully, drawing a leg up onto the bench to kneel, pushing himself up a few inches higher than Kurt, and pressed his mouth down into Kurt's. He tipped Kurt's head back, making soft, happy noises against his lips when Kurt lifted a hand to the back of Blaine's neck, holding him in place.
When they finally parted, Blaine rested his forehead against Kurt's, sharing each other's breath.
"What did I lie about?" Blaine asked, clearly distracted. His nose nudged Kurt's, and he kissed the edge of Kurt's mouth sweetly before pulling back, slowly sitting himself back down. Kurt could tell Blaine didn't want to move away from him, but Blaine never shied away from having a serious conversation.
That was something Kurt still wasn't sure if he loved or hated about Blaine. He loved that they always tried to be honest with each other, but Kurt thought it would be nice if sometimes Blaine could be distracted from the serious for a few minutes, or would try to distract Kurt.
Sometimes distractions could be fun.
"Earlier, when the guys were drunk and asking us about our sex life."
"Oh," Blaine said, nodding, "you mean when they were being jerks."
"Like I said." Kurt smiled. "Drunk." Kurt found it impossibly cute of Blaine that his boyfriend still tended to shy away from swearing for the most part. Kurt would have said they were fucking assholes, but Blaine somehow managed to call someone a jerk with all the venom of someone spewing obscenities.
Blaine shrugged, toying with the label of the beer bottle, picking at the sticker with a fingernail.
"I just thought it was stupid, you know? They think that if you're on the bottom in sex, there's something wrong with you. That you're lowering yourself or whatever, because they think it makes you like a girl or something."
Blaine had that pouty, disgusted look on his face that looked too ridiculous to take completely seriously, but he'd never grown out of. Kurt privately hoped he never would.
"Like as if there's something wrong with being a girl. Screw them. I don't know how the heck they get laid when they think so little of the people they're having sex with."
"Blaine," Kurt tried, putting a hand over Blaine's.
"It's just completely offensive. They think it's something shameful, or embarrassing. And it's not."
"I know it's not," Kurt said, unable to hold back a smile, despite Blaine's irritation and hurt.
"If it was, I wouldn't want you to do it. I wouldn't," he said, looking Kurt right in the eye, jaw set firm and his eyes sad. "I don't care if they think less of me for it, but I don't want you to have to put up with it. So I lied and said that I'm on the bottom, because they're nosy, intrusive jerks, and I wanted them to shut up."
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt sighed. "They're always going to think less of me. They're assholes. I don't even have to open my mouth for them to decide that I'm a big old flaming queer. It's like it's branded on my forehead or something. And they're going to keep on thinking there's something wrong with me for it."
"I just think it's stupid. It is stupid." Blaine paused. "I like what we do. I like how much you like it when I hold you down. I like being inside of you, and I like watching you fall apart because of it. I love you, Kurt. And I can't stand that they think-"
"I love you, too," Kurt said, cutting him off before he could say anything further. "And those assholes can think whatever they want to think. They're idiots, remember?"
Blaine nodded. "Besides, who the hell are they to say a man shouldn't take it? I'd like to see them routinely have something shoved up their butt and still go about their day normally. That's a real man."
Kurt giggled, unable to hold it back. "Oh, boy. How much have you had to drink?"
Blaine, embarrassed, wordlessly held up his half-empty bottle of beer.
"Ohhhkay," Kurt laughed, dragging the word out. "That's it, I'm cutting you off." Laughing at Blaine, Kurt tried to steal the bottle away from him, but Blaine held it out of reach, forcing Kurt to press his body up against Blaine's.
There was a brief, playful struggle, and Blaine dropped the bottle to the ground. It clinked and spilled out over the cement.
With Kurt lying across Blaine, neither of them really noticed, and they definitely didn't care.
Notes: LOL I SHOULD CALL MYSELF PREACHY MCPREACHERPANTS AFTER THIS. Whatevs. The only thing I hate more than people who pointlessly ascribe outdated gender roles to people in couples is people who act like it's offensive to be labeled as female or feminine or 'the girl'. Way to combat homophobia with misogyny, y'all!
/That awkward moment when you write a fic but refuse to post it to a community, because you don't want to deal with people. lmao You know you love a pairing/fandom when you write fic for no one but yourself. ♥ Changed my mind!