Bbdabomb
Dec. 1, 2011, 11:38 a.m.
Painting of a lover
It was perfect, as all of Blaine's paintings were, but this one was so personal that it was all the more perfect.Blaine likes to paint. Kurt doesn't mind cleaning up the mess.
T - Words: 408 - Last Updated: Dec 01, 2011 986 0 1 4 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Romance, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: established relationship, futurefic,
Author's Notes: The painting is of Kurt. I hope that is clear enough hahaP.S. if their are any mistakes, tell me! I didn't proof read. haha I don't know how to rate stories. Just a fore warning. There is really just some kissing and mentions at sex. Just sayin'.
“Oh, Blaine.” Kurt groaned as he walked into the small second bedroom of their apartment. “You’re getting paint all over your new clothes. Can’t you keep ONE outfit clean? Just one?” Kurt nagged in a loving manner, a sweet smile covering his face. He secretly loved that Blaine was messy, after all, opposites attract and it was working out well for them.
“Shh,” Blaine silenced Kurt as he stared at the canvas in front of him. Kurt craned his neck to see but Blaine’s body was blocking the very much Blaine-sized painting. Blaine added a few gentle strokes to the canvas then nodded once in approval and stepped back next to Kurt who had been drawing closer. He slung his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. “Do you like it?”
Kurt stared at the painting. It was perfect, as all of Blaine’s paintings were, but this one was so personal that it was all the more perfect. The perfect blend of yellows and oranges made the morning sunlight seem so real and warm as it streamed down from what Kurt knew was the window of their bedroom. The light fell onto bare porcelain skin, soft and flawless, a strikingly familiar patterned blanked tangled around long and muscled legs and draped over a naked bottom. Kurt blushed once he had fully taken in the sight, the sight that Blaine woke to nearly every morning.
“You don’t.” Blaine said, sounding disappointed and jumping to the conclusion based on Kurt’s blank expression and reddening blush. He let his arm fall from Kurt’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’ll scrap it if you want.”
Kurt leaned in, a fist full of Blaine’s shirt, shutting him up with lips over lips. “I love it.” Kurt whispered against Blaine’s lips. Blaine cupped Kurt’s face in his hands, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
“You better be paying for the dry cleaning.” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips as they kissed. Blaine broke away from the kiss, chuckling and looking at his boyfriend’s paint covered clothes, each splatter mark matching one that Blaine had on his own clothes.
“I will.” Blaine said, smiling into another light kiss.
“I think it’s time for you to get cleaned up.” Kurt said as he chipped a piece of dry paint off of Blaine’s face.
“I’ll wash your back, if you wash mine.” Blaine said, leaning in for another kiss and walking his boyfriend backwards to the bathroom for a shared bubble bath.
“Shh,” Blaine silenced Kurt as he stared at the canvas in front of him. Kurt craned his neck to see but Blaine’s body was blocking the very much Blaine-sized painting. Blaine added a few gentle strokes to the canvas then nodded once in approval and stepped back next to Kurt who had been drawing closer. He slung his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. “Do you like it?”
Kurt stared at the painting. It was perfect, as all of Blaine’s paintings were, but this one was so personal that it was all the more perfect. The perfect blend of yellows and oranges made the morning sunlight seem so real and warm as it streamed down from what Kurt knew was the window of their bedroom. The light fell onto bare porcelain skin, soft and flawless, a strikingly familiar patterned blanked tangled around long and muscled legs and draped over a naked bottom. Kurt blushed once he had fully taken in the sight, the sight that Blaine woke to nearly every morning.
“You don’t.” Blaine said, sounding disappointed and jumping to the conclusion based on Kurt’s blank expression and reddening blush. He let his arm fall from Kurt’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’ll scrap it if you want.”
Kurt leaned in, a fist full of Blaine’s shirt, shutting him up with lips over lips. “I love it.” Kurt whispered against Blaine’s lips. Blaine cupped Kurt’s face in his hands, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
“You better be paying for the dry cleaning.” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips as they kissed. Blaine broke away from the kiss, chuckling and looking at his boyfriend’s paint covered clothes, each splatter mark matching one that Blaine had on his own clothes.
“I will.” Blaine said, smiling into another light kiss.
“I think it’s time for you to get cleaned up.” Kurt said as he chipped a piece of dry paint off of Blaine’s face.
“I’ll wash your back, if you wash mine.” Blaine said, leaning in for another kiss and walking his boyfriend backwards to the bathroom for a shared bubble bath.
End Notes: Hope you enjoyed it :)