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Be My Muse: Chapter 11


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 35/35 - Created: May 30, 2012 - Updated: Aug 30, 2012
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Author's Notes: A cutesy chapter that somehow leads to a sexual revelation for Blaine.A/N: This chapter features quite a bit of Italian and I'm aware that most of the phrases are awfully inaccurate and I'm really sorry about that. Translations will be in the end notes if you want to decipher what Blaine has to say as you read.

"Kurt honestly just stop moving" Blaine chastised lightly as Kurt kept wiggling his head in his giddy excitement. "Really you keep moving your head around so now your eyes are really close together and you just look cross eyed". He couldn't help but laugh as Kurt lunged forward and whacked him on the arm when he saw the botched sketch.


Kurt vowed to spend the weekend with Blaine after cancelling their session on Thursday to go out to dinner with Zach. On a date. Kurt had bounded into Blaine's apartment late Saturday afternoon and immediately knocked the breath out of him, throwing his arms around his shoulders and pulling him in tight. He knew Kurt was gushing about Zach and their time together but he couldn't bring himself to care. Kurt was there and he was happy, so Blaine was too.


"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll stay still I promise!" Kurt replied, sitting as still as a statue by the glass panes. The weak orange sun provided the perfect lighting. It made Kurt's skin glow and the most beautiful shadows form and flicker at the base of his throat and just under the left side of his jaw. Blaine had drawn Kurt so many times it felt like he had every inch of his face memorised. If Blaine was being honest most of the time Blaine only made Kurt sit for him so he could stare unabashedly at him under the pretence that it was ‘for the art' and not just to ogle him.


Blaine really made Kurt sit for him a lot so when Kurt made them switch late on the Sunday evening, he really wasn't surprised. He was, however, confused. Kurt had told him all about the concept for his piece and it didn't actually include Blaine in any shape or form at all. It involved Blaine's wolf, the one currently hiding out on the pages of a beaten up sketchbook. A sketchbook that Blaine had dug out from the bottom of his closet and entrusted to Kurt when he'd waxed poetic about Blaine's little wolf and how it was the embodiment of Blaine's ‘independent, strong and wild nature'.


So Blaine didn't really understand why Kurt wanted to draw him considering his final piece was going to consist of a wolf and nothing else but still, Kurt had insisted that it was necessary so that wolf Blaine still held some vague resemblance to human Blaine. Unfortunately for Kurt, sitting still for extended periods of time was incredibly difficult for Blaine. He was fidgety and he certainly didn't take sitting for Kurt very seriously.


For example, every time Kurt would look up Blaine was wearing a different expression, ranging from regular expressions like sad or contemplative to some ridiculous faces such as the time Kurt looked up to find Blaine with his eyes crossed and his tongue lolling out. It was at around about that point when Kurt gave up, huffing indignantly as a laugh burst its way out of Blaine, his eyes twinkling with mirth.


They decided to forgo working for a while and decided to just enjoy each others company. Blaine was eternally distracted, as he always was around Kurt. His eyes constantly slipping to watch Kurt's lips move as he spoke. He'd kissed him, a little peck, chaste and unassuming but god did Blaine crave more, so much more than just a light brush of lips.


"Voglio baciarti così tanto." Blaine whispered, blushing a little when Kurt paused and raised an eyebrow at him before continuing.

"I was- surprised. I just didn't think anyone was interested ya know? No one's ever really actually liked me, before Zach. Actually wanted to be my boyfriend".

"Tu piaci a me. Ti basterebbe schioccare le dita e ti darei tutto me stesso." Blaine knew Kurt couldn't understand him but it was a relief to tell him the truth aloud even if it was in another language.

"Okay so if we're gonna continue with this conversation the way it is I'm going to need a translation." Blaine just smiled sheepishly and shook his head.


.oO0Oo.


Eventually their conversation lulled and Blaine had something he had been dying to ask.

"Kurt," he began awkwardly "would it be okay if maybe I sketched your back?"

"Hmm?"

"You know for the wings? Actually it's okay, I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable. Just forget I said any-" Blaine stammered out.

"It's fine Blaine, of course" Kurt replied, rolling his eyes at him.

"I-Really? I mean are you sure?"

"Yes Blaine. So do you want me to take my shirt off or?"

"Please" Blaine's voice was slightly higher pitched and breathy and he coughed loudly to try and disguise the sound.


Blaine watched raptly as Kurt turned away from him and began unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it off so it was eventually pooled at his hips. Blaine stared at every new inch of pale skin that was revealed to him, marvelling at the flawless expanse of well defined muscle and the light dusting of freckles across Kurt's shoulders.


"You okay there Blaine?" Kurt asked after quite a while of Blaine's mindless gaping.

"Bene" Blaine replied distracted.

"English Blaine!"

"Fine! Fine! Just fine!"


.oO0Oo.

 

Blaine spent the rest of Sunday evening trying to memorise every line of Kurt's torso. He was slim and lean and virtually hairless and Blaine's entire body ached with the knowledge that Kurt wasn't his to hold or touch. Blaine couldn't fathom how Kurt was even real; his angel theory had never seemed so true. Blaine felt so inadequate now he'd had a glimpse at Kurt. His stomach seemed a little rounder even though Blaine actually had a little more muscle on him than Kurt did. He felt bulky and awkward compared to Kurt's elegant and slender build.


Blaine knew he was good looking, handsome and alluring but Kurt was something else. He was almost otherworldly, so beautiful it fucking hurt, bashful and a little innocent sometimes and well Blaine didn't even know that was a kink of his until Kurt but just the abstract idea was fucking hot.


By the time Kurt put his shirt back on and left, giving his excuses about how he was meeting Zach in the morning for coffee and that he needed to be up early, Blaine was crazily turned on and felt a little guilty, a little sleazy and a lot jealous.


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ahhh the translations killed me, so many feelings. Your characterization of Blaine is KILLING me, he is too adorable and i want to sit in a corner and cry at his hearbreakingly adorable italian vocab.

It's funny because I'm the same. I'm sitting there writing it like oh you, you're so adorable my sweet Italian heartthrob. And then the next minute I'm sobbing like oh my broken angel muffin baby why am I doing this to you! Because obviously I know what's to come so I sit here half crying tears of blood and evil laughing.

Hi! I love this story! I'm italian so here the correct translation: Voglio baciarti - I want to kiss you. Tu mi piaci - I like you. Darei tutto per te in un battito cardiaco - I'd give my all for you in a heartbeat. Bene - Fine

Ugh thank you so much! Sorry for messing the Italian up a little.

I feel so sorry for Blaine, he's got it bad! As always, I love this.

OMG BLAINE! Tell him in English dammit!!!! I do not want to see Kurt fall for Zach....