Feb. 1, 2014, 6 p.m.
Delivery Boy: Chapter 2
T - Words: 1,059 - Last Updated: Feb 01, 2014 Story: Complete - Chapters: 2/? - Created: Jan 31, 2014 - Updated: Jan 31, 2014 154 0 0 0 0
Second part due to popular request!
"Youre going to make me fat," Kurt whined as Blaine sat a couple of pizzas down on the table.
Blaine shook his head at him, grinning. "Dont be ridiculous." He flipped open a box and passed Kurt a slice of pepperoni. "Fatty foods are part of a healthy diet pyramid." He took a bite of his own slice. "And you dont turn down free food."
"Im pretty sure grease isnt in the food pyramid," Kurt retorted, biting into his own slice all the same.
"Oh hush and eat your food." Blaine chewed his mouthful of pizza. "At least you dont have to eat canned soup for dinner."
Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the kitchen and sighed. "I cant believe Santana forgot to go food shopping; after everythings she said about Rachel!"
"You can always rely on me to feed you," Blaine said brightly.
Kurt rolled his eyes fondly at him. "Ive eaten way too much pizza since we started dating."
Blaine set his pizza slice down. "Hey, thats not always me!" he protested. "Santana keeps ordering it!"
"True," Kurt agreed. He nibbled thoughtfully on a crust. "What were the special instructions last time, again?"
"Send the heart-eyed hobbit," Blaine reminded him. He blew out a dramatic sigh. "Even the new guy knew she meant me!"
Kurt hid his smile behind his second slice. "Do you have to work again tomorrow?"
Sighing, Blaine nodded. "I have to go straight there after class." He looked glum for a moment. "On the bright side, thats my last shift for the week," he added, perking up.
"Dont bring any more pizza back here," Kurt warned him. "Ill throw it in your face if you do."
Blaine laughed. "No, you wouldnt." He took a sip of water. "Hopefully I wont be stuck in this job working stupid hours for much longer." He reached across the table and took Kurts hand. "I feel like I hardly ever get to see you. Between college and work I barely have any free time."
Kurt rubbed the side of Blaines hand with his thumb. It was true that their busy schedules and Blaines inconvenient work hours meant they didnt get as much time together as theyd like. Blaine had taken the job not long after arriving in New York because hed really needed the money, but hed always been on the lookout for something better. His efforts into getting a different part-time job with better hours had doubled since he and Kurt had started dating three months ago, but New York was a competitive place to get a job in and it was taking longer than he liked. Kurt didnt really mind. It was a little annoying when he wanted to spend an evening with his boyfriend only for him to be working until late, but even the weeks when they could only manage one evening together and a couple of quick coffee dates between classes he was on top of the world. Being with Blaine and having him in his life was like a dream.
"Ill get a better job soon," Blaine said, sounding determined.
"One that doesnt make you stink of greasy food?" Kurt asked
"One that doesnt make me stink of greasy food," Blaine confirmed solemnly. "I might smell of coffee, though," he added as an afterthought.
Kurt squeezed his hand. "I can live with that."
They finished eating over conversations of classes, the book Blaine had leant Kurt to read, and a date they were planning for that weekend. Once again Blaine had taken back too much pizza and they left the uneaten slices on the table when they moved over to the couch, Blaine curling into Kurts side with a content sigh.
Kurt looked down at Blaine - and stifled a laugh.
Blaine heard the muffled noise and felt his chest shaking. He lifted his head, his brow knitting into a frown of confusion. "What?"
Kurt struggled to hide his smirk. "You have a little..." He half-raised a hand towards Blaines face, indicating a spot beside Blaines mouth with a small wave of his hand.
Sitting upright, Blaine slapped a hand to his face, and began wiping beside his mouth. "Is that it?" he asked, still frantically wiping his face, always managing to just miss the small smear of tomato sauce.
"No, its-" Kurt tried not to smile at the blush spreading across Blaines cheeks. "Here." He reached out and gently wiped the sauce away himself, the pad of his thumb dragging against the skin of Blaines cheek, slightly scratchy where his stubble was growing in. Blaine watched him with blown, dark eyes as he wiped his thumb on a tissue from the coffee table. He heard Blaine inhale sharply.
Before Blaine could do or say anything, Kurt darted forward and pressed his lips to Blaines. He slid a hand up to cradle Blaines face, his fingers tangling in the curls at the back of his neck. He felt one of Blaines hands slide round his back, holding him close as his lips parted against Kurts. Blaine tasted like tomatoes, pepperoni, and, beneath all of that, the familiar taste hed come to know as being Blaine.
He didnt think his heart would ever stop soaring when he kissed Blaine, nor did he think his nerves would ever stop singing with pleasure. Every time they kissed he felt just as excited and adored and invincible as he had the first time Blaine had kissed him in Central Park under the bloodshot sky of sunset. Blaine made him feel things he didnt think were possible.
They were so caught up in each other they didnt hear the apartment door slide open and Santana enter. They didnt hear her exasperated sigh when she saw them wrapped up in each other on the couch. Kurt vaguely heard the sound of heels against the wooden floors, but as they were walking away from them he didnt care; it would take more than some footsteps to get him to move away from Blaine, especially as Blaine made a small noise of pleasure in the back of his throat and pressed closer to him.
A hard cylindrical object was tossed in between them, hitting Kurt in the chest. Kurt and Blaine started, jumping back from each other and looking down in confusion. Frowning, Kurt picked up the bottle of lube that had been thrown at them. He and Blaine looked round to see Santana smirking at them.
"You can thank me for that at your wedding, as well!"