I walk down the hallway and Trinity had killed the cockroach and was sitting next to it with big eyes like “See, mama, I killed it for you!” So I started cooing over her and praising her. And I bent down to pick it up and the FUCKING BITCH HAD JUST STUNNED IT, AND IT STARTED CRAWLING AT ME AGAIN. AND SHE WAS REALLY GODDAMN SMUG ABOUT IT.
awhile ago there was a post discussing Blaine’s ass and so i wrote this. EXTRA-special thanks to my lovely merry for kicking my butt into gear when i needed it <3
When Kurt trails in from the kitchen, it’s to find Blaine exactly as he left him not quite a half-hour ago: strewn face-down across the bed, more or less dead to the world. He kicked the sheets down a bit though, probably in his pout over Kurt rousing him on his way to his first cup of coffee, so they’re tangled just below his knees. This leaves the truly spectacular view that is Blaine’s ass in morning sun directly in Kurt’s line of sight. Blaine’s wearing soft, heather grey briefs that are tight in a manner that is truly unfair; hugging at the curves of his ass and cutting across the cheeks perfectly. Other than that, he’s bare.
Kurt’s eyes roam appreciatively up his boyfriend’s back and across his shoulders, up to the patch of neck before messy curls encroach, sleep-soft and wild in a way that makes Kurt grin fondly. His arms are curled up under the pillow and Kurt trips around the light muscle there, the way the shoulder fits together and then back down, numbering ribs with his arms down to the trim waist and those mouth-watering briefs again.
It’s like a spread in a magazine, Blaine looks so perfect and though Kurt is loathe to interrupt this perfection, he suddenly needs his boyfriend awake and interacting. Padding further into the room, he nudges Blaine’s shoulder. “C’mon, bushbaby. Time to get up.”
“How did you get lost? You live here,” Blaine chuckled, though slightly frantic, as they continued roaming the city streets.
“Okay, first of all, this is a big city. You can’t expect me to know every single street,” Kurt said defensively. “And when they say the city is a grid and it’s almost impossible to get lost, they lie.”
“Mr. Shue is going to kill me if I don’t get back soon,” Blaine groaned, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “I’m just going to get directions.”
Kurt playfully grabbed the phone out of Blaine’s hand and held it above his head.