Sunday drabbles vol. 1
Okay, so here they are. Just two today, although I have another one on hold to finish for the next time. Different lengths, very different styles; angst and humor. It was fun :D Let me know what you think about my little writing exercises and thank you for all the prompts; I may still use the others later.
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SEX ON A STICK (prompt by punkkitten2113)
This was the worst idea ever. Freshman year, first big college party. Kurt wasn’t sure he wanted to go - he barely knew the guy who invited him. But he’d promised himself he’d be more adventurous, seize the day, once he’s in New York. So he went.
And look where it got me, he thought angrily. Okay, anger was good. Much better than panic. He attempted his best bitch face and steady voice as he looked up at the bulky guy pressing him against the wall in an empty kitchen.
“Let me go. I told you I’m not interested.”
The guy laughed lecherously, his face looming even closer.
“Oh come on, just a kiss. I know you want it.” He pressed closer still and Kurt felt himself slowly surrender to panic. The guy was hard. He was also tall, strong and very drunk. Kurt had already tried to break free from his tight embrace and flee - twice - but failed miserably. He could scream, but the pounding music in the adjoining room would surely drown any sound. And even if it didn’t, nearly everyone there was either completely drunk or stoned. Kurt wasn’t sure he was ready to risk a fist to the face for nothing.
The guy leaned closer, rolling his hips, and Kurt felt sick.
“You’re such a pretty little bitch. And in these tight pants… Just, sex on a stick.”
His lips were way too close and Kurt tried to back into the wall, but it remained unyielding. He felt paralyzed with fear, panic taking over his thoughts. He closed his eyes.
***Blaine wandered to the kitchen to find something non-alcoholic to drink before he left this sorry excuse of a party. His throat was dry and scratchy from all the smoke in the air - cigarettes and who knows what else. If this was what all college parties were like, he wouldn’t be a fan.
He didn’t drink - a couple of attempts in high school had proved he was prone to epically bad judgment even after a small amount of alcohol - so he just came here to dance and meet people. But well, not much of that here tonight.
The kitchen was empty save for a gay couple making out against the far wall. Blaine glanced curiously; the one pressed to the wall was possibly the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. Blaine didn’t want to leer, but he couldn’t take his eyes off him, just a second longer… Maybe two.
That’s when he noticed. The boy’s tightly squeezed eyes, the intense look on that elfin face not desire, but fear. The taller guy’s hands were gripping his biceps, lips hovering ever lower.
Blaine didn’t even think. If he did, his reason might have something to say about the size of the guy and his evident drunk state, and how courage was often just a nicer name for stupidity. Before it could happen, Blaine straightened up to look confident and approached the couple, stepping intentionally loud.
***“Oh, there you are!” Kurt’s eyes snapped open. A dark-haired boy was reaching to take his hand, his eyes sober and warm. “I’ve been looking for you forever! Come on, let’s go already.”
Without thinking, Kurt grabbed the hand and let himself be pulled away from his stunned attacker. His… savior? slid his arm around Kurt’s waist as if he did it every day. “I've had enough for tonight, haven't you?”
The fresh autumn air never smelled better than when they went out the back door. Once there, the stranger let Kurt go immediately. When they faced each other on the brightly lit street, his eyes were the most beautiful amber and Kurt felt something in him stir. The boy smiled.
“I’m sorry, it looked like you needed help.”
“I did. Thank you.” Kurt’s voice still quivered.
“My name is Blaine.” The boy extended his hand.
“Kurt.”
“Nice to meet you, Kurt. Coffee?”
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BUNNY (prompt by vodniq)
“Hello, bunny. How’s your head? What would you like for breakfast?”
“Oh god Blaine, not so loud, please. Coffee and Advil.”
“Coffee, toast and Advil it is then.”
“Yuck.”
“Bunny, you know you shouldn’t take meds on an empty stomach.”
“Maybe, but my stomach doesn’t know it. Why are you calling me bunny?”
“Because you remind me of one.”
“How? I’m not fluffy, bouncy and I don’t have long ears. And why are you so amused so early in the… oops, afternoon?”
“Kurt, how much do you remember about last night?”
“There was a party. And alcohol. Way too much alcohol.”
“What else?”
“Dancing on a table, I think. And a taxi?”
“Is that all?”
“Um. There may have been sex, but I’m not sure. Was there sex? Blaine? Damn it, why are you laughing like a hyena? Oh god my head.”
“You really don’t remember.”
“What? What should I remember? Did I do something? Now you’re freaking me out, Blaine. What the hell did I do?”
“No, no, it’s nothing bad, bunny, I swear. I just learned something new about you last night. Who would have thought, after all these years.”
“What?”
“That after big enough amount of alcohol you’re really into it. Like, really. We had sex three times last night. And you wanted more, only I demanded sleep.”
“Three times???”
“Yup. Told you. Like a Duracell bunny.”
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SEX ON A STICK (prompt by punkkitten2113)
This was the worst idea ever. Freshman year, first big college party. Kurt wasn’t sure he wanted to go - he barely knew the guy who invited him. But he’d promised himself he’d be more adventurous, seize the day, once he’s in New York. So he went.
And look where it got me, he thought angrily. Okay, anger was good. Much better than panic. He attempted his best bitch face and steady voice as he looked up at the bulky guy pressing him against the wall in an empty kitchen.
“Let me go. I told you I’m not interested.”
The guy laughed lecherously, his face looming even closer.
“Oh come on, just a kiss. I know you want it.” He pressed closer still and Kurt felt himself slowly surrender to panic. The guy was hard. He was also tall, strong and very drunk. Kurt had already tried to break free from his tight embrace and flee - twice - but failed miserably. He could scream, but the pounding music in the adjoining room would surely drown any sound. And even if it didn’t, nearly everyone there was either completely drunk or stoned. Kurt wasn’t sure he was ready to risk a fist to the face for nothing.
The guy leaned closer, rolling his hips, and Kurt felt sick.
“You’re such a pretty little bitch. And in these tight pants… Just, sex on a stick.”
His lips were way too close and Kurt tried to back into the wall, but it remained unyielding. He felt paralyzed with fear, panic taking over his thoughts. He closed his eyes.
***Blaine wandered to the kitchen to find something non-alcoholic to drink before he left this sorry excuse of a party. His throat was dry and scratchy from all the smoke in the air - cigarettes and who knows what else. If this was what all college parties were like, he wouldn’t be a fan.
He didn’t drink - a couple of attempts in high school had proved he was prone to epically bad judgment even after a small amount of alcohol - so he just came here to dance and meet people. But well, not much of that here tonight.
The kitchen was empty save for a gay couple making out against the far wall. Blaine glanced curiously; the one pressed to the wall was possibly the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. Blaine didn’t want to leer, but he couldn’t take his eyes off him, just a second longer… Maybe two.
That’s when he noticed. The boy’s tightly squeezed eyes, the intense look on that elfin face not desire, but fear. The taller guy’s hands were gripping his biceps, lips hovering ever lower.
Blaine didn’t even think. If he did, his reason might have something to say about the size of the guy and his evident drunk state, and how courage was often just a nicer name for stupidity. Before it could happen, Blaine straightened up to look confident and approached the couple, stepping intentionally loud.
***“Oh, there you are!” Kurt’s eyes snapped open. A dark-haired boy was reaching to take his hand, his eyes sober and warm. “I’ve been looking for you forever! Come on, let’s go already.”
Without thinking, Kurt grabbed the hand and let himself be pulled away from his stunned attacker. His… savior? slid his arm around Kurt’s waist as if he did it every day. “I've had enough for tonight, haven't you?”
The fresh autumn air never smelled better than when they went out the back door. Once there, the stranger let Kurt go immediately. When they faced each other on the brightly lit street, his eyes were the most beautiful amber and Kurt felt something in him stir. The boy smiled.
“I’m sorry, it looked like you needed help.”
“I did. Thank you.” Kurt’s voice still quivered.
“My name is Blaine.” The boy extended his hand.
“Kurt.”
“Nice to meet you, Kurt. Coffee?”
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BUNNY (prompt by vodniq)
“Hello, bunny. How’s your head? What would you like for breakfast?”
“Oh god Blaine, not so loud, please. Coffee and Advil.”
“Coffee, toast and Advil it is then.”
“Yuck.”
“Bunny, you know you shouldn’t take meds on an empty stomach.”
“Maybe, but my stomach doesn’t know it. Why are you calling me bunny?”
“Because you remind me of one.”
“How? I’m not fluffy, bouncy and I don’t have long ears. And why are you so amused so early in the… oops, afternoon?”
“Kurt, how much do you remember about last night?”
“There was a party. And alcohol. Way too much alcohol.”
“What else?”
“Dancing on a table, I think. And a taxi?”
“Is that all?”
“Um. There may have been sex, but I’m not sure. Was there sex? Blaine? Damn it, why are you laughing like a hyena? Oh god my head.”
“You really don’t remember.”
“What? What should I remember? Did I do something? Now you’re freaking me out, Blaine. What the hell did I do?”
“No, no, it’s nothing bad, bunny, I swear. I just learned something new about you last night. Who would have thought, after all these years.”
“What?”
“That after big enough amount of alcohol you’re really into it. Like, really. We had sex three times last night. And you wanted more, only I demanded sleep.”
“Three times???”
“Yup. Told you. Like a Duracell bunny.”