Didn't get a kiss? Get your money back!
So I stumbled upon this advertisement and inspiration struck, so … here you go.
Disclaimer: Neither the characters, nor the settings belong to me and I do not take profit in any kind by publishing this story. (Apart from love and reviews)
Nicht geküsst? Geld zurück!
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Didn't get a kiss? Get your money back!
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"Didn't get a kiss, get your money back?", Kurt reads with raised eyebrows. "And you seriously believed the backside of a shaver packaging?"
"It was worth a try!" Blaine huffs, crossing his arms defensibly and glaring at said shaver.
Kurt shakes his head, amused. "From your mood I take that it wasn't your lucky day?"
Blaine's face falls even further and he mumbles something inaudibly.
His best friend raises his eyebrows even higher in amusement. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"
"No, it wasn't ...", he mopes. "And Wes and David made fun of me." To his outrage Kurt just laughs at his face.
„So, I guess I have to send it back", Blaine sighs.
Kurt is now staring at him with a mischievous little smile playing around his lips.
„Well, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?" He is coming closer now, invading Blaine's personal space in a quite distracting manner.
"So, is there anything I could do to maybe … fix that little problem?", Kurt asks innocently.
"Uh ..." Blaine's eyes are transfixed on Kurt's bottom lip that he is biting coyly. Their noses are nearly touching now. "Well, I – You could... er"
"Yes?" Kurt's warm breath is puffing against his lips.
Blaine gulps audibly. "Kiss me?" It sounds more like a question and not like the invitation Blaine intended it to be.
Soft lips are suddenly pressing against his and all Blaine can do is close his eyes and carefully kiss back, before Kurt comes to his senses and realises that they are best friends. Nothing more.
Still, at the moment Kurt seems to be pretty certain about this, because not a second later his hands hesitantly find their way to Blaine's neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head and sending pleasant shivers down his spine. He inhales sharply, his own hands coming up to tenderly cup his best friends jaw.
His best friend. Who is kissing him right now. Oh, well.
They break apart with a soft smacking sound that should not sound as sexy as it does, eye lashes slowly fluttering open.
"So ...", Blaine says long drawn. His lips feel strange. In a good way, of course, but strange nonetheless, tingling and hypersensitive every time they press together.
"I guess I just saved you postage?"
Blaine cannot help but laugh at that. "My hero", he grins, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt's lips and marvelling in the way his eyes widen momently, before a mischievous twinkle makes them light up.
"I will have to find a way to repay you."
Very slowly a calculating smirk finds it way to Kurt's lips. "Oh, I'm sure I could think of something", he murmurs, before leaning back in.