Title: The way you do the things you do
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Words: 380
Rating: Teen (PG13)
Spoilers: Prom Queen (no more than promo)
A/N: for day 11 of
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Summary: Blaine isn't sure if it's the kilt or the set of Kurt's mouth when he refused to consider not wearing it that's doing it for him, but he doesn't really care, because whatever it is, it's really, really doing it.
Blaine isn't sure if it's the kilt or the set of Kurt's mouth when he refused to consider not wearing it that's doing it for him, but he doesn't really care, because whatever it is, it's really, really doing it. His brain is still not completely sure prom is a good plan, but his dick is definitely on board.
He managed to keep himself under control in front of Finn and Mr. Hummel, though he did have to lure Kurt into the kitchen under the pretense of needing to be reminded where the glasses were so he could kiss him a little, grope his thigh through his leggings under the edge of his kilt. Kurt kissed him back, smiled before pushing him gently away and handing him a glass, reminding him there's a time and a place, like he wasn't talking about wearing a skirt to the prom two minutes before.
And maybe that's what's doing it. The way Kurt is brave and a little crazy, but careful and scared. The way he watches so so carefully, but reaches for what he wants. Blaine's a little in awe and a lot in love.
He's also seventeen, with his hands in his pajamas and his boyfriend on his mind, and he's trying to keep quiet because he went to bed early, and his parents are still awake.
It's Kurt's mouth he's thinking of as he comes, the way it's hot and searching when they kiss, like he thinks there's more of Blaine to know and the best way to find it is with his tongue. It's his fingers, and the way they curl around Blaine's arm, or the back of his neck, or his waist, the way they tangle with his fingers or in his hair. It's Kurt's legs, and the way they look in leggings when he twirls. It's the kilt, and Kurt's vision, and the way he doesn't let fear stop him getting what he knows he deserves. It's the way he looks at Blaine like Blaine is somehow one of the things Kurt's set his sights on.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Words: 380
Rating: Teen (PG13)
Spoilers: Prom Queen (no more than promo)
A/N: for day 11 of
Summary: Blaine isn't sure if it's the kilt or the set of Kurt's mouth when he refused to consider not wearing it that's doing it for him, but he doesn't really care, because whatever it is, it's really, really doing it.
Blaine isn't sure if it's the kilt or the set of Kurt's mouth when he refused to consider not wearing it that's doing it for him, but he doesn't really care, because whatever it is, it's really, really doing it. His brain is still not completely sure prom is a good plan, but his dick is definitely on board.
He managed to keep himself under control in front of Finn and Mr. Hummel, though he did have to lure Kurt into the kitchen under the pretense of needing to be reminded where the glasses were so he could kiss him a little, grope his thigh through his leggings under the edge of his kilt. Kurt kissed him back, smiled before pushing him gently away and handing him a glass, reminding him there's a time and a place, like he wasn't talking about wearing a skirt to the prom two minutes before.
And maybe that's what's doing it. The way Kurt is brave and a little crazy, but careful and scared. The way he watches so so carefully, but reaches for what he wants. Blaine's a little in awe and a lot in love.
He's also seventeen, with his hands in his pajamas and his boyfriend on his mind, and he's trying to keep quiet because he went to bed early, and his parents are still awake.
It's Kurt's mouth he's thinking of as he comes, the way it's hot and searching when they kiss, like he thinks there's more of Blaine to know and the best way to find it is with his tongue. It's his fingers, and the way they curl around Blaine's arm, or the back of his neck, or his waist, the way they tangle with his fingers or in his hair. It's Kurt's legs, and the way they look in leggings when he twirls. It's the kilt, and Kurt's vision, and the way he doesn't let fear stop him getting what he knows he deserves. It's the way he looks at Blaine like Blaine is somehow one of the things Kurt's set his sights on.
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I didn't even realise I'd been waiting for this, exactly, post PQ. Gorgeous. <3
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and what an adorable gif!
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lol I'm worrying about making it 31 days, never mind 1446. I am loving writing so much, though.
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You have such a deft way with words - you've packed a lot into less than 400 words and there's layers here besides Blaine's lust for Kurt (but get it boys). Simply lovely.
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And Kurt was adorable in the kilt. <3
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Thank you!
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<3 <3 <3
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Thanks!
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thank you
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Nice little fic.
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Thank you.
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thank you!
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Thank you!
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thank you, lovely!
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That's such a lovely 'seeing Kurt through Blaine's eyes' moment. Just … amazing. :)
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