Summary: Kurt spends a lazy Saturday laying naked across Blaine's bed as his boyfriend sketches every perfect inch of the man he loves. Just some fluffy fluff to make you smile.
Rated: T for the nakedness and one suggestive comment.
"Are you done yet?" Kurt whined out, staring across the room at his boyfriend. Blaine was sitting in front of a canvas, brush in hand, staring intently at the pale figure laying across his bed.
"Are you kidding? This stuff takes time, Kurt."
"We've been at this for an hour, Blaine. An hour."
"It takes more than an hour to capture your beauty, love." Kurt gave a tiny smiled and sighed, resting his head back onto his hands.
The room was filled with the sounds of Blaine's quick brush strokes and, once in a while, a beautiful hum or airy whistle.
"What if your dad walks in? He hates me enough already; I think this will just make it worse."
Blaine's care-free laugh filled the room and calmed Kurt down. After all, he had no reason to worry; Blaine's father was on an important business trip until Monday night, and today was only Saturday. Kurt knew he was just getting testy because he had been laying in the same position for an hour.
It had all started when Blaine was showing Kurt some of his sketches. Kurt had no idea his boyfriend was such a gifted artist. He sifted through the pages and countless notebooks, admiring the precision and attention to detail, when he flipped a page and his breath caught in his throat.
The woman on the page was absolutely beautiful: bronze skin, shiny black hair that fell to the top of her rounded bottom, and intense, dark eyes that pulled Kurt in. But that wasn't why he was so surprised. This mystery woman also happened to be naked.
Blaine blushed and explained that he had started drawing nude models two years ago and he loved it. He found it to be the most beautiful form of artwork.
And that was how they ended up like this. Kurt was laying across Blaine's bed on his stomach, hands folded under his head and his body perfectly naked. One leg was tilted up in the air while the other was bent, laying across the first. Sunlight streamed in through the window and shined off his pale skin, making him glow. And Blaine was in heaven.
"Almost done, Kurt." The boy in question sighed happily, excited to see the end result. He never thought he would do something like this, model nude for another person to memorize and map out every inch of his skin, but for Blaine he would do anything.
"Done!"
Kurt sat up quickly and took a step off the bed, only to fall back a little and collect himself. Sitting in one position for so long made his muscles ache and he reached his arms above his head, stretched out like a cat, before he walked to Blaine's side.
"Grilled cheesus, Blaine...How?" Kurt was staring at the page in wonder. The position was perfect, and there was no doubt that the boy in this picture was him. Everything, down to the far-off expression in his eyes, was perfect. His cheeks turned a delicate shade of red when he realized that Blaine had captured the curve of his bottom perfectly.
"Do you like it?" Blaine sounded uncertain. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"It's absolutely gorgeous. You're amazing."
"Thank you," Blaine blushed and smiled happily. Their lips touched once more, gentle and sweet, before Blaine grabbed Kurt's bare hip and pulled him closer.
"How about we revisit my bed for a little while?" Kurt laughed at the sudden change in Blaine's thoughts and pulled him off the stool, leading him backwards to the bed.
"Anything for you."
Hola, peeps! So really I just wrote this because I wanted Klaine fluff. There really is no point to it, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. Review, perty please!