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A fic inspired by (luximy.tumblr.com/post/76907094481/shoutout-to-sam-for-letting-me-paint-a-sunset-on) this glorious picture featuring artist Blaine and flowers and shirtless men. Also on my (kisscolfers.tumblr.com/post/78344155592/sunflowers) Tumblr! Blaine knew it was Kurt's favorite flower, because it grew so tall and looked like someone reached up and grabbed it straight from the sky.


T - Words: 1,801 - Last Updated: Mar 01, 2014
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Categories: AU, Cotton Candy Fluff, General, Humor, Romance,
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,
Tags: established relationship,

 Blaine had a studio apartment in Brooklyn. It was a big apartment despite its style, but it only could fit one bed. Not that he really needed two, he lived alone except for the nights Kurt would come and sleep over. They slept together on those nights, cuddled close and spooning. Kurt liked sleeping at Blaines more than his own apartment. It smelled like like musty rain and flowers.

He always had so many flowers. They would be propped up in plastic cups and vases filled with water, they infested the fridge for them to keep longer, on the desk was a different bouquet every week. Petals were always scattered around, either dead or dying. Blaine liked different kinds of flowers, he liked the diversity, so his bundles were never planned or organized to compliment each other. It was a mess of Asters and Gardenias, various roses, Sun Flowers, Begonias, Gazania, and Gerbera. Blaine could name only few of them, but Kurt knew which ones were his favorite.

Canvases littered the place as well. He painted the flowers, the paintings would hang from the walls and scatter the edges of the floor, waiting to be put up. Empty canvases and sketchbooks resided in the one bedroom the apartment had, but Blaine had transformed it into an art studio. The bed was set up in the living room where a large window let in a lot of light. Blaine liked to keep it open, to air out the paint fumes and get fresh air.

With all of his art supplies and canvases and flowers, Blaines flat was organized and clean. When he wasnt at classes or painting he tidied up and put things where he thought they should be for easy walking room.

It was summer when Kurt came over while Blaine was about to fall asleep. It wasnt particularly late, the sun was still kind of high, but it had been a long day. He was exhausted, he just got back from one of his art classes and he wanted the day to be over. But he smiled when he heard three knocks on the door. Kurt always had to knock like that, it was adorable.

He walked over, stopping to push a canvas back up the wall so he didnt trip on it later, and opened the door to see Kurts face in a scowl.

"Bad day?" Blaine said groggily, eyes blurry from sleep. Kurt sighed and pushed past him, kicking his shoes off and setting his bag on a chair.

"Rachel and Santana are driving me insane, I cant handle being near them when they are fighting. I had no choice but to come over," He smiled thinly. Kurt took on Blaines shirtless torso, loose pants and ungelled, mussed hair. "Did I wake you up?"

"Not really," Blaine said, going over to pick at a vase of flowers he set by the fridge. He didnt know the name for them, but they were vibrant turquoise with petals in little hooked spikes. The flower shop said they got them for Blaine especially, because Blaine loved exotic flowers. They matched Kurts eyes. "I got new flowers today, the shop ordered these for me."

"Theyre beautiful," Kurt admired them, "They match my eyes."

"I know." Blaine blushed. He got a glass out of his cupboard and filled it with water from the sink. "You look thirsty."

Kurt laughed and gave thanks. Blaine always had some kind of intuition on other people, it reminded Kurt of his mother.

The radio switched on behind him loudly, the static startled him, making him spill water on his shirt. Blaine saw Kurts struggle and turned the volume down, then went over to apologize.

"Im so sorry, I had no idea that would scare you." He saw the water stain on the front of Kurts shirt and took the glass from him, putting it on the counter. "Oh no, Im so sorry. Do you want another shirt? Ill stick this one by the window to dry."

Kurt laughed at Blaines genuinely worried expression, taking the glass off the counter and giving it to Blaine. "Calm down, have a drink, its just water. It wont stain, plus its hot in here."

"Okay," Blaine took a drink like he was told, the went back over to where the radio was still playing static. He plugged in his iPod and turned it up slightly. The speakers popped twice before music came on with a slow relaxing beat.

Kurt peeled his shirt off and set it in the sunlight near the window on a desk. He took off his belt as well, then debated on whether or not he should loose the pants. They had been dating for a year or so, so they were pretty open about being naked with each other. It was comfortable and domestic, and Kurt loved that he could be naked when they werent having sex.

He thought taking them off would be the better choice then being sweaty and gross.

Blaine raised an eyebrow when he saw Kurt practically naked, spread across the bed taking in the summer breeze. He didnt question it, he slipped his off as well, then joined Kurt where he moved over to accommodate for Blaines small frame.

They kissed, all lips and light touches, before they both relaxed in each other and stared at the ceiling listening to Blaines play list, taking in the summer for all it was worth.

Blaine dozed off for a bit, closing his eyes, feeling hyper aware of Kurts hand linked with his and Kurts heartbeat that he could feel though the palm. The birds chirped and the city sounds clashed with the music playing.

The song changed. Blaine smiled, Kurt told him to put it on. He said it was one of his mothers favorite songs. He sang along and smiled at Kurt, who had fallen asleep next to him on his stomach. Blaine admired how the light of the twilight made his skin glow in pale orange. It had cooled down to a comfortable warm temperature, but their skin was still sticky. It made Blaine feel lazy and drunk on life. It gave Blaine an idea.

He shifted to kiss the side of Kurts neck and shoulder, one hand on his back rubbing back and forth steadily. Kurts eyelashes fluttered, then his piercing blue eyes were smiling at him.

"What do you want?"

"Can I paint you?"

"I dont care, m not moving." He slurred. Blaine got up and went to his studio for small paints and medium brushes, he got a paper towel and a broken CD he used as a pallet, then a sketchbook.

He opened the sketchbook open to a new page and set it beside Kurt. He put all the gathered supplies on it and straddled Kurts thighs.

"What are you doing?" Kurt laughed, clearly awake now. He looked back to see Blaine with curls sticking off his head and a paintbrush in his hand.

"Im painting you." He deadpanned, smiling back.

"I thought you meant on a canvas."

"I always paint on canvas," Blaine dipped his brush in the blue paint, then pushed Kurt so he was flat with the mattress. "Im trying out a new medium."

"Fine, but I want to see it when its done."

Blaine touched the paint to Kurts skin. It was a little warmer than room temperature, it must have been sitting in the sun, but it dried cool on his skin. It was relaxing like a massage.

The brush glided over Kurts taught muscles easily, spreading the paint so his back was sky blue mixed with green by the bottom, yellow and orange was faded at his shoulders. The paint dried fast, but not fast enough for Blaine. He wanted to add a second layer without obstructing the background, so he blew lightly over Kurts back.

"Are you blowing on me?" Kurt giggled, feeling a tickle. He wanted to see, but he knew if he moved Blaines work would be damaged.

"I want it to dry faster!" Blaine retorted with a grin. He touched Kurts sides where there was no paint. Kurt could feel his fingertips skirt along his ribcage with dried paint and calluses on them. Blaine leaned over to leave a lingering kiss on the back on Kurts neck. "Ill stop if you want me to."

"I dont mind," Kurt smiled, closing his eyes, feeling the paint dry. He could tell Blaines cock was half hard by the way it pushed on his ass, but neither of them were really paying too much attention. Blaine stared at a Sun Flower across the room with a smile while Kurt tried to watch as Blaine did so.

When the paint was dry Blaine dipped the paintbrush in yellow and made a big circle. He filled it in with more yellow and then made spokes coming out of it. He kept looking over to where the sunflower was to make sure he got the shapes right. Kurt closed his eyes, loving how intimate it felt to have Blaine painting on him, making him a living work of art.

"When youre done are you gonna hang me on your wall?" Asked Kurt.

"No, I think Ill just keep you in my bed." Blaine said, moving onto the orange.

"Wow, so romantic." Kurt said sarcastically. Blaine made a playfully offended sound and put a dab of paint where he kissed the back of Kurts neck earlier. Kurt made a strangled sound and turned back to face him, Blaines eyes scrunched just right in the smile he loved. He couldnt stay mad.

"You love my bed." Blaine stated. Kurt settled back down in the mattress silently laughing. Blaine continued to paint.

He grabbed the CD case and put orange and black into it to make a brown, then dabbed it on Kurts skin in the middle of the circle he made in yellow. He added a few touches of white before he said he was finished. He climbed off, leaving for his studio to grab his Nikon camera. Kurt started to get up before he was pushed back down by Blaine straddling him again.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Im tired of laying like this, hurry up."

Blaine took a few pictures, but his favorite was one where Kurts smile was apparent. His hair was slightly messy and the places where Blaine touched him with wet paint on his hands were apparent. He set all the paint and supplies on the floor and climbed off for good. Kurt sat on his knees, begging to see what it looked like. Blaine showed him the picture where he was smiling, the light hitting him an an ethereal way.

"I love it, Blaine," Blaine knew it was Kurts favorite flower, because it grew so tall and looked like someone reached up and grabbed it straight from the sky. "Its my favorite flower."

Blaine kissed him slow, and lazily. There was a flash of tongue before Blaine laid the final peck and pulled back.

 

"I know."


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