Fic: Triple Threat [1/1]
Media: Fic
Title: Triple Threat
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Excessive amounts of cuddling. Kublam.
Word Count: 409
Summary: Sam likes Avatar. Blaine likes Avatar. Kurt...likes Blaine.
AN: Someone on tumblr mapped this out and then this happened. I am the Kublam Cuddles fairy, apparently. XD
Kurt should have guessed that his boyfriend loved Avatar. It just… That is the way fate would work out for him. And of course he fanboyed to Kurt at his locker about some special edition release of the DVD with some secret or something that he had bought. And of course Sam overheard and then joined in the fanboying and well…
That is how he ended up on the couch of the new houses’ basement with Blaine and Sam next to him, quoting over just about every line of dialogue. The movie pulls on and the night gets later and the excited, bubbly boys next to him get calmer. It’s not long before Blaine is pressed against Kurt’s side, nuzzling against his chest. And Sam proves to, once more, surprise Kurt and easily stretches out, his legs dropping behind the backs of both boyfriends.
The movie ends in its dramatic whirl and Kurt flicks the television on, putting SNL to play unobserved. Because Blaine has shifted so that his head is in Kurt’s lap, one hand curled around Kurt’s leg with its fingers stroking nonsense patterns into his skinny jeans. And Sam has draped himself against the far armrest with his hands tossed above his head sleepily, tugging the tee shirt up so that it reveals a strip of abs. The muscles there twitch as the blonde wiggles his toes into Kurt’s side, drawing a smatter of giggles from him.
“Stop,” he hums, swatting at Sam’s hip with the hand not stroking through Blaine’s curls. Sam laughs softly, drowsily and only does it again. Kurt makes an aggravated noise and so Blaine tucks his toes in, jabbing at Sam’s side in retaliation. He jerks at the touch and gives Blaine’s calf a light shove.
Half an hour later and the skits are wearing thin. Blaine is half-asleep in Kurt’s lap, lulled there by the steady rhythm of Kurt’s fingertips over his scalp. Sam’s hand has absently found Blaine’s ankle and is circling it lightly, nudging the hem of Blaine’s pants up. And then Sam’s toes dig into Kurt’s side unexpectedly and Kurt gives a slight shriek, upsetting Blaine momentarily. He whines unhappily before pressing Kurt back down and retaking his space. Sam chuckles and shakes his head, settling down again too.
When Burt slumps down the stairs not quite an hour later, he’s not sure what to do with the three boys curled around each other, all fast asleep.
Title: Triple Threat
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Excessive amounts of cuddling. Kublam.
Word Count: 409
Summary: Sam likes Avatar. Blaine likes Avatar. Kurt...likes Blaine.
AN: Someone on tumblr mapped this out and then this happened. I am the Kublam Cuddles fairy, apparently. XD
Kurt should have guessed that his boyfriend loved Avatar. It just… That is the way fate would work out for him. And of course he fanboyed to Kurt at his locker about some special edition release of the DVD with some secret or something that he had bought. And of course Sam overheard and then joined in the fanboying and well…
That is how he ended up on the couch of the new houses’ basement with Blaine and Sam next to him, quoting over just about every line of dialogue. The movie pulls on and the night gets later and the excited, bubbly boys next to him get calmer. It’s not long before Blaine is pressed against Kurt’s side, nuzzling against his chest. And Sam proves to, once more, surprise Kurt and easily stretches out, his legs dropping behind the backs of both boyfriends.
The movie ends in its dramatic whirl and Kurt flicks the television on, putting SNL to play unobserved. Because Blaine has shifted so that his head is in Kurt’s lap, one hand curled around Kurt’s leg with its fingers stroking nonsense patterns into his skinny jeans. And Sam has draped himself against the far armrest with his hands tossed above his head sleepily, tugging the tee shirt up so that it reveals a strip of abs. The muscles there twitch as the blonde wiggles his toes into Kurt’s side, drawing a smatter of giggles from him.
“Stop,” he hums, swatting at Sam’s hip with the hand not stroking through Blaine’s curls. Sam laughs softly, drowsily and only does it again. Kurt makes an aggravated noise and so Blaine tucks his toes in, jabbing at Sam’s side in retaliation. He jerks at the touch and gives Blaine’s calf a light shove.
Half an hour later and the skits are wearing thin. Blaine is half-asleep in Kurt’s lap, lulled there by the steady rhythm of Kurt’s fingertips over his scalp. Sam’s hand has absently found Blaine’s ankle and is circling it lightly, nudging the hem of Blaine’s pants up. And then Sam’s toes dig into Kurt’s side unexpectedly and Kurt gives a slight shriek, upsetting Blaine momentarily. He whines unhappily before pressing Kurt back down and retaking his space. Sam chuckles and shakes his head, settling down again too.
When Burt slumps down the stairs not quite an hour later, he’s not sure what to do with the three boys curled around each other, all fast asleep.