Kurt/Blaine meme fills from New Year's Eve
Here are my fills from the second one sentence meme at kurt_blaine!
Freaky Friday:
Kurt woke up and groggily stumbled towards his mirror, running his hands through his hair. Whoa. That's...a lot of hair. What?
Kurt looked up into the mirror and screamed. He wasn't Kurt. He was...Blaine?
*knock knock*
"Uh, who is it?" KurtasBlaine said.
"It's me, Blai--I mean, Kurt," Kurt heard himself say from the other side of the door. He quickly opened the door and ushered BlaineasKurt in.
"What the FUCK?" Kurt asked, staring at BlaineasKurt wearing an outfit so bad he didn't even recognize it from his own wardrobe.
*knock knock*
"Blaine, c'mon, let's get breakfast," Wes said, pushing the door open. "Uh, hey, Kurt," Wes said. "You're up, uh, early?"
"I can, uh," KurtasBlaine stammered.
"We were just..." BlaineasKurt said.
"I'm just going to walk down to breakfast," Wes said. "Should I, uh, save you two seats or, uh, are you going to be...busy?"
Sexting, public place
"So, in this case, x equals..." Matt trailed off, looking at Kurt, who was typing away intently on his phone.
'I honestly can't wait for finals to be over, I feel like I haven't been alone with you in such a long time.' Kurt texted to Blaine.
"Kurt, you know that this final is in," Matt looks at his watch, "Four hours, right?"
"Yeah, c'mon man, you know you're the one who is good at math here," Tom said, sighing at their study sheet.
"Sorry, okay, let's get back to studying," Kurt said. The boys both nodded and looked back at their textbooks while Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
'I miss our alone time. You have no idea what I'm going to do to you when I get you alone.' Blaine replied.
Kurt stole a look up from his phone, and Matt and Tom were arguing over an answer in the back of the book, so Kurt quickly typed out a message.
'Like what? Gonna use those fluffy handcuffs you got from Secret Santa?'
'More like the flavored lube you got.'
'Oh, really?'
'Yup. Gonna pour it on your nipples, suck them dry, then lick down to your cock and pour it all over before I get you off.'
"Uh, guys, I'm just going to run to the bathroom real quick," Kurt said, quickly removing himself from the chairs they'd circled around a desk in the library.
Dalton=Blaine's Playgirl Manson:
"Care to join me in the rooftop hot tub, Kurt?" Blaine asked after Warblers practice.
"There's a rooftop hot tub?!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Sh!" Blaine said, steering Kurt away from the rest of the Warblers. "It's just for me...and my guests."
--
I don't know shit about the Playboy mansion, but I IMAGINE there's a hot tub.
Kick-Ass!AU:
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, nudging the boy's door open. "What are you WEARING?" He exclaimed, taking in Kurt's skintight, neon-green outfit.
Sex near a fireplace with a roaring fire:
"Whoa, you have a fireplace in your room?" Kurt said, eyes wide at Blaine's ridiculously nice bedroom in his awesomely nice home, where a fire was crackling and soft music was playing. "And a plasma screen? What do your parents do again?" Kurt asked, setting his overnight bag down on Blaine's fluffy four-poster bed.
"Does that really matter?" Blaine asked, moving closer to Kurt and kissing the back of his neck. "They're not going to be home until Monday, isn't that the most important part of their business trip?" He asked, snaking his arms around to stroke Kurt's abs.
"Ri-right," Kurt choked out, turning to kiss Blaine. "You said they go out of town a lot, right?" He said, nibbling on Blaine's earlobe.
"Mhhm, right," Blaine said, tugging Kurt down onto the floor with him.
Jealous, jealous Blaine:
"Blaine?" Kurt called, walking downstairs in search of his boyfriend.
"Hey," Blaine called out from where he sat, on the edge of Kurt's bed.
"What're you doing down here? The countdown is going to begin soon!"
"Are you sure you even want me there for the countdown?" Blaine whined.
"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked. "Was Puck giving you a hard time or something? Because that's just sort of how he is, he doesn't actually dislike you, I'm sure."
"No, Kurt, PUCK wasn't giving me a hard time," Blaine replied. "But you were making it very hard to spend anytime with you, my BRAND NEW boyfriend, on our first New Year's together."
"What're you talking about?" Kurt asked.
"Mercedes, let's do a duet together. Mercedes, come help me in the kitchen. Are you going to kiss HER at midnight, or ME?" Blaine replied, tossing himself backwards onto Kurt's bed.
"Uh, I better not be kissing her at midnight, that's why Finn and Sam made sure Anthony came tonight."
"You mean...Anthony and Mercedes are..."
"Not yet, but I've been trying to get them together since we met. She's just really nervous, they've only been on one date, but she thinks he likes her because he's been texting her all Christmas break," Kurt explained. "That's why we kept going into the kitchen, she was freaking out."
"Oh..." Blaine replied. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I just wanted tonight to be...really special."
"With you here?" Kurt asked, leaning down to kiss Blaine's cheek. "It already is."
Chocolate:
"These sheets are...new?" Blaine asked as he sat on Kurt's bed.
"Yeah," Kurt replied, shifting things around in his closet like he was looking for something. "A-ha!" Kurt said, producing a small bottle of chocolate syrup.
"So, dessert, right? What're we having?" Blaine said, looking around for something the chocolate could be used for.
"I plan to have you, actually," Kurt said, laughing at Blaine's raised eyebrows. He slowly pushed him back on the bed, removed his shirt, and drizzled chocolate over his nipples.
"Oh..hhoo," Blaine stuttered as Kurt licked him.
The drunk text conversation Blaine and Kurt had on New Year's Eve:
kurt to blaine: urrr s prettty
blaine to kurt: no u
kurt to blaine: i lv ur hiars
blaine to kurt: ur vocie is prtyyy
kurt to blaine: moar drnk!
blaine to kurt: metooooo
kurt to blaine: puk gvr me rum. yum yum rummm
blaine to kurt: i wnt to kiss ur faec
kurt to blaine:i kiss ur bdy
blaine to kurt: mhhhh
kurt to blaine: this iz finn im takn kurts phone be4 he calls our parents.
--
"Hey, Kurt?" Finn said quietly while he shook his step-brother's arm.
"Mff, oh my god, Finn, my head," Kurt said as he attempted to sit up. He took the pills and the cup of water in Finn's hands gratefully.
"I know. Puck gave you, uh, a lot to drink last night," Finn said. "Mercedes drove us home and I got us into the basement without waking up your dad or my mom."
"Finn, you're a lifesaver." Kurt said, throwing his arm over his eyes.
"Uh, I lost track of you for a bit last night, Kurt, and uh--"
"What did I do?" Kurt asked, his eyes snapping open.
"You might want to check your texts and maybe call that Blaine kid. I went to take your phone before you called, like, your dad or something, and...yeah, just... here's your phone."
Kurt loves looking at, almost studying, Blaine's cock:
"Kurt? Kuuu-urt?" Blaine said. Kurt looked up from his position between Blaine's knees and shook his head slightly.
"Wh-what?"
"I know it's impressive, but I really want you to touch me."
"It's just...so beautiful."
Blaine is mad and Kurt is hard up. Kurt has to work very hard to make it up to him.:
Kurt hums quietly and feels Blaine tense up, then let go. He sits up and slides closer to Blaine.
"So, am I forgiven?" He asked, pressing as much of himself to Blaine as possible.
"Yeah, I guess," Blaine sighed.
"You guess?!" Kurt replied.
"All's forgiven, baby," Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt's head.
Gossip Girl:
"Guys, guys, it's on!" Wes called out and David and Blaine rushed into the commons room right as the theme music started. "Last time, on Gossip Girl..."
"Hey, guys, I made pop--" Kurt said as he made his way into the dim room.
"Shh!" All three boys on the couch replied.
--
Note: I've seen, like, one fourth of a GG episode...
A gift:
"Listen, Blaine, I know we've talked about this for awhile, but I wanted to, uh, make it official," Kurt said, slipping down onto one knee.
"It's not a ring, you know, because I know you don't wear a lot of jewelry," Kurt continued, producing a light blue box.
"Oh, my god, yes," Blaine said, surging forward to kiss Kurt.
--
In my mind, Kurt got these for Blaine: http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?fromGrid=1&sku=18142058&mcat=148208&cid=288160&search_params=s+5-p+2-c+288160-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+
Kurt/Blaine, some kind of Cyrano Scenario with Pavi:
When Kurt comes back from the bathroom, his phone is lighting up on top of his textbooks next to Pavarotti's cage - a text from Blaine.
'Friday sounds great! What movie do you want to see?'
Uh, what? Kurt thought, scrolling back through his texts. He'd apparently asked Blaine if he was busy Friday and then...invited him on a date?
He turned to look a Pava, but he was just chirping and jumping up and down in his cage - he looked almost smug.
'Little Fockers looks really funny', Kurt replied.
Blaine with wings:
"Alright, which one of you idiots gave Blaine Red Bull?" David bellowed to the bus full of Dalton Warblers.
"IT GIVES YOU WIII-IIINGS!" Blaine called from the back of the bus, hopping up and sitting down repetitively on his bus seat.
"Uh, my bad," Kurt said in a small voice from the seat in front of Blaine. "We were up really late studying..."
Chopsticks:
"Are you kidding me?" Blaine said, frantically pawing through the take-out bag on Kurt's desk.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, digging into his mu shu pork.
"There's no forks!" Blaine sighed.
"Here, there's another set of chopsticks," Kurt said, tossing Blaine the thin package.
"Uh, maybe the dining hall is still open and I can just run and get a fork," Blaine replied.
"Don't be ridiculous! It's freezing out, that's pointless," Kurt said.
"I, uh, can't use chopsticks," Blaine said, sliding into the chair next to Kurt.
"C'mon, it's not that hard, just do like me," Kurt said, showing Blaine his hands.
Blaine arranges the chopsticks like Kurt has his and leans over the rice bowl, picks up a few grains and -- doesn't get them even halfway to his mouth before they drop.
"Goddamnit!" Blaine said, tossing the chopsticks on the desk.
Girl in the relationship:
Kurt opened Blaine's top dresser drawer, the bottom left drawer of his desk, and the right side of his closet. He ducked a falling bottle of gel, dodged a falling blow-dryer and looked at Blaine.
"Blaine, honey," Kurt said. "If either of us are the 'girl' in this relationship, it's you. LOOK at your collection of beauty products. It takes up more room than mine."
Scarf:
"Kurt, is this the fancy scarf that Carole got you for Christmas?" Blaine asked, fingering the scarf laying on top of Kurt's bed.
Kurt looked back over his shoulder. "No, that's--" Kurt was quickly cut off as Blaine grabbed his arms and used the scarf to bind them together.
"I missed you," Blaine said, maneuvering Kurt onto his bed.
"Me too," Kurt sighed as Blaine leaned down to kiss him.
Shadows:
"What the hell is that?" Blaine asked, nudging Kurt's arm and making him mess up.
"That's clearly a T-Rex, what do you THINK it is?" Kurt replied. "What, can you do better?"
"Give me that flashlight!" Blaine replied. "With two younger siblings? You can bet I make the best damn shadow puppets in the world."
Friday night:
"What do you want to do-ooo?" Blaine whined from his seat at Kurt's desk.
"Blaine. I'm studying," Kurt said, looking up from his books sprawled out on his bed. "When you texted me an hour ago, I told you I was studying. When you called me 45 minutes ago, I said I had to study. When you showed up at my door and came in - uninvited - I told you had a test on Monday. I want to study." Kurt said.
Blaine pulled a pouty face and Kurt sighed, sliding his notebook to the side and getting up to walk over to Blaine.
"Baby," Kurt said, sitting on Blaine's lap.
"Yes?" Blaine looked up at Kurt, expectantly.
"Can't you go watch a movie or read a book--" Blaine sighed.
"Or you could bring your books in here and we could study TOGETHER," Kurt said quickly. "Then we could be together AND be productive."
"Fine," Blaine said, gently pushing Kurt off of his lap. "I was going to see if you wanted to go to the park a few blocks over with the big boulder for climbing and the swings..."
"Swings?" Kurt said, snapping his neck to look at Blaine. "I love swings."
"Well, let's go, then!" Blaine said, tugging Kurt's jacket off the back of his door.
"C'mon!" Kurt said, homework forgotten.
--
Note: This is basically how I spent time in college. I studied a lot bc the guy I dated was in med school. Also, we had an awesome park that we went to a lot because I LOVE TO SWING.
Bitches best respect:
Once a month, Dalton has 'dress-down' days; the boys are allowed to wear whatever they want (within reason).
Kurt decided a kilt and some rouge would be a way to ease the other students into what he had planned for the rest of the school year.
Fit in? Yeah right, Kurt was born to be a fierce bitch and stand out!
Blaine and Kurt keep interrupting Warbler practices with their constant PDA.
"Damn it, Blaine, get back to your spot on the risers!" Wes called out to the two brunettes holding hands. "Kurt, keep it in your pants until after practice!"
Dude looks like a lady:
"Really clever, Blaine," Kurt said as Blaine hummed. "Just because I won't go outside in sweats doesn't mean I'm a lady."
"I've been waiting for 45 minutes, Kurt," Blaine replied. "And I texted you last night to see if you wanted to go shopping today. Why didn't you just...get up earlier."
"Uh, it takes a very intensive skin-care regimen, lots of water AND a good night's sleep to look this good."
Blackberry jam:
Blaine and Kurt are the only two people in the quad during the first morning of spring.
"I really can't believe Carole makes jam," Kurt said, gesturing to the open package he just picked up from the mail room. "I thought only moms in the 50s did stuff like that."
"Yeah, my mom isn't really into, uh, homemaking," Blaine said. "She's more into... paying someone else to do it."
"Well, have some of this! It's really good, and you'll never have it at home." Kurt said, grabbing half of Blaine's bagel and smearing jam on it.
"What flavor is this?" Blaine asked, nibbling tentatively.
"Blackberry," Kurt replied after checking the label. He looked up at Blaine and laughed. The other boy had taken a large bite of his bagel and was chewing and humming in appreciation.
"Wh--?" Blaine asked around the mouthful.
"Enjoying it?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "You've got a little..." Kurt said, pointing at his face. Blaine looked at his now jam-covered fingers and raised his eyebrows at Kurt.
"C'mere.." Kurt said, scooting closer to Blaine and wiping the pad of his thumb gently over the corner of Blaine's lips as he swallowed. Blaine tentatively stuck the tip of his tongue out and lapped at Kurt's lingering finger.
"Blackberry is now my favorite," Blaine said quietly, nudging Kurt.
"And breakfast is my favorite meal of the day," Kurt replied, leaning into Blaine.
Freaky Friday:
Kurt woke up and groggily stumbled towards his mirror, running his hands through his hair. Whoa. That's...a lot of hair. What?
Kurt looked up into the mirror and screamed. He wasn't Kurt. He was...Blaine?
*knock knock*
"Uh, who is it?" KurtasBlaine said.
"It's me, Blai--I mean, Kurt," Kurt heard himself say from the other side of the door. He quickly opened the door and ushered BlaineasKurt in.
"What the FUCK?" Kurt asked, staring at BlaineasKurt wearing an outfit so bad he didn't even recognize it from his own wardrobe.
*knock knock*
"Blaine, c'mon, let's get breakfast," Wes said, pushing the door open. "Uh, hey, Kurt," Wes said. "You're up, uh, early?"
"I can, uh," KurtasBlaine stammered.
"We were just..." BlaineasKurt said.
"I'm just going to walk down to breakfast," Wes said. "Should I, uh, save you two seats or, uh, are you going to be...busy?"
Sexting, public place
"So, in this case, x equals..." Matt trailed off, looking at Kurt, who was typing away intently on his phone.
'I honestly can't wait for finals to be over, I feel like I haven't been alone with you in such a long time.' Kurt texted to Blaine.
"Kurt, you know that this final is in," Matt looks at his watch, "Four hours, right?"
"Yeah, c'mon man, you know you're the one who is good at math here," Tom said, sighing at their study sheet.
"Sorry, okay, let's get back to studying," Kurt said. The boys both nodded and looked back at their textbooks while Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
'I miss our alone time. You have no idea what I'm going to do to you when I get you alone.' Blaine replied.
Kurt stole a look up from his phone, and Matt and Tom were arguing over an answer in the back of the book, so Kurt quickly typed out a message.
'Like what? Gonna use those fluffy handcuffs you got from Secret Santa?'
'More like the flavored lube you got.'
'Oh, really?'
'Yup. Gonna pour it on your nipples, suck them dry, then lick down to your cock and pour it all over before I get you off.'
"Uh, guys, I'm just going to run to the bathroom real quick," Kurt said, quickly removing himself from the chairs they'd circled around a desk in the library.
Dalton=Blaine's Playgirl Manson:
"Care to join me in the rooftop hot tub, Kurt?" Blaine asked after Warblers practice.
"There's a rooftop hot tub?!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Sh!" Blaine said, steering Kurt away from the rest of the Warblers. "It's just for me...and my guests."
--
I don't know shit about the Playboy mansion, but I IMAGINE there's a hot tub.
Kick-Ass!AU:
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, nudging the boy's door open. "What are you WEARING?" He exclaimed, taking in Kurt's skintight, neon-green outfit.
Sex near a fireplace with a roaring fire:
"Whoa, you have a fireplace in your room?" Kurt said, eyes wide at Blaine's ridiculously nice bedroom in his awesomely nice home, where a fire was crackling and soft music was playing. "And a plasma screen? What do your parents do again?" Kurt asked, setting his overnight bag down on Blaine's fluffy four-poster bed.
"Does that really matter?" Blaine asked, moving closer to Kurt and kissing the back of his neck. "They're not going to be home until Monday, isn't that the most important part of their business trip?" He asked, snaking his arms around to stroke Kurt's abs.
"Ri-right," Kurt choked out, turning to kiss Blaine. "You said they go out of town a lot, right?" He said, nibbling on Blaine's earlobe.
"Mhhm, right," Blaine said, tugging Kurt down onto the floor with him.
Jealous, jealous Blaine:
"Blaine?" Kurt called, walking downstairs in search of his boyfriend.
"Hey," Blaine called out from where he sat, on the edge of Kurt's bed.
"What're you doing down here? The countdown is going to begin soon!"
"Are you sure you even want me there for the countdown?" Blaine whined.
"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked. "Was Puck giving you a hard time or something? Because that's just sort of how he is, he doesn't actually dislike you, I'm sure."
"No, Kurt, PUCK wasn't giving me a hard time," Blaine replied. "But you were making it very hard to spend anytime with you, my BRAND NEW boyfriend, on our first New Year's together."
"What're you talking about?" Kurt asked.
"Mercedes, let's do a duet together. Mercedes, come help me in the kitchen. Are you going to kiss HER at midnight, or ME?" Blaine replied, tossing himself backwards onto Kurt's bed.
"Uh, I better not be kissing her at midnight, that's why Finn and Sam made sure Anthony came tonight."
"You mean...Anthony and Mercedes are..."
"Not yet, but I've been trying to get them together since we met. She's just really nervous, they've only been on one date, but she thinks he likes her because he's been texting her all Christmas break," Kurt explained. "That's why we kept going into the kitchen, she was freaking out."
"Oh..." Blaine replied. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I just wanted tonight to be...really special."
"With you here?" Kurt asked, leaning down to kiss Blaine's cheek. "It already is."
Chocolate:
"These sheets are...new?" Blaine asked as he sat on Kurt's bed.
"Yeah," Kurt replied, shifting things around in his closet like he was looking for something. "A-ha!" Kurt said, producing a small bottle of chocolate syrup.
"So, dessert, right? What're we having?" Blaine said, looking around for something the chocolate could be used for.
"I plan to have you, actually," Kurt said, laughing at Blaine's raised eyebrows. He slowly pushed him back on the bed, removed his shirt, and drizzled chocolate over his nipples.
"Oh..hhoo," Blaine stuttered as Kurt licked him.
The drunk text conversation Blaine and Kurt had on New Year's Eve:
kurt to blaine: urrr s prettty
blaine to kurt: no u
kurt to blaine: i lv ur hiars
blaine to kurt: ur vocie is prtyyy
kurt to blaine: moar drnk!
blaine to kurt: metooooo
kurt to blaine: puk gvr me rum. yum yum rummm
blaine to kurt: i wnt to kiss ur faec
kurt to blaine:i kiss ur bdy
blaine to kurt: mhhhh
kurt to blaine: this iz finn im takn kurts phone be4 he calls our parents.
--
"Hey, Kurt?" Finn said quietly while he shook his step-brother's arm.
"Mff, oh my god, Finn, my head," Kurt said as he attempted to sit up. He took the pills and the cup of water in Finn's hands gratefully.
"I know. Puck gave you, uh, a lot to drink last night," Finn said. "Mercedes drove us home and I got us into the basement without waking up your dad or my mom."
"Finn, you're a lifesaver." Kurt said, throwing his arm over his eyes.
"Uh, I lost track of you for a bit last night, Kurt, and uh--"
"What did I do?" Kurt asked, his eyes snapping open.
"You might want to check your texts and maybe call that Blaine kid. I went to take your phone before you called, like, your dad or something, and...yeah, just... here's your phone."
Kurt loves looking at, almost studying, Blaine's cock:
"Kurt? Kuuu-urt?" Blaine said. Kurt looked up from his position between Blaine's knees and shook his head slightly.
"Wh-what?"
"I know it's impressive, but I really want you to touch me."
"It's just...so beautiful."
Blaine is mad and Kurt is hard up. Kurt has to work very hard to make it up to him.:
Kurt hums quietly and feels Blaine tense up, then let go. He sits up and slides closer to Blaine.
"So, am I forgiven?" He asked, pressing as much of himself to Blaine as possible.
"Yeah, I guess," Blaine sighed.
"You guess?!" Kurt replied.
"All's forgiven, baby," Blaine said, kissing the top of Kurt's head.
Gossip Girl:
"Guys, guys, it's on!" Wes called out and David and Blaine rushed into the commons room right as the theme music started. "Last time, on Gossip Girl..."
"Hey, guys, I made pop--" Kurt said as he made his way into the dim room.
"Shh!" All three boys on the couch replied.
--
Note: I've seen, like, one fourth of a GG episode...
A gift:
"Listen, Blaine, I know we've talked about this for awhile, but I wanted to, uh, make it official," Kurt said, slipping down onto one knee.
"It's not a ring, you know, because I know you don't wear a lot of jewelry," Kurt continued, producing a light blue box.
"Oh, my god, yes," Blaine said, surging forward to kiss Kurt.
--
In my mind, Kurt got these for Blaine: http://www.tiffany.com/Shopping/Item.aspx?fromGrid=1&sku=18142058&mcat=148208&cid=288160&search_params=s+5-p+2-c+288160-r+-x+-n+6-ri+-ni+0-t+
Kurt/Blaine, some kind of Cyrano Scenario with Pavi:
When Kurt comes back from the bathroom, his phone is lighting up on top of his textbooks next to Pavarotti's cage - a text from Blaine.
'Friday sounds great! What movie do you want to see?'
Uh, what? Kurt thought, scrolling back through his texts. He'd apparently asked Blaine if he was busy Friday and then...invited him on a date?
He turned to look a Pava, but he was just chirping and jumping up and down in his cage - he looked almost smug.
'Little Fockers looks really funny', Kurt replied.
Blaine with wings:
"Alright, which one of you idiots gave Blaine Red Bull?" David bellowed to the bus full of Dalton Warblers.
"IT GIVES YOU WIII-IIINGS!" Blaine called from the back of the bus, hopping up and sitting down repetitively on his bus seat.
"Uh, my bad," Kurt said in a small voice from the seat in front of Blaine. "We were up really late studying..."
Chopsticks:
"Are you kidding me?" Blaine said, frantically pawing through the take-out bag on Kurt's desk.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, digging into his mu shu pork.
"There's no forks!" Blaine sighed.
"Here, there's another set of chopsticks," Kurt said, tossing Blaine the thin package.
"Uh, maybe the dining hall is still open and I can just run and get a fork," Blaine replied.
"Don't be ridiculous! It's freezing out, that's pointless," Kurt said.
"I, uh, can't use chopsticks," Blaine said, sliding into the chair next to Kurt.
"C'mon, it's not that hard, just do like me," Kurt said, showing Blaine his hands.
Blaine arranges the chopsticks like Kurt has his and leans over the rice bowl, picks up a few grains and -- doesn't get them even halfway to his mouth before they drop.
"Goddamnit!" Blaine said, tossing the chopsticks on the desk.
Girl in the relationship:
Kurt opened Blaine's top dresser drawer, the bottom left drawer of his desk, and the right side of his closet. He ducked a falling bottle of gel, dodged a falling blow-dryer and looked at Blaine.
"Blaine, honey," Kurt said. "If either of us are the 'girl' in this relationship, it's you. LOOK at your collection of beauty products. It takes up more room than mine."
Scarf:
"Kurt, is this the fancy scarf that Carole got you for Christmas?" Blaine asked, fingering the scarf laying on top of Kurt's bed.
Kurt looked back over his shoulder. "No, that's--" Kurt was quickly cut off as Blaine grabbed his arms and used the scarf to bind them together.
"I missed you," Blaine said, maneuvering Kurt onto his bed.
"Me too," Kurt sighed as Blaine leaned down to kiss him.
Shadows:
"What the hell is that?" Blaine asked, nudging Kurt's arm and making him mess up.
"That's clearly a T-Rex, what do you THINK it is?" Kurt replied. "What, can you do better?"
"Give me that flashlight!" Blaine replied. "With two younger siblings? You can bet I make the best damn shadow puppets in the world."
Friday night:
"What do you want to do-ooo?" Blaine whined from his seat at Kurt's desk.
"Blaine. I'm studying," Kurt said, looking up from his books sprawled out on his bed. "When you texted me an hour ago, I told you I was studying. When you called me 45 minutes ago, I said I had to study. When you showed up at my door and came in - uninvited - I told you had a test on Monday. I want to study." Kurt said.
Blaine pulled a pouty face and Kurt sighed, sliding his notebook to the side and getting up to walk over to Blaine.
"Baby," Kurt said, sitting on Blaine's lap.
"Yes?" Blaine looked up at Kurt, expectantly.
"Can't you go watch a movie or read a book--" Blaine sighed.
"Or you could bring your books in here and we could study TOGETHER," Kurt said quickly. "Then we could be together AND be productive."
"Fine," Blaine said, gently pushing Kurt off of his lap. "I was going to see if you wanted to go to the park a few blocks over with the big boulder for climbing and the swings..."
"Swings?" Kurt said, snapping his neck to look at Blaine. "I love swings."
"Well, let's go, then!" Blaine said, tugging Kurt's jacket off the back of his door.
"C'mon!" Kurt said, homework forgotten.
--
Note: This is basically how I spent time in college. I studied a lot bc the guy I dated was in med school. Also, we had an awesome park that we went to a lot because I LOVE TO SWING.
Bitches best respect:
Once a month, Dalton has 'dress-down' days; the boys are allowed to wear whatever they want (within reason).
Kurt decided a kilt and some rouge would be a way to ease the other students into what he had planned for the rest of the school year.
Fit in? Yeah right, Kurt was born to be a fierce bitch and stand out!
Blaine and Kurt keep interrupting Warbler practices with their constant PDA.
"Damn it, Blaine, get back to your spot on the risers!" Wes called out to the two brunettes holding hands. "Kurt, keep it in your pants until after practice!"
Dude looks like a lady:
"Really clever, Blaine," Kurt said as Blaine hummed. "Just because I won't go outside in sweats doesn't mean I'm a lady."
"I've been waiting for 45 minutes, Kurt," Blaine replied. "And I texted you last night to see if you wanted to go shopping today. Why didn't you just...get up earlier."
"Uh, it takes a very intensive skin-care regimen, lots of water AND a good night's sleep to look this good."
Blackberry jam:
Blaine and Kurt are the only two people in the quad during the first morning of spring.
"I really can't believe Carole makes jam," Kurt said, gesturing to the open package he just picked up from the mail room. "I thought only moms in the 50s did stuff like that."
"Yeah, my mom isn't really into, uh, homemaking," Blaine said. "She's more into... paying someone else to do it."
"Well, have some of this! It's really good, and you'll never have it at home." Kurt said, grabbing half of Blaine's bagel and smearing jam on it.
"What flavor is this?" Blaine asked, nibbling tentatively.
"Blackberry," Kurt replied after checking the label. He looked up at Blaine and laughed. The other boy had taken a large bite of his bagel and was chewing and humming in appreciation.
"Wh--?" Blaine asked around the mouthful.
"Enjoying it?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded enthusiastically in agreement. "You've got a little..." Kurt said, pointing at his face. Blaine looked at his now jam-covered fingers and raised his eyebrows at Kurt.
"C'mere.." Kurt said, scooting closer to Blaine and wiping the pad of his thumb gently over the corner of Blaine's lips as he swallowed. Blaine tentatively stuck the tip of his tongue out and lapped at Kurt's lingering finger.
"Blackberry is now my favorite," Blaine said quietly, nudging Kurt.
"And breakfast is my favorite meal of the day," Kurt replied, leaning into Blaine.