Glee - Handprints - 1/1 - R
Liesl giggled when the cool paint hit her nose. “Blair!” she squealed, trying to ward off the other girl’s hands. “We’re supposed to be painting the wall, not each other!”
Blair simply shrugged, tilting her head to the side and nudging her sloppy braid over one shoulder. Her hand was still extended, the end of her index finger covered in dark blue paint. “But it’s no fun if we don’t play around a little,” she replied.
Liesl tossed her head, flipping her hair. It was short enough that it didn’t really make a difference, but her bangs bounced on her forehead, so she was satisfied. “Be that as it may, if we don’t finished this soon, my dad won’t let you try to help anymore.”
“And then you’ll be stuck with Finn’s help, huh?”
“Yes,” Liesl sighed. “As much of a godsend he might be when it comes to the higher part, he’s a bit of a klutz and would ruin the carpet by knocking a can over or something.”
“Despite the tarps?”
Liesl snorted, dropping her roller into the pan. “Probably with the help of them.”
“Well,” Blair murmured, leaning in closer and smirking, “we can’t have that, can we?”
Liesl felt her face start to burn as she blushed. She and Blair had been flirting for weeks, but nothing had really happened between them. Rachel’s party had been, on one hand, devastating when Rachel decided to give being bi a try with Blair despite both of them knowing how Liesl felt about her, but also great because it had confirmed that Blair really was gay, which Liesl had been unsure about before. Thankfully Rachel decided she was one-hundred-percent straight and went back to pining after Finn once they all sobered up.
So when Blair reached up and swiped her left hand, covered in a sunny paint, across Liesl’s forehead, she screeched in surprise, moving back. “Blair!”
And suddenly, they were in a war. Liesl got green handprints up Blair’s arm, from wrist to shoulder, and found herself on the floor, Blair tickling her with blue and yellow fingers through the smock. Liesl was squealing, flinging her head from side to side in her laughter, when she tried to push Blair away.
They both froze when Liesl’s hands landed on Blair’s breasts. Liesl’s face grew more red, but she couldn’t get herself to move her hands. She was finally touching her most coveted desire and didn’t want to let go. She involuntarily squeezed, and finally pulled her hands away when Blair moaned.
“Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-”
She was cut short when Blair leaned in and kissed her. It was amazing.
After the shock wore off, which thankfully only took a few seconds, Liesl kissed back. Blair’s lips were softer than she had ever imagined. She tasted like cherries, and Liesl briefly recalled the chapstick Blair liked to use.
Blair had one hand on each side of Liesl’s face, and once she gathered the presence of mind to, Liesl took Blair’s face in her hands too. Liesl leaned back, pulled Blair to lie on top of her. She could feel the pain on their hands marking their faces, but she didn’t care just then. Later, when she showered and did her moisturizing routine, she would care. But just then, all she wanted was for Blair to be closer.
“Hey Lies?” Finn’s voice reached them, but before they could move, he was speaking again. “Where did you want-?”
He stopped short in her doorway, staring in at them, slightly slack-jawed.
“Finn!” Liesl shouted, trying to move. Blair grabbed her by the ass to keep her on the floor.
Finn blinked a few times before commenting. “I can’t decide if I should be grossed out because you’re my step-sister or turned on because you’re both girls.”
“How about try ‘get the fuck outta my room’!”
Finn turned tail and ran, looking over his shoulder at them again.
Liesl frowned up at Blair. “Can I get up now?”
“No. You’re right where I want you,” she answered, leaning in to nip at Liesl’s lips. “Finally.”
“Finally?” Liesl asked incredulously. “You’re the one that didn’t make it obvious you were gay. And the one that went out with Rachel Freaking Berry. And the one that-”
Blair shut her up with another kiss. Liesl went with it, planting her hands on Blair’s ass as well and rolling them over. Then she pulled away and looked down at Blair with a raised eyebrow.
“We’ve really got to finish this room.”
“But-”
“No buts,” Liesl said, holding up a finger to silence her. “My dad will kill us if he finds out.”
“Of course.” A few minutes later, as they happily painted Liesl’s new bedroom walls, teasingly shoving and laughing, Blair spoke up. “Of course, the hand prints on our asses and my boobs makes it pretty obvious, don’t you think?”