Fic: Of Couches and Hello Kitty Pajamas, Kurt/Blaine, PG-13
Fic: Of Couches and Hello Kitty Pajamas
Fandom: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Words: ~2000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt and Blaine commandeer a couch and then don't really feel like leaving it. Not nearly porny enough, I'm sorry.
AN: So I saw this picture on tumblr. And then
rrrowr had to get me talking about couch cuddling and then this sort of popped out. So Ro, this is for you, babe. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Thanks also to joyful and sabbrielle , my sounding board and beta, respectively. ilu guys too.
All of the beds were taken. Tina’s party had, thankfully, been less horrible than The Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza of 2011. Kurt and Blaine had decided to forgo alcohol at this function, past experiences teaching them the folly of their ways. But when the party wound down in the early hours of the night neither boy could muster the will, or a sober team member, to drive them back to their homes.
And there was a bed shortage. Tina was an only child so there were only two beds in the house. Tina and Mike had passed out on her bed and Mercedes, Brittany, Santana and Quinn had managed to squish onto her parent’s larger bed. That left the two couches in the den and living room and the floor for the remaining incapacitated partiers. Puck and Lauren had long disappeared, to no one’s surprise. Rachel was unable to attend due to a recent spat with Finn. Sam had decided the floor was as good a place as any to pass out and Finn and Artie were top-and-tailing-it in the living room (not that way you pervs). These were the current sleeping arrangements because Kurt had commandeered the den early on for making out with his totally hot boyfriend.
Seriously, if Kurt knew Blaine would actually wear skin-tight jeans when Kurt refused to believe he owned any, Kurt would have to doubt Blaine’s wardrobe more often. Kurt made it about half way through the party before dragging his only slightly protesting boyfriend, “It’s rude Kurt, they’ll all know, and we’re leaving Tina to the mercy of – mmph,” into the neglected room.
They knew where they were, they knew how hot they could get off of each other, and neither teen was especially into exhibition, so they didn’t get far. But Kurt was mouthing at Blaine’s throat and squeezing his ribs, and Blaine was tracing lovely patterns along Kurt’s back and threading itchy fingertips through the hair of Kurt’s neck and it was perfect. The boys were cooling off when they heard a call down the hall.
“We’re all going to bed, you guys! Please don’t leave any fluids on my couch! Damn, I should’ve made that rule earlier… um, oh yea, night guys!” Tina slurred and they heard her walking awkwardly up the stairs.
“It seems our friends out did themselves again, Blaine” Kurt gave Blaine a wry look from his position on Blaine’s chest. Said chest rumbled comfortably under his cheek as Blaine replied, “And aren’t we smart to stay away.”
“They’re truly horrible influences,” Kurt pushed up from his position to grin in Blaine’s face and peck him on the lips, falling back quickly. “Ugh, I don’t want to move though. Do you want to drive back?”
“Not at all,” Blaine replied, running a hand over his face. “Can we just sleep here? No one has kicked us out for the spot.”
“Probably because they don’t want to see if we’re naked. As if we’re that crazed.” Kurt snuffled his nose against Blaine’s warm chest. Sleeping here did have a lot of benefits and he supposed skipping one nightly skin treatment for this kind of comfort and happiness would be worth it.
“Okay, let me get a blanket and see if I can steal some pajama pants from Tina’s room first. Those jeans must be killing you.”
“Worth it.” Blaine smirked but he adjusted his hips awkwardly and Kurt laughed.
A couple minutes later, Kurt returned with a rather large red mink blanket and a pair of black and hot pink Hello Kitty pajama pants from Tina’s room to find Blaine curled into the crease of the couch with his delicious, sinful pants stripped away. Underneath Blaine was wearing tight, black boxer briefs. Kurt’s throat made a strange strangled noise and Blaine looked up blearily before blushing.
“They were really tight,” he mumbled, reaching for the pair of pants in Kurt’s hand.
“Not complaining. Not in the slightest.” Kurt folded his own pair of shucked pants and placed them with Blaine’s.
After a second of fumbling and knocking elbows, they arranged themselves on the couch. Kurt stole the inside for fear of rolling off in the night and Blaine was happy to oblige, as it gave him the opportunity to plaster against his boyfriend as much as possible. Kurt laid back and put an arm around Blaine’s shoulders. Blaine laid his head against Kurt’s shoulder and wound his left arm and leg around Kurt, pressing fully against Kurt’s side. Blaine then pulled the heavy blanket over top and tucked it around their legs.
“Hmmm, we might get too warm…” Kurt whispered into the small space between their heads, voice already going soft from sleep.
“We can take our socks off…” Blaine yawned wide and buried his face in Kurt’s collar, snuffling slightly. Kurt’s hand reached around to pet Blaine’s hair and he turned to kiss Blaine’s forehead.
Squeezing his forearm Kurt whispered, “Night Blaine.”
“Night.” Blaine barely managed to breath out the word before his breath evened and deepened.
Blaine woke to a strange sensation. Raising his head slightly, he noticed his pillow of Kurt’s chest was wet and sticky.
Oops, probably going to be in trouble for that, he thought distantly before remembering the source of his disturbance. His right arm was lodged between Kurt, the couch and himself as he had rolled further on to his sleeping partner, and it had fallen completely asleep. Kurt was snuffling cutely and clutching spastically at Blaine’s hand on his hip in his own deep sleep. Blaine smiled with no small amount of adoration and turned attention to saving his limb. He moved his leg from its sprawled position over Kurt’s lap back to its pair and pushed slightly with his free arm on the back of the couch. Hopefully with a bit of finesse he could turn in Kurt’s arms to sleep on his other side and Kurt would be unawares. Blaine should have known that finesse at such an early morning hour was not a safe bet, and when he heard a louder snuffle from Kurt he knew he was not as smooth as he’d hoped.
“Buh?” Kurt spoke articulately.
“Shh just shiftin’…” Blaine spoke low and finished turning. Kurt turned with him and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist securely, pulling the shorter boy close in to his chest.
Blaine’s heart clenched with affection but his freed arm made its discomfort known immediately. For the next couple of minutes Blaine fought the urge to flap the arm to restore blood flow as it tingled and ached painfully.
Kurt must have sensed Blaine’s tense body because he stroked the arm and shushed the sleepy but annoyed boy.
“Too early, sleep,” he mumbled. Blaine focused on Kurt’s breath against his neck as his limb awoke. The breaths grew long and Blaine knew Kurt had recovered from the movement when his arm twitched against Blaine’s chest and the fingers tightened lightly.
Blaine loved hearing and feeling Kurt fall asleep and he so rarely got to. He cherished Kurt’s warmth as he drifted to sleep.
“Kurt? Hey, dudes, wake up.” Finn was the unlucky one with the job of waking Kurt on this wonderful morning.
“Go away,” Kurt said in no uncertain terms. Blaine’s head shot up and he opened one eye to glare at Finn’s unhappy and awkward face.
“Ugh, where am I?” Blaine shot an eye around and remembered. Tina’s den. Tina’s party. Tina’s house. Kurt’s erection poking his back. Well, that was new.
Blaine opened both eyes to the wicked and cruel sunlight and looked at Finn.
“What time is it?” he said in a whisper, to appease the sleeping Kurt.
“Around 10. We told Burt we’d be back before lunch. I really need to get some coffee before I can face my mom so we should go to the Lima Bean. I think some other people want to go too,” Finn replied, gesturing back to the rest of the house. Blaine nodded and waved Finn away. Finn apparently trusted Blaine’s wakefulness or maybe just didn’t want to know how naked they were under the blanket because he backed out of the room.
“Just remind him of the coffee and he should get up easy enough, dude.” Blaine nodded again and rolled to look Kurt in the face.
“Morning,” he whispered as he kissed Kurt’s nose softly. Kurt pouted but cracked open his left eye to look at Blaine.
“I heard mention of coffee.”
“You heard correctly.” Blaine smiled a bit wickedly at this endearing Kurt. He brought his hand down to Kurt’s hip and pushed forward a bit closer, feeling Kurt against his thigh.
“Hey mister. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Kurt’s eyes narrowed at him but his lips were parted and Blaine took the invitation, sliding his top lip into Kurt’s mouth to suck on Kurt’s bottom lip. Kurt hummed around the kiss but pulled back soon. “Morning breath. A true boner killer.” He stroked Blaine’s arm reassuringly and sat up, stretching his arms over his head. Blaine curled into the warm spot Kurt’s torso had left and stretched his back, hearing a small pop. Kurt let out a mighty yawn and twisted to look at Blaine’s hiding face.
“Come on, beautiful. Can’t hide forever.” Kurt squeezed Blaine’s side and he twisted back, before sitting up and pulling himself to the corner of the couch. Kurt was adjusting his hair, assessing the damage and time needed to return it to his previous stature, when he noticed the large spot on his shoulder.
“BLAINE. What is this?!” He turned and pulled the offending article forward to show his boyfriend.
“Oh. Oops. I guess I drool?” Blaine smiled apologetically and reached out to feel the crusty spot.
“You’re an absolute puppy.” Kurt glared and grimaced at his shirt. “Ugh, it looks… indecent.”
“Oh, it’s not that bad. I’ll pay for your dry cleaning. And you can use my cardigan until you get home.” Blaine bent forward to kiss the scowl from Kurt’s lips.
“I like the way you wake me up.” Kurt smiled, eyes half lidded with affection as he looked at Blaine.
“Better than a cup of coffee?” Blaine smiled, pulling his feet up and spreading his thighs to stretch his legs.
“Ha. No. That is the next step in your training.” Kurt pulled the heavy blanket off their laps. “When you wake me with a cup of coffee I’ll know you’re truly house broken, puppy.” Kurt smiled and stood, pulling Blaine up with him. He tossed an edge of the large blanket to Blaine and they folded it wordlessly, laying it over the back of the couch when they finished.
“Do you think Tina will mind if I borrow these pants until I get home? I don’t really want to put my own back on.” Blaine gave his tight jeans a sour look.
Kurt's eyes traced the line of Blaine's leg and he fought to suppress a smile. "I think Tina will be ecstatic that you have no problem wearing hot pink cartoon skulls and kittens in broad day-light."
"You won't mind being seen in public with me?" Blaine grinned and Kurt pulled him close, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. Blaine laid his arms around Kurt’s shoulders.
"Blaine, I willingly associate with Rachel Berry on a regular basis. I think I can handle one sartorial faux pas from you." Kurt nosed Blaine’s ear and spoke into the hair at his neck. “How did you sleep? I think I remember waking up.”
“Yeah, my arm fell asleep.” Blaine leaned into Kurt and breathed in his warm scent. A bit of sweat and a little like Tina’s house, but also a fragrance from one of his moisturizers, something a bit like baby powder. “I didn’t smother you, did I?”
“All smothering was completely appropriate and appreciated.” Kurt squeezed Blaine close, loving this warmth and openness. "Okay, I need coffee before I pull us back to the couch and fall asleep again." Blaine leaned up to kiss Kurt again, a smooth press of lips that made Kurt's toes curl, before they parted.
Blaine took Kurt's hand and pulled him towards the door. "Come on, before they send Finn back and he says something awkward." Kurt laughed at that and let his boyfriend lead him to his moaning and aching friends.
Good god I hate LJ formatting. It looks so normal in my word doc and then it looks awkward in LJ. :(
Comments and Criticisms always appreciated!
Fandom: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Words: ~2000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt and Blaine commandeer a couch and then don't really feel like leaving it. Not nearly porny enough, I'm sorry.
AN: So I saw this picture on tumblr. And then
rrrowr had to get me talking about couch cuddling and then this sort of popped out. So Ro, this is for you, babe. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Thanks also to joyful and sabbrielle , my sounding board and beta, respectively. ilu guys too. All of the beds were taken. Tina’s party had, thankfully, been less horrible than The Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza of 2011. Kurt and Blaine had decided to forgo alcohol at this function, past experiences teaching them the folly of their ways. But when the party wound down in the early hours of the night neither boy could muster the will, or a sober team member, to drive them back to their homes.
And there was a bed shortage. Tina was an only child so there were only two beds in the house. Tina and Mike had passed out on her bed and Mercedes, Brittany, Santana and Quinn had managed to squish onto her parent’s larger bed. That left the two couches in the den and living room and the floor for the remaining incapacitated partiers. Puck and Lauren had long disappeared, to no one’s surprise. Rachel was unable to attend due to a recent spat with Finn. Sam had decided the floor was as good a place as any to pass out and Finn and Artie were top-and-tailing-it in the living room (not that way you pervs). These were the current sleeping arrangements because Kurt had commandeered the den early on for making out with his totally hot boyfriend.
Seriously, if Kurt knew Blaine would actually wear skin-tight jeans when Kurt refused to believe he owned any, Kurt would have to doubt Blaine’s wardrobe more often. Kurt made it about half way through the party before dragging his only slightly protesting boyfriend, “It’s rude Kurt, they’ll all know, and we’re leaving Tina to the mercy of – mmph,” into the neglected room.
They knew where they were, they knew how hot they could get off of each other, and neither teen was especially into exhibition, so they didn’t get far. But Kurt was mouthing at Blaine’s throat and squeezing his ribs, and Blaine was tracing lovely patterns along Kurt’s back and threading itchy fingertips through the hair of Kurt’s neck and it was perfect. The boys were cooling off when they heard a call down the hall.
“We’re all going to bed, you guys! Please don’t leave any fluids on my couch! Damn, I should’ve made that rule earlier… um, oh yea, night guys!” Tina slurred and they heard her walking awkwardly up the stairs.
“It seems our friends out did themselves again, Blaine” Kurt gave Blaine a wry look from his position on Blaine’s chest. Said chest rumbled comfortably under his cheek as Blaine replied, “And aren’t we smart to stay away.”
“They’re truly horrible influences,” Kurt pushed up from his position to grin in Blaine’s face and peck him on the lips, falling back quickly. “Ugh, I don’t want to move though. Do you want to drive back?”
“Not at all,” Blaine replied, running a hand over his face. “Can we just sleep here? No one has kicked us out for the spot.”
“Probably because they don’t want to see if we’re naked. As if we’re that crazed.” Kurt snuffled his nose against Blaine’s warm chest. Sleeping here did have a lot of benefits and he supposed skipping one nightly skin treatment for this kind of comfort and happiness would be worth it.
“Okay, let me get a blanket and see if I can steal some pajama pants from Tina’s room first. Those jeans must be killing you.”
“Worth it.” Blaine smirked but he adjusted his hips awkwardly and Kurt laughed.
A couple minutes later, Kurt returned with a rather large red mink blanket and a pair of black and hot pink Hello Kitty pajama pants from Tina’s room to find Blaine curled into the crease of the couch with his delicious, sinful pants stripped away. Underneath Blaine was wearing tight, black boxer briefs. Kurt’s throat made a strange strangled noise and Blaine looked up blearily before blushing.
“They were really tight,” he mumbled, reaching for the pair of pants in Kurt’s hand.
“Not complaining. Not in the slightest.” Kurt folded his own pair of shucked pants and placed them with Blaine’s.
After a second of fumbling and knocking elbows, they arranged themselves on the couch. Kurt stole the inside for fear of rolling off in the night and Blaine was happy to oblige, as it gave him the opportunity to plaster against his boyfriend as much as possible. Kurt laid back and put an arm around Blaine’s shoulders. Blaine laid his head against Kurt’s shoulder and wound his left arm and leg around Kurt, pressing fully against Kurt’s side. Blaine then pulled the heavy blanket over top and tucked it around their legs.
“Hmmm, we might get too warm…” Kurt whispered into the small space between their heads, voice already going soft from sleep.
“We can take our socks off…” Blaine yawned wide and buried his face in Kurt’s collar, snuffling slightly. Kurt’s hand reached around to pet Blaine’s hair and he turned to kiss Blaine’s forehead.
Squeezing his forearm Kurt whispered, “Night Blaine.”
“Night.” Blaine barely managed to breath out the word before his breath evened and deepened.
Blaine woke to a strange sensation. Raising his head slightly, he noticed his pillow of Kurt’s chest was wet and sticky.
Oops, probably going to be in trouble for that, he thought distantly before remembering the source of his disturbance. His right arm was lodged between Kurt, the couch and himself as he had rolled further on to his sleeping partner, and it had fallen completely asleep. Kurt was snuffling cutely and clutching spastically at Blaine’s hand on his hip in his own deep sleep. Blaine smiled with no small amount of adoration and turned attention to saving his limb. He moved his leg from its sprawled position over Kurt’s lap back to its pair and pushed slightly with his free arm on the back of the couch. Hopefully with a bit of finesse he could turn in Kurt’s arms to sleep on his other side and Kurt would be unawares. Blaine should have known that finesse at such an early morning hour was not a safe bet, and when he heard a louder snuffle from Kurt he knew he was not as smooth as he’d hoped.
“Buh?” Kurt spoke articulately.
“Shh just shiftin’…” Blaine spoke low and finished turning. Kurt turned with him and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s waist securely, pulling the shorter boy close in to his chest.
Blaine’s heart clenched with affection but his freed arm made its discomfort known immediately. For the next couple of minutes Blaine fought the urge to flap the arm to restore blood flow as it tingled and ached painfully.
Kurt must have sensed Blaine’s tense body because he stroked the arm and shushed the sleepy but annoyed boy.
“Too early, sleep,” he mumbled. Blaine focused on Kurt’s breath against his neck as his limb awoke. The breaths grew long and Blaine knew Kurt had recovered from the movement when his arm twitched against Blaine’s chest and the fingers tightened lightly.
Blaine loved hearing and feeling Kurt fall asleep and he so rarely got to. He cherished Kurt’s warmth as he drifted to sleep.
“Kurt? Hey, dudes, wake up.” Finn was the unlucky one with the job of waking Kurt on this wonderful morning.
“Go away,” Kurt said in no uncertain terms. Blaine’s head shot up and he opened one eye to glare at Finn’s unhappy and awkward face.
“Ugh, where am I?” Blaine shot an eye around and remembered. Tina’s den. Tina’s party. Tina’s house. Kurt’s erection poking his back. Well, that was new.
Blaine opened both eyes to the wicked and cruel sunlight and looked at Finn.
“What time is it?” he said in a whisper, to appease the sleeping Kurt.
“Around 10. We told Burt we’d be back before lunch. I really need to get some coffee before I can face my mom so we should go to the Lima Bean. I think some other people want to go too,” Finn replied, gesturing back to the rest of the house. Blaine nodded and waved Finn away. Finn apparently trusted Blaine’s wakefulness or maybe just didn’t want to know how naked they were under the blanket because he backed out of the room.
“Just remind him of the coffee and he should get up easy enough, dude.” Blaine nodded again and rolled to look Kurt in the face.
“Morning,” he whispered as he kissed Kurt’s nose softly. Kurt pouted but cracked open his left eye to look at Blaine.
“I heard mention of coffee.”
“You heard correctly.” Blaine smiled a bit wickedly at this endearing Kurt. He brought his hand down to Kurt’s hip and pushed forward a bit closer, feeling Kurt against his thigh.
“Hey mister. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Kurt’s eyes narrowed at him but his lips were parted and Blaine took the invitation, sliding his top lip into Kurt’s mouth to suck on Kurt’s bottom lip. Kurt hummed around the kiss but pulled back soon. “Morning breath. A true boner killer.” He stroked Blaine’s arm reassuringly and sat up, stretching his arms over his head. Blaine curled into the warm spot Kurt’s torso had left and stretched his back, hearing a small pop. Kurt let out a mighty yawn and twisted to look at Blaine’s hiding face.
“Come on, beautiful. Can’t hide forever.” Kurt squeezed Blaine’s side and he twisted back, before sitting up and pulling himself to the corner of the couch. Kurt was adjusting his hair, assessing the damage and time needed to return it to his previous stature, when he noticed the large spot on his shoulder.
“BLAINE. What is this?!” He turned and pulled the offending article forward to show his boyfriend.
“Oh. Oops. I guess I drool?” Blaine smiled apologetically and reached out to feel the crusty spot.
“You’re an absolute puppy.” Kurt glared and grimaced at his shirt. “Ugh, it looks… indecent.”
“Oh, it’s not that bad. I’ll pay for your dry cleaning. And you can use my cardigan until you get home.” Blaine bent forward to kiss the scowl from Kurt’s lips.
“I like the way you wake me up.” Kurt smiled, eyes half lidded with affection as he looked at Blaine.
“Better than a cup of coffee?” Blaine smiled, pulling his feet up and spreading his thighs to stretch his legs.
“Ha. No. That is the next step in your training.” Kurt pulled the heavy blanket off their laps. “When you wake me with a cup of coffee I’ll know you’re truly house broken, puppy.” Kurt smiled and stood, pulling Blaine up with him. He tossed an edge of the large blanket to Blaine and they folded it wordlessly, laying it over the back of the couch when they finished.
“Do you think Tina will mind if I borrow these pants until I get home? I don’t really want to put my own back on.” Blaine gave his tight jeans a sour look.
Kurt's eyes traced the line of Blaine's leg and he fought to suppress a smile. "I think Tina will be ecstatic that you have no problem wearing hot pink cartoon skulls and kittens in broad day-light."
"You won't mind being seen in public with me?" Blaine grinned and Kurt pulled him close, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. Blaine laid his arms around Kurt’s shoulders.
"Blaine, I willingly associate with Rachel Berry on a regular basis. I think I can handle one sartorial faux pas from you." Kurt nosed Blaine’s ear and spoke into the hair at his neck. “How did you sleep? I think I remember waking up.”
“Yeah, my arm fell asleep.” Blaine leaned into Kurt and breathed in his warm scent. A bit of sweat and a little like Tina’s house, but also a fragrance from one of his moisturizers, something a bit like baby powder. “I didn’t smother you, did I?”
“All smothering was completely appropriate and appreciated.” Kurt squeezed Blaine close, loving this warmth and openness. "Okay, I need coffee before I pull us back to the couch and fall asleep again." Blaine leaned up to kiss Kurt again, a smooth press of lips that made Kurt's toes curl, before they parted.
Blaine took Kurt's hand and pulled him towards the door. "Come on, before they send Finn back and he says something awkward." Kurt laughed at that and let his boyfriend lead him to his moaning and aching friends.
Good god I hate LJ formatting. It looks so normal in my word doc and then it looks awkward in LJ. :(
Comments and Criticisms always appreciated!
