blueb1rd
Aug. 8, 2011, 2:40 p.m.
Big Spoon
Blaine Anderson likes to be the big spoon
K - Words: 396 - Last Updated: Aug 08, 2011 1,091 0 2 2 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: established relationship,
Author's Notes: written as a gift for gameboycolor on LJ, who asked for detailed cuddling
Blaine loved to be the big spoon.
He knew that made him a complete dork and that, with their height differences, it looked ridiculous. He didn't care. It wasn't something he could help, it had just happened that way.
He loved the closeness. He was always hyper aware of Kurt's presence and every single place their bodies connected when they cuddled like that. He loved listening to the other boy's slow and steady breathing as he slept, and the soft, often unintelligible murmurs that made it past Kurt's lips while he dreamed. He loved being close enough that the hairs at the nape of Kurt's neck tickled his nose, and Blaine could smell the other boy's shampoo every time he inhaled.
He was pretty sure it was his favorite scent in the world.
And the thing was, Blaine always strived to be the strong one. He wanted to be that guy, the one who had it all figured out. In reality, he rarely felt that way. Quite the opposite actually. Most of the time he felt like he was stumbling around in the dark while trying to convince everyone that, no really, he didn't need glasses - he could see just fine.
But when his chest was pressed snugly to Kurt's back and his arms were wrapped around the other boy's torso with their legs in a comfortable tangle, everything was different. He felt, for once, like he was someobody's protector. Like it was his job to keep Kurt safe, and warm, and loved. It was a special kind of intimacy, a quiet kind. It made his head swim in this warm and fuzzy and totally awesome way.
It made him feel like this was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
Because he didn't know how to woo someone without dramatic musical numbers and making a complete ass out of himself, and he couldn't give good advice to save his life. He didn't know how to be himself when locked behind the dapper shield provided by the Dalton uniform, and he'd forgotten how to handle problems in the real world. He hadn't known how to stand up for himself and keep the bullies at bay, didn't know how to get over the guilt of letting them get to him.
But he knew how to hold Kurt, and that was enough to make up for all the things he didn't.
He knew that made him a complete dork and that, with their height differences, it looked ridiculous. He didn't care. It wasn't something he could help, it had just happened that way.
He loved the closeness. He was always hyper aware of Kurt's presence and every single place their bodies connected when they cuddled like that. He loved listening to the other boy's slow and steady breathing as he slept, and the soft, often unintelligible murmurs that made it past Kurt's lips while he dreamed. He loved being close enough that the hairs at the nape of Kurt's neck tickled his nose, and Blaine could smell the other boy's shampoo every time he inhaled.
He was pretty sure it was his favorite scent in the world.
And the thing was, Blaine always strived to be the strong one. He wanted to be that guy, the one who had it all figured out. In reality, he rarely felt that way. Quite the opposite actually. Most of the time he felt like he was stumbling around in the dark while trying to convince everyone that, no really, he didn't need glasses - he could see just fine.
But when his chest was pressed snugly to Kurt's back and his arms were wrapped around the other boy's torso with their legs in a comfortable tangle, everything was different. He felt, for once, like he was someobody's protector. Like it was his job to keep Kurt safe, and warm, and loved. It was a special kind of intimacy, a quiet kind. It made his head swim in this warm and fuzzy and totally awesome way.
It made him feel like this was all he wanted to do for the rest of his life.
Because he didn't know how to woo someone without dramatic musical numbers and making a complete ass out of himself, and he couldn't give good advice to save his life. He didn't know how to be himself when locked behind the dapper shield provided by the Dalton uniform, and he'd forgotten how to handle problems in the real world. He hadn't known how to stand up for himself and keep the bullies at bay, didn't know how to get over the guilt of letting them get to him.
But he knew how to hold Kurt, and that was enough to make up for all the things he didn't.
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;__; I can totally see Blaine being the big spoon, and now you just gave him the perfect excuse to be it.
These are really good observations about Blaine.I find this line particularly accurate and what I think people miss often: "Most of the time he felt like he was stumbling around in the dark while trying to convince everyone that, no really, he didn't need glasses - he could see just fine." That's great imagery. Also like the point you make at the end about the uniform being his shield and the confidence the show showed us in S2 being different from the real Blaine. I think that's pretty accurate; the show just hasn't done a great job of acknowledging it and really showing us the Blaine character beyond his role as Kurt's boyfriend. The attempts they've made haven't been great and they've failed. Looks like they might be trying again...but not sure this isn't just another failed attempt.Anyway, to say for such a short Klaine scene! But this is great, thanks!