"You always look so serious when you draw," Kurt says, sprawled out on the couch in an oversized sweater, thigh-high socks, and nothing else. He likes choosing his own outfits for sketches, and Blaine honestly can’t tell if this is better or worse than the time Kurt walked out in nothing but one of Blaine’s button-down shirts.
"And you always look so bored."
Kurt just grins, able to read Blaine just as well as Blaine’s able to read him. “Sometimes I think it doesn’t take you very long to draw at all, and you just like having an excuse to stare at me like this.”
Happy New Year from Bushwick!
"Come on, Kurt, you can’t tell me you don’t have any resolutions. I’m talking to the man who has a bucket list with over a hundred and fifty things on it."
Kurt just grins, taking another sip of champagne as he watches Blaine. ”Let’s make a list together,” he suddenly says, and Blaine blinks.
"You mean, like, write it down?"
"No, just tell me. Give me one resolution, and I’ll give you one back."
whatstheproblembaby said: does this mean I can make you write me snuggles? :DDD
Kurt shuffled into the loft sleepy-eyed and hunch-shouldered at three in the morning, feet dragging across the floor as he set his bag near the door and made a bee-line for his bedroom.
He didn’t know how he got roped into working on New Year’s eve, but someone had had to help keep the restaurant running in the early hours when New York’s wealthier clientele wanted to celebrate. At least the pay had been accordingly boosted, even if the hassle almost wasn’t worth it. Kurt was used to dealing with crowds, but having them pressing in on all sides was claustrophobic, and the chatter had been so loud that it had almost been unbearable.
Luckily, Blaine had provided a welcome distraction from the chaos. He had sneaked in just before eleven to share a coffee with Kurt on his break, rosy-cheeked and beaming. Ignoring Kurt’s halfhearted protests, he’d then gotten up and serenaded him at the piano while Kurt worked, distracted but happily so.
They had shared a brief, wonderful kiss in a dark, unnoticed corner at midnight, pulling away only long enough to savor the moment before leaning in for another stolen kiss before Kurt had to wheel away or risk being fired on the spot for soliciting customers.
Blaine had stayed for another hour, but the partying had intensified and Kurt hadn’t had much time to spare for him. Nudging him out of his seat - already sleepy-eyed and pliable - Kurt had ushered him through the crowd and urged him out the door, bundling his scarf up around his ears a little tighter before he went. Blaine had smiled at him with the soft, easy grin that always came naturally to him, even half-asleep, before lifting a hand in a wave and venturing out into the streets to get back to the loft.
In spite of Blaine’s absence, the next hour and a half had flown by for Kurt, his attention focused entirely on keeping everyone on the premises happy and inebriated. By the end of it, he had been relieved to be able to hang up his apron and duck out the door before any of the other waitstaff had devised a reason to need him.
He had a fiancé waiting for him back at the loft, and it had put a little bounce in his step in spite of his exhaustion, making the journey a little more bearable and a little less long in spite of the cold.
But even stepping inside their apartment didn’t mean freedom from the cold. They couldn’t afford to keep the heat running all night, so they shut it off after eleven to cut costs.
As a result, Kurt wasn’t surprised to find Rachel curled up at Blaine’s side on his bed, sharing warmth as they slept.
Kurt couldn’t help himself - he smiled. Blaine was out cold, sprawled on his belly on the mattress wearing Kurt’s gray yoga pants and a black t-shirt, one arm tucked around Rachel where she was curled up against his side and the other reaching for a pillow that had slid out of his reach. Kurt couldn’t tell what pajamas Rachel was wearing because she had somehow managed to cocoon herself in all the blankets, pressed against Blaine’s side and clearly deeply asleep, her grip lax on his shirt.
Careful not to step on any of the creakier floorboards, Kurt padded quietly over to his dresser and shimmied out of his uniform as quickly as he could, throwing on a pair of red shorts and a white t-shirt before scurrying over to the unoccupied side of the bed next to Blaine. Sinking down onto the mattress next to him, he hummed as he curled his cold toes against Blaine’s sleep-warm calf, feeling it twitch away before he relaxed.
"Mm," Blaine mumbled, barely awake as he shuffled around and reached out blindly to pull Kurt closer, Rachel still curled up against his back. Kurt let him, tucking an arm around Blaine’s waist so his palm rested against his hip, their feet entangled and Blaine’s nose against his collarbone. "Happy New Year," he murmured sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt’s skin as Kurt shivered a little in response.
"Happy New Year," he echoed softly, holding him close as Blaine relaxed in his arms, drifting easily back into sleep. Tucking his cheek against his hair, Kurt closed his eyes and listened to his breaths, soft and warm, echoed by Rachel’s on his other side, and couldn’t help but smile to himself.
Their lives weren’t perfect. They’d experienced love and loss, pain and sorrow, joy and wonder and all emotions in between. But, somehow, he knew, they’d make it through the challenges ahead. And, if nothing else, they had each other to fall back on.
It was enough. And as Kurt curled an arm more tightly around Blaine, he resolved to savor the moments like this, when nothing else mattered but the dreams that stretched out between them.
Kitty!Kurt/human!Blaine. Warnings for: sex during “heat”, brief mentions of past abuse, brief size kink, brief conception kink (no actual conception).
Blaine is buying champagne when Rachel calls. The liquor store is crowded; he’s worried that if he puts his bottles down to answer her they’ll be grabbed up before he has a chance to defend them, so he cradles his phone between his jaw and shoulder and taps the accept button with his chin.
"You would not believe the acrobatics that I just managed to answer you with my face," he says.
"You are amazing." She pauses. "Dare I ask?"
He laughs. It wouldn’t be the first time that she’s interrupted him in the middle of something that had required the full dedication of all of his limbs. “I’m making a very hasty champagne purchase. Competition is fierce. Last minute party invitation.”
"Oh, do tell."
"Nothing personal, just a director who I’ve been trying to get face time with." He frowns. "I could try and swing the plus one angle if you’ve changed your mind about staying home with the in-laws.”
"No, thank you, darling. This is a business call, unfortunately. I didn’t want to bother you this close to the holiday, but I’m out of options. We had a stray dropped off five minutes before closing and I can’t take him. Howard’s parents are using the spare bedroom and his father is terribly allergic. Every single one of my other fosters are either out of town, hosting guests, or celebrating already."
smallerinfinites prompted: blaine really dominant and sexy sort of out of nowhere and kurt likes very much more than he expected to
Kurt’s shuffling around the kitchen when Blaine comes home, and he smiles at the rustle of Blaine shrugging out of his coat, the soft footsteps until suddenly there are arms wrapping around his waist, a chin tucking just over his shoulder.
"Good evening," Kurt hums, leaning back and feeling a warm tug in his belly when Blaine’s lips skim over his neck.
"Thought about you all day."
Kurt’s chest flutters happily. “Oh?”
Blaine slides his hands down the length of Kurt’s arms and guides Kurt’s hands to the counter in front of him, holding them in place. “Don’t move.” His voice is low, commanding in a way that’s so different from Blaine’s usual soft tone that it doesn’t even occur to Kurt not to obey.
foreverfoxcat prompted: running
They find out their surrogate is pregnant and two weeks later Kurt takes up running.
Blaine’s still mostly asleep when Kurt tells him where he’s going, kissing Blaine’s forehead and slipping out of bed. It’s cold without Kurt to snuggle up to, but Blaine must fall back asleep at some point, because he’s waking up again later to the sound of Kurt in the shower, flushed and bright-eyed when Blaine leans in for a good morning kiss.
Blaine brings it up later that day, asking Kurt why now, but Kurt just shrugs and says it’s a good way to start his day.
It continues like that for months. Not everyday, but at least twice a week, and Blaine starts to notice it in the lean, hard muscle of Kurt’s calves, the way Blaine is far more out of breath than Kurt is when the elevator is out of service and they have to climb six flights of stairs to their apartment. Kurt buys running shoes when they’re out shopping for baby shoes, and tighter clothes when cool weather comes in with autumn, showing no signs of giving up his new hobby.
Anonymous prompted: Blaine in a full suit for one reason for another and Kurt jumps him? omg Kurt riding Blaine while he’s still in the suit? >///>
"You’re so vain," Blaine says with a laugh, but he’s not exactly complaining when Kurt pushes him down onto the couch, shrugging off his robe so that he’s naked while Blaine’s still fully dressed. Kurt climbs into Blaine’s lap, kissing him frantically, hungrily. "God, honey, you’re so vain.”
"Just because I made the suit doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate how good you look in it," Kurt growls, hands gripping Blaine’s shoulders, but gently, like he’s afraid to wrinkle it.
"I really look that good in it?"
Kurt pauses, pulling back to meet Blaine’s eyes with a playful look. “I just did the quickest job ever of getting myself ready in the bathroom so we can have sex right now, just like this. So yes, you really look that good in it.”
Rating/Length: G/ ~ 715
AN: No one prompted this, I just wanted to write a little glimpse into Blaine’s life before Kurt.
Blaine spends the first half of December 25th behind the bar of the Starbucks, wearing a bright red apron and pulling espresso shots for harried New Yorkers heading to family gatherings. Or for those avoiding their family obligations all together. It’s his first Christmas in New York City – his first Christmas away from his parents, though not the first away from his brother.
set in early s3, pre-3x02 but after Blaine transfers, obviously
"Come on, we only get an hour before everyone comes home," Kurt says, tugging Blaine through the front door of his house. Blaine laughs and reaches for Kurt’s shoulder, but Kurt flinches away — it’s so subtle he passes it off as nothing. "I want to get my chance to kiss you senseless before we’re interrupted."
"This is nice," Blaine says as he’s pulled towards Kurt’s room. "Carpooling from school, I mean, since we go to the same school now and it’s not two hours away."
"Which is why I intend to take full advantage of it."
klaineunite prompted: fluffy christmas klaine
Blaine proposes to Kurt in the spring, and Kurt surprises Blaine with his own engagement ring right after he graduates.
Kurt mentions that Burt chipped in for some of the cost as a graduation present, but Blaine is barely listening, just ecstatic to have Kurt’s ring on his finger. He lets Kurt know - quite enthusiastically - just how happy he is later that night.
Kurt never actually proposes with the ring, though, or talks about proposing, so Blaine has no reason to think there’s anything out of the ordinary when he wakes up late on Christmas morning six months later.
Blaine’s groggy, just a little hungover from his introduction to eggnog the night before, but he still immediately notices that his engagement ring is missing from his finger, and his fiancé is missing from his bed.