wishofwings
Jan. 15, 2012, 7:44 p.m.
Let Go
Something is bothering Kurt, and Blaine does his best to provide a distraction.
K - Words: 420 - Last Updated: Jan 15, 2012 871 0 0 1 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Romance, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Tags: established relationship,
Author's Notes: I wrote this as a submission for a friend, who was requesting Blaine and Kurt dancing together. And that's pretty much it! A fluffy little drabble thing.
“Why are you looking so serious?” Blaine flopped down on his bed next to Kurt, tilting his head inquisitively but not reading over Kurt’s shoulder (he’d learned by now that that was something he really shouldn’t do).
“Well, semester finals are a serious thing,” Kurt responded without looking up from his book. Blaine leaned back, peering at the book as covertly as possible when Kurt let out a sharp, “Stop that, it’s history.”
“Finals aren’t for another two weeks, though.” It’s not like Blaine didn’t study. He did. Just not two weeks in advance. That almost seemed abnormal, but Kurt had always been a hard worker. Blaine had thought before that it had been Dalton that made him that way, but Kurt seemed insistent on proving him just how wrong he was.
“Yes, and I have no intention of messing up my GPA senior year.” Kurt turned a page lazily, and Blaine watched him silently. Even two weeks was a bit insane for Kurt, and it certainly wasn’t what Blaine had had in mind for their Friday night when he’d invited Kurt over.
“I think you’re looking for a distraction.” As minutely as it was, Blaine saw Kurt react, saw his body still, and that was enough to confirm his suspicions. But Blaine knew when not to push, and this was certainly a ‘don’t push Kurt’ moment. So he rolled off the bed, missing the way Kurt’s eyes flicked to him almost desperately, and walked over to his radio.
“What are you doing.” It wasn’t a question because Kurt knew perfectly well what Blaine was doing.
“What am I ever doing?” Blaine hit play.
“I ask myself that multiple times a day.” Blaine heard Kurt sigh and the book shut.
“Any luck with that answer?” Blaine spun on his feet to the beat of the music, shimmying dramatically towards Kurt who cracked a smile.
“The jury’s still out.” They reached for each other almost in sync, Blaine pulling Kurt from the bed and jiggling his arms back and forth. “I’m going to guess and say you’re being ridiculous though.” Kurt was trying as hard as possible to sound unamused, but his lips were lifting in that smile, Kurt’s only-for-Blaine smile, and Blaine knew he was already letting go.
“Aren’t I always?” Blaine spun Kurt in a circle, bringing him close and smacking a kiss against his cheek that sent Kurt instantly into laughs.
“Always.” Kurt smiled back, loosening his neck, his shoulders, his hips, his legs. Schoolwork was a good distraction, of course. But Blaine would always be a better one.
“Well, semester finals are a serious thing,” Kurt responded without looking up from his book. Blaine leaned back, peering at the book as covertly as possible when Kurt let out a sharp, “Stop that, it’s history.”
“Finals aren’t for another two weeks, though.” It’s not like Blaine didn’t study. He did. Just not two weeks in advance. That almost seemed abnormal, but Kurt had always been a hard worker. Blaine had thought before that it had been Dalton that made him that way, but Kurt seemed insistent on proving him just how wrong he was.
“Yes, and I have no intention of messing up my GPA senior year.” Kurt turned a page lazily, and Blaine watched him silently. Even two weeks was a bit insane for Kurt, and it certainly wasn’t what Blaine had had in mind for their Friday night when he’d invited Kurt over.
“I think you’re looking for a distraction.” As minutely as it was, Blaine saw Kurt react, saw his body still, and that was enough to confirm his suspicions. But Blaine knew when not to push, and this was certainly a ‘don’t push Kurt’ moment. So he rolled off the bed, missing the way Kurt’s eyes flicked to him almost desperately, and walked over to his radio.
“What are you doing.” It wasn’t a question because Kurt knew perfectly well what Blaine was doing.
“What am I ever doing?” Blaine hit play.
“I ask myself that multiple times a day.” Blaine heard Kurt sigh and the book shut.
“Any luck with that answer?” Blaine spun on his feet to the beat of the music, shimmying dramatically towards Kurt who cracked a smile.
“The jury’s still out.” They reached for each other almost in sync, Blaine pulling Kurt from the bed and jiggling his arms back and forth. “I’m going to guess and say you’re being ridiculous though.” Kurt was trying as hard as possible to sound unamused, but his lips were lifting in that smile, Kurt’s only-for-Blaine smile, and Blaine knew he was already letting go.
“Aren’t I always?” Blaine spun Kurt in a circle, bringing him close and smacking a kiss against his cheek that sent Kurt instantly into laughs.
“Always.” Kurt smiled back, loosening his neck, his shoulders, his hips, his legs. Schoolwork was a good distraction, of course. But Blaine would always be a better one.