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The Fifth

It's the 5th of July, and the neighbors have leftover fireworks. Kurt is having none of it.


T - Words: 378 - Last Updated: Jul 05, 2013
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Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff,
Tags: established relationship,

Author's Notes: This is basically a drabble I haven't been able to get out of my head for the past week due to some noisy neighbors and near heart attacks of my own. Rated so for language and talk of sexytimes.

Bang.

"Goddammit, Blaine, I told you they weren't going to quit just because the fourth is over."

Blaine mumbles something unintelligible into his pillow, lax and apathetic to anything but his post-orgasm haze. He whines slightly when he feels Kurt get out of bed, the warmth gone from his side, and hears him pad quickly over to the window to snap the drapes shut.

"Kurt. Bed. Now," he groans, flipping over and throwing one arm over his eyes.

Kurt huffs, arms crossed, still staring at the window like it's personally offended him. He's wearing underwear again, which just makes Blaine frown harder. He'd been hoping for a round two before Burt and Carole got back from date night. "I'm not going to be able to sleep with those assholes blowing up everything they own." He taps his foot agitatedly against the soft carpet, jumping slightly when another bang goes off and a soft red glow permeates the curtains. "God, just when I think I'm finally about to get some sleep for the first time in a week..."

Blaine sits up, stretching his arms over his head and popping his back. He'd done it partially because he had hoped it would tantalize Kurt into getting back in bed, but Kurt is still turned away from him and glaring in the direction of the neighbor's house through the curtains. "Kurt, you are definitely not going to get any sleep standing up. Now get back here."

Kurt finally turns to him, one corner of his mouth turning up affectionately. "I don't know, I'm pretty sure if I get back in that bed there's not going to be much sleep going on anyway." His smile grows, and Blaine's does in return.

"Orgasms do wonders for sleep, Kurt." He grins lewdly and holds out a hand, waggling his fingers in invitation.

Kurt sighs and starts making his way back, teasingly slow, just as another low-grade firework goes off outside. He squeezes his eyes shut in frustration and starts to turn back to the window, but Blaine lurches forward and grabs his hand, yanking him down onto the softly tangled sheets.

"C'mon, we can make our ownfireworks." Blaine's eyebrows waggle ridiculously, and Kurt has to laugh, letting himself be pinned down under Blaine's hands and lips and warm weight as sparks fly outside.


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