December 7

Hey, Wes?

Myeah?

What do you want for Christmas?

I haven't thought about it, really

I mean aside from you.

Oh.  Do you want something?

I don't think I'd turn down a present.

I’ll try to figure something out then

After my class we should hang out

I've been thinking about hanging out with you all day.

Really?

Really. I can't wait for you to get home.

Neither can I.  You’re so hot

You're so much fucking hotter.

I just want to fucking ravish you.

God Wes now I have a situation in the middle of class

Fucking hate you right now

Ooh! You know what?

I could just keep going.

And fucking going.

Screw you

Mm. Yes please.

Ass

Yours. Is fantastic.

Screw this I’m leaving the classroom

Yes. You get your fantastic ass back here right now.

Can’t come home yet.  I need to talk to my idiot professor

Tell him that your fucking sexy ass boyfriend has a need and you're required to come home immediately to fix it.

And how’s that going to get me to pass this course?

Bring him home. You'll pass with flying colors.

Are you suggesting a threesome with my professor?

Is he hot?

He’s like 50

So is George Clooney.

He gave me a D on my last paper.  I’m not that fond of him

I could just get rid of him. Or we could just punish him together.

Damn you’re actually considering this.  Do you know how weird that sounds?

I'm sorry, I'm just so fucking ready for you to be here.

I know.  But I can’t let that D slide.

I'm so looking forward to letting that D slide.

Asshole

Exactly.

I found the most secluded area of the school.  And I need it, thanks to you

Mm. Good. When are you coming home? I'm having my own issues.

After I talk to my professor

I'm going to be so fucking angry when you get here.

Good, I like you like that

I mean so fucking angry. I hope you're not wearing that nice buttondown today, because I'm going to fucking tear your shirt off. Fucking literally.

Dang, I like this shirt

Sorry I'm not sorry.

Fine, I’m leaving campus now asshat

I'll be fucking waiting.

So impatient

I need you. Hurry the fuck up.

Geeze, you’re impatient

Almost there

Good.

Coming into the building

Fucking waiting.

Standing outside the fucking door.  Maybe I’ll just hang out here for a bit

Wes just about snaps, tearing out of the chair he’s sitting in, and practically running to the door, whipping it open.  His eyes are furious as he looks at Sebastian, and he reaches out to grab the other by the shirt collar to pull him into the apartment.

“Don’t.  Ever.  Keep me waiting.  Again.”

“Sorry about that.”

Sebastian’s expression is smug as he lets himself be pulled in.

“No you’re not.  I can tell.”

Wes slams the door shut at the same time as he pulls Sebastian in, wrapping one arm around him and holding him there.

“What’s wrong, Wes?  Couldn’t wait for me to just walk in?”

“You act like you don’t even want to be here.”

“Well, I kinda wanted to talk to that idiot professor of mine.”

“Seriously, it couldn’t wait?”

“It is waiting.  I came here instead of talking to him.”

“Good.  It took you long enough to come to that conclusion.”

“Like I said, I’m sorry.  Now kiss me.”

Wes wastes no time obliging and presses his lips against Sebastian’s, his hands pulling at the other’s shirt.  

Sebastian kisses back, attempting to lift his own shirt up and off.

Realizing what Sebastian’s doing, Wes decides to help him, and pulls up and off at the same time, then pulling off his own shirt as well.

Sebastian hums in approval and presses against Wes, kissing fiercely.

Wes purposely breaks their kiss and makes his way down Sebastian’s neck to his collarbone, nibbling the whole way down.

Sebastian pushes Wes away, bending down and recapturing his lips.

Half-snarling for a fraction of a second, Wes presses forcefully back into Sebastian’s kiss, his fingers tucking themselves in the waistband of the other’s pants.

“God, Wes, yes.”

Sebastian stops acting in control and lets Wes do what he wants.

Wes lets out a sound that can only be compared to a growl and he pulls on Sebastian’s waistband, pressing against him and biting at his neck.

“Never keep me waiting.”

“Ne-ever...”

“Fuck right.”

“Wes.”
“Sebastian...”

Wes’s hands trail down Sebastian’s sides as he kisses down the other’s shoulder.

Sebastian’s hands roam all across Wes’s back as he tries to hold Wes as close as possible.

“So.. fucking... angry... hot...”

“Really? I... don’t... think... you’re... angry... enough...”

“Impossible.  So fucking... angry...”

“You... I... hate you...”

“I fucking love it when you hate me.”

“Let’s just get on with it, jerk.”

Wes makes a throaty growling sound and grabs Sebastian by the collar, dragging him to their bedroom.

What final do you have tomorrow?

Music History.  Ugh.

That bad, huh?

Least favorite class.  I don’t see the point in it.  I’m not writing music in the past...

Is it your last one?

Thank god yes.

That’s good, at least.

Sucks that your last exam is a Saturday, though

I’d rather have it Saturday than have to wait through till Monday.

You have a point there.  Awww if only I wasn’t working, I’d come cook something for you while you’re studying.

You’re such a sweetheart!

But if you were here, I’d get no studying done.  

At least of the music history sort.

That’s true.  As much as studying Beethoven is fun, I like it when you study me

I’m pretty close to getting an A in Kurt 101.

Oh, I just remembered, you have one more exam after Music History.  Tomorrow evening.  Kurt 101.

WHAT?! I haven’t studied for that one!

I’m sure you’ll do fine.  It’s open book

I’m still nervous. I mean, I didn’t know I had to take a test.  Though, open book should make it easier.

Relax, Blaine.  You’ll be fine.  You’ve done well on all of the essays and assignments.

Yeah, but I’m a music major.  This will be a performance piece.

But you’re an incredible performer.

This.. is making it really hard... for me to study.

Then I’ll stop?  Go back to my job?

I hardly think that’s necessary.

But you’re studying.  And if you’re worried about a class you’re most certainly going to get an A+++++ in, then you should definitely focus on Music History

Okay, okay.  You’re wrong, but you’re also right.

How?

I’m definitely not going to get an A in anything.  

I know you’ll get an A in Kurt 101.  And I have faith in you for your other classes

Again, you’re such a sweetheart.  Okay, maybe I’ll pass with flying colors in Kurt 101.  But Music History wants me dead.

I live to please.  And to fix fashion victims.  And that’s why you have to stuuuuuuuudy

Okay, okay, okay. I’m going to go study.  But I’ll miss you.

I’ll miss you too.  Isabelle wants me to come to a meeting with her, don’t know what for.

Have fun with that.  Tell her I said hello.

I don’t think the two of you have even met yet, gasp.  We’ll have to remedy that one day

We haven’t. She’s in charge, right?

Yup, she’s like a fairy godmother to me.  She hired me straight out of high school, and I’ve been at Vogue ever since

I’m jealous that you have a fairy godmother.

Awwwwwwww STUDY

Kurt.  Nineteenth century composers.  My brain is exploding.

Don’t ask me, I’m more of a Broadway fan

I’m going to compose that shit someday.  Gonna be the next like, John Williams.  Yes.

I think you mean Sondheim.  Or Andrew Lloyd Webber

Nope.  John Williams is my favorite modern composer.  But I like Broadway over movies, so, I’m combining the two.

You do that

And then everyone will be like, ‘OMG Blaine Anderson? I went to school with him.’ or ‘OMG, I dated him once!!’

Wagner

I’m sorry?

My favourite nineteenth century composer

:P

Tchaikovsky.

Pardon me?

My favorite nineteenth century composer.

Ohhhh.  Nutcracker <3

There’s my fluffier side for you.

Very impressive.  Tchaikovsky ranks just under Wagner for me.  But I can’t resist the beautiful Lohengrin

Kurt, why are you so... perfect?

I don’t know.  Any ideas?

This is the part where I list off all of the things that I love about you.  Your eyes.  Your facial expressions.  Your fashion sense.  Your laughter.  Your hippo pin.  The way you smell.  Should I keep going?

If there’s more, I’d love to hear/read it

Your voice.  Your skin.  Your hands.  Your expertise in the kitchen.  The way you make me feel.  The way it seems like the sun comes only from you.  The inspiration I get when you’re around.  Keep going?

You’re making me melt into a puddle of fluff in the office.  Do continue

The way I can make you melt into a puddle of fluff in the office just through text messages.  The way you pretend that my hair looks okay without gel.  The way our voices sound together.  Your bed.  That one pair of red pants you have.  The way you hate snow, but kind of like it when it happens and I’m around.  More?  Cause I can do this all day.

Your hair does look okay without gel, no pretending about it

More please.  This is making my day

That I’m making your day.  That you’ve made mine just by saying that.  The cute way your nose kind of scrunches sometimes.  How you’re dedicated to your job enough that you won’t blow it off to spend the day in bed with me.  That all you’d have to ask is that I spend the day in bed with you and I’d quit school.  The way you make my heart explode.  Your kiss.  The way you fit so perfectly in my arms.  The Grasshopper Brigade.

I’m actually smiling like an idiot at my phone right now.  You’re so perfect

No, you’re perfect. I thought you had a meeting?

CRAP I do.  I did.  Isabelle’s gonna murder me...

Just show her those texts.  Maybe she’ll let you leave work early even.

Maybe.  I don’t know.  Ugh.  I should go talk to her.

Go.  Nineteenth century composers are calling out to me anyway.

But, before you go...

I love you, Kurt.

Yes, go study for Music History.  And don’t forget Kurt 101, tomorrow night, 6pm, your apartment.

I love you too, Blaine.  So, so much

I love when you make my heart explode.

I love when you make my heart explode

Go to your meeting!

Going~ STUDY

Studying.

[30 minutes later]

Love you!

[An hour later]

Love you more.

Wow, that’s so dorky.

Where were you?

I was panicking, but things kept happening and I couldn’t text

Studying in my bedroom with my phone in the kitchen.  So that I couldn’t text you.

I see

Smart

Doesn’t change the fact that I was legit freaking out

I’m sorry.

Let me make it up to you?

How do you propose that?

There are several ways.  I can sing to you.  Make you dessert.  I’ll let you listen to me attempt to play the trumpet.  I can spend hours folding up little pieces of paper into snowflakes.  Cuddle under that blanket you like.  Watch Friends with you.  You know.  Whatever.

No snowflakes, ‘cause then I’d be tempted to kiss each and every paper cut.  I like the idea of cuddling under that blanket, though.

Can I wear sweatpants?

If you could see me right now, you’d know the answer to that question

If I can swear sweatpants, I’ll leave my hair ungelled.

Why does it have to be sweatpants?

Kurt.  They’re sooooo comfortable.  I’ve been wearing them all day.  Drawstring freedom.  I guess I could swear flannel pj pants.  The red and black plaid ones.

Oh, I like those.  You can wear those.  And ungelled hair.

Fine, but I’m not wearing a shirt if I have to have ungelled hair and if I have to compromise on the sweatpants.

That’s okay ;)

I didn’t think you’d disagree, really, cause I compromised on the sweatpants.

Oh, stop whining :P

There’s only one way to make me stop whining.

And that is...?

Unfortunately, you have to be here for it to work.

I wish I could leave work early

Too bad.  I’m eating baby carrots.

You mean you’re not eating the lunch I left for you?

I kind of ate that for breakfast.

Seriously?

...yeah.  I was hungry.  You wore me out.

Riiiiiight.  And I had to go to work this morning despite it all

I’m sorry.  Actually I’m not.

People noticed, you know.  How sore I was

Really?  Now I feel bad.

Don’t feel bad

I’m gonna.  Now I’m going to go eat a gallon of ice cream.

Oh, don’t do that

Chocolate chip.

Oh god.  How can I stop you from eating that?

You can’t. It’s so good.  Eating my sorrows.

Okay, fine.  I guess ice cream isn’t too bad for you

[30 minutes later]

Oh my god, Kurt.

I think I’m dying.

Ohmigosh Blaine what’s wrong?

So... much... ice cream...

You shouldn’t have eaten so much v,v

I need to go lay down.

Yes, go lay down.  Don’t get sick before your exam

Already on my couch.  In my SWEATPANTS.  Trying to decide what movie to watch.

Good.  Yuck.  Elf

You’re just jealous of the sweatpants.  And Elf isn’t in Netflix.

I don’t like sweatpants.  And Sadface

But Kurt.  I’m in the sweatpants.  Don’t you wish you were them?

Charming

I’m watching really old SNL episodes.

Oh?

The Coneheads are on Family Fued.

It’s not as funny as I thought it would be.

Haha.  I’m almost done at work!

Oooh!  Did Isabelle forgive you?

After a bunch of groveling on my part she finally told me it was no big deal and she had only suggested I come, not expected me

Oh, well, soo does that mean that I can forever send you text messages randomly about things I love about you?

Yes.  Starting again now.

I love when you hate my sweatpants.  And that you like the movie Elf.  When you smirk.  The way you tried to steal my $10 when we first met.  And how you tried to pay for dinner on our first date.  That you’ll still love me when I weigh 500 lbs from eating gallons and gallons of chocolate chip ice cream.

The sad part is, that last one is true

Really?

Yeah.  I’ll love you no matter what happens

No matter what?

No matter what.  Even if disaster hits I’ll still love you

I love you so much.  I never want to let you go.

I will never say goodbye to you.  Ever.

[10 minutes later]

You... don’t make me cry again.  Okay?

Is that where you went?  I’m sorry.  Love you.

It’s okay.  No, it just happened that it was a particularly sad part of this romcom, and then you said that at the same time, and I think my heart exploded.  You need to stop doing that.  Okay, no, don’t stop.

I love that I can make you feel like that.

That’s my favorite thing that I love about you.

It’s my favourite thing that I love about you

I wish you were here.

I’m actually just packing up at the office

Are you actually coming over?

Do you want me to?

Have you studied enough?

Of course I want you to come over.  When have I not wanted you to come over?  Duh.

And... I can get by on what I’ve studied.  I mean, I have a B in the class so far.  A C wouldn’t kill it too much.

Come over.

Okay!  I’ll text Rach on my way home

I’m not changing out of my sweatpants.

Not even into those cute pajama bottoms I love?

But I’m so much cuter with the sweatpants.  And the messy hair.

No shirt

Deal.

Yay~

This is just a double check on the fact that you’ll still love me when I’m 500lbs, cause I’m pretty sure I gained that much from the ice cream.

Yes.  I may not like it, but I’ll love you.

I’ll love you forever

Never saying goodbye

Kurt.

Exploding.

I fully expect to know just how much you like what I said when I walk in

Duh.  Like that was even a question.

Good :D

OH MY GOD FASHION VICTIM IN THE VOGUE OFFICE

Haha!  Who was it? A coworker?

Yes.  I’ve never been so mortified

I know it wasn’t you.  That would never happen.  So, what, did they like string him up by his toes or something?  Throw stones?  Did he get fired?!

I left so I don’t know.  But I’m sure someone pounced on him

You’re on your way?!

Of course~