AN: Just a little fluff, I hope you enjoy (:
This is written for my friend, Mackenzie, bowtiekiss on
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"Come on, Mike. I'm sure you can swing something. You just have to…woo her, I know you can. I mean, after all, your dancing is…" Blaine trails off as he holds the phone up to his hear, listening intently to whatever Mike is saying through the phone.
Kurt smiles as he stares at Blaine, unknowing, from the small courtyard, nestled against a brick column in the shade. Blaine's out in the sun, pacing near a picnic table and has been nattering with Mike on advice on how to ask Tina to prom for about fifteen minutes now.
"I know, I know. Okay, I'll give you some pointers, but fair warning, I'm not that much of a romantic. As you know, I made Kurt that bowtie ring for Christmas and wrote that speech…" Blaine stops, his face breaking out into a small smile at the memory. Kurt can't help but grin widely too, blatantly staring at Blaine. It would be a little creepy, but he's feeling extremely affectionate lately and he hasn't spent as much time with Blaine as he'd like lately.
So Kurt keeps staring, taking in all of Blaine's features. The way the sun puts that extra glimmer in his eyes never ceases to make Kurt's heart do that silly flip-floppy thing that can only be described as love. Blaine has wandered a bit closer to Kurt, his back still turned but only a few feet away.
"I kind of suck at romance, Mike. I'm sorry, man. I'll talk to you later though, okay? I have a lunch date with Kurt." Blaine hangs up the phone after saying his goodbye's. Kurt's chest does that fluttery thing again, because there Blaine is, ever-the-humblest when he really knows how to make Kurt swoon.
Blaine turns around quickly, only to come face to face with a blurry image of what appears to be a person. A hand over his mouth to shush him, Kurt giggles and Blaine relaxes, eyes softening from fright to that warm, honey-amber in realization. Kurt loves those eyes, they make love bubble in his chest.
"Oh, it's only you." Blaine smiles, lips quirking into a smile.
"That's no way to greet your boyfriend." Kurt teases, but Blaine's attention is focused on Kurt's lips and within seconds their lips are crashing together in the middle of the small space between them like they just can't help but chase that fleeting feeling of love. All sweet, tender brushes of lips before they're pulling away, flushed and breathless as they take in their surroundings. They're in public at school of all places and it makes their hearts thrum that much faster.
Blaine lets out a slightly apprehensive small chuckle, his breath tickling against Kurt's lips, reminding him just how much he wants to share his breath with Blaine's again.
"What?" Kurt smiles, a teasing smile that always manages to drive Blaine insane.
"I just really, really want to be kissing you right now." Blaine says, voice a bit rough and gravelly. cheeks pink with a lovely blush.
"I love you." Kurt lets out a sweet sigh, leaning in to press a quick peck to Blaine's pout because he can't not. Now when Blaine's looking at him like that, like he's the most precious thing he's ever seen.
"I love you so, so much, Kurt Hummel." Blaine replies immediately, like it's on instinct (because it is).
Kurt's chest is flooded with another rush of love, a pang that swells and consumed his entire heart. Blaine seems to do that to him a lot.
Kurt bites back a grin as he leans in and whispers into Blaine's ear, "Then come on, Mr. I'm-Not-A-Romantic, you've got my heart, now take me home and I just might let you have more of me."