Wallet Size (Glee, Kurt/Blaine, PG?)
Title: Wallet Size
Rating: PG?
Spoilers: Vague references to S3 promo images released today.
Summary: Kurt is not pleased with his senior picture.
“So, did you pick them up yet?” Blaine asked, lightly hip-checking Kurt as he spun the combination for his locker.
“You mean the most horrible senior photo in the world?” Kurt replied, stuffing a few textbooks and a crinkly envelope into his bag. “Yes, I had to get them so I can destroy the evidence.”
“Wait, don't!” Blaine said, grabbing at Kurt's bag as he closed it. “Please, just let me see? You cannot look as bad as I did in my Six Flags uniform, and you took pictures during my performance this summer!” Blaine leaned into Kurt, sticking out his bottom lip.
“Oh, my god, fine,” Kurt replied. “You may see them, and then I am going home to burn them before my dad asks about them.” He stuck his hand into his bag and grabbed the envelope, then handed it to Blaine. Blaine flipped it over to open it, but Kurt gasped and grabbed it back.
“Not here!” He cried. “What are you, insane? You can look in the car on the way to Lima Bean.”
-
“Okay, we are out of the parking lot. May I please open them now?” Blaine asked, setting his backpack between his knees.
“I swear, if you laugh, we're breaking up,” Kurt said. Blaine just raised his eyebrows and Kurt glanced at him. “Just look.”
Blaine grinned and opened the envelope. “Wh-what?” Blaine asked, staring at the photos in front of him.
“I know, right?” Kurt exclaimed. “What was with him trying to get us all to pose with props? I look like a weird wax figure or something.”
“Are-are you serious?” Blaine asked as Kurt pulled into the parking lot of the Lima Bean.
“Yes, now give them back!” Kurt said, reaching for them.
“No way!” Blaine said, twisting his body to protect the photos from Kurt's grasp. “These are amazing, Kurt. You look amazing.”
“Shut up, Blaine, I look like a freak,” Kurt said. “Give them to me, please, so I can make sure they are properly disposed of.”
“I want one.” Blaine said. “I want one of these small ones.”
“Blaine, come on, just print a picture from Facebook,” Kurt sighed.
“Nope,” Blaine replied. “I'm taking one.”
Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine bent the photo paper on the perforations a few times before tugging a photo free.
“Blaine, I don't want anyone to see these!” Kurt complained.
“Don't worry,” Blaine said, twisting in his seat to get to his wallet. “I'm the only one who will see it.” He opened his wallet and slid it into one of the blank photo protectors. “I think you look sexy.”
Kurt blushed and looked away. “Shut up.”
“What, I happen to think you're gorgeous,” Blaine said, fingering the bottom of Kurt's sleeve. “Is that so weird?”
Kurt made a non-committal noise and tugged his arm away, getting out of the car and shutting the door, then opening the back door to get his backpack. Blaine was out of the car like a shot and spinning Kurt around, pressing him to the car.
“Say it,” Blaine whispered. “Say you're gorgeous.”
“I don't have a problem telling you that you're good looking, Blaine,” Kurt replied. Blaine growled in the back of his throat and pressed against Kurt a bit harder, causing him to bite his lip in an attempt to stop a smile.
“You're ridiculous,” Blaine said, nosing Kurt's neck. “That picture caught you doing something you love to do, writing, in your favorite outfit that I know you spent all week planning,” Blaine stopped when Kurt huffed out a laugh. “And you neck - it's so long and delicious in that picture.” Blaine pulled back and Kurt looked down at him, pupils wide. “And now I can look at it whenever I want. At night, in bed--” Blaine grinned as Kurt gasped a little, then picked up his backpack from the ground and put it over to his shoulder. “See you inside!”
Rating: PG?
Spoilers: Vague references to S3 promo images released today.
Summary: Kurt is not pleased with his senior picture.
“So, did you pick them up yet?” Blaine asked, lightly hip-checking Kurt as he spun the combination for his locker.
“You mean the most horrible senior photo in the world?” Kurt replied, stuffing a few textbooks and a crinkly envelope into his bag. “Yes, I had to get them so I can destroy the evidence.”
“Wait, don't!” Blaine said, grabbing at Kurt's bag as he closed it. “Please, just let me see? You cannot look as bad as I did in my Six Flags uniform, and you took pictures during my performance this summer!” Blaine leaned into Kurt, sticking out his bottom lip.
“Oh, my god, fine,” Kurt replied. “You may see them, and then I am going home to burn them before my dad asks about them.” He stuck his hand into his bag and grabbed the envelope, then handed it to Blaine. Blaine flipped it over to open it, but Kurt gasped and grabbed it back.
“Not here!” He cried. “What are you, insane? You can look in the car on the way to Lima Bean.”
-
“Okay, we are out of the parking lot. May I please open them now?” Blaine asked, setting his backpack between his knees.
“I swear, if you laugh, we're breaking up,” Kurt said. Blaine just raised his eyebrows and Kurt glanced at him. “Just look.”
Blaine grinned and opened the envelope. “Wh-what?” Blaine asked, staring at the photos in front of him.
“I know, right?” Kurt exclaimed. “What was with him trying to get us all to pose with props? I look like a weird wax figure or something.”
“Are-are you serious?” Blaine asked as Kurt pulled into the parking lot of the Lima Bean.
“Yes, now give them back!” Kurt said, reaching for them.
“No way!” Blaine said, twisting his body to protect the photos from Kurt's grasp. “These are amazing, Kurt. You look amazing.”
“Shut up, Blaine, I look like a freak,” Kurt said. “Give them to me, please, so I can make sure they are properly disposed of.”
“I want one.” Blaine said. “I want one of these small ones.”
“Blaine, come on, just print a picture from Facebook,” Kurt sighed.
“Nope,” Blaine replied. “I'm taking one.”
Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine bent the photo paper on the perforations a few times before tugging a photo free.
“Blaine, I don't want anyone to see these!” Kurt complained.
“Don't worry,” Blaine said, twisting in his seat to get to his wallet. “I'm the only one who will see it.” He opened his wallet and slid it into one of the blank photo protectors. “I think you look sexy.”
Kurt blushed and looked away. “Shut up.”
“What, I happen to think you're gorgeous,” Blaine said, fingering the bottom of Kurt's sleeve. “Is that so weird?”
Kurt made a non-committal noise and tugged his arm away, getting out of the car and shutting the door, then opening the back door to get his backpack. Blaine was out of the car like a shot and spinning Kurt around, pressing him to the car.
“Say it,” Blaine whispered. “Say you're gorgeous.”
“I don't have a problem telling you that you're good looking, Blaine,” Kurt replied. Blaine growled in the back of his throat and pressed against Kurt a bit harder, causing him to bite his lip in an attempt to stop a smile.
“You're ridiculous,” Blaine said, nosing Kurt's neck. “That picture caught you doing something you love to do, writing, in your favorite outfit that I know you spent all week planning,” Blaine stopped when Kurt huffed out a laugh. “And you neck - it's so long and delicious in that picture.” Blaine pulled back and Kurt looked down at him, pupils wide. “And now I can look at it whenever I want. At night, in bed--” Blaine grinned as Kurt gasped a little, then picked up his backpack from the ground and put it over to his shoulder. “See you inside!”