Howdy, just kind of an into for ya'll. Lemme know what you think about it. There will be plenty more to come~
It was just the way that the graceful curves danced across the scuffed floors of the stage that could set him off, it would set his cheeks flaming into a flurry of reds and flash warmth through his face. It was that concentrated face that sent his heart fluttering, the way that the figure moved so gracefully and smoothly made him stare.
The song was a long one, drawn out with long piano breaks and guitar solos, Kurt was thankful for this and he found a seat on a prop that had been pushed onto the side of the stage to not tamper with the beautiful dancing.
Blaine had a solo coming up soon, a complicated one with a jubilee of dance steps and extreme notes to hit, everyone was sure enough that he could handle it, but it didn't hurt putting in a little extra practice on his spare time. Kurt didn't mind, it wasn't taking away from spending time together, he would sneak in during school, knowing that Blaine was on the stage singing and dancing his heart out. He loved just sitting there, taking in the perfection and the time alone, with no one shouting "fag" or "homo" after them when they tried to spend time together during school.
The song ended, abruptly, with Blaine on one knee, panting and smiling. Kurt slowly clapped his hands together and smiled, moving up from his sitting place and moving towards his boyfriend. Blaine leapt up in surprise at the sudden noise and turned around,
"I'll never get used to you sneaking around like that." Blaine smiled as Kurt walked up,
"Well you'll have to someday, because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon." He smirked and crossed his arms. He wanted to hug him so bad, to just wrap his sweater-clad arms around his panting form and hold him close. He wanted to kiss him too, but the last time they did that, Kurt was face first in the dumpster as soon as it was finished, and Blaine had a black eye from trying to defend the two of them. But that was a while ago.
"No one's here you know…" Blaine whispered, as if reading Kurt's mind. He flashed his gaze around the auditorium looking around where the two certainly did stand alone.
"I know… it's just…your eye just got better and I don't want to-" Kurt was cut off when Blaine slithered his arms up and around his neck, pulling Kurt's face downwards to meet his own. Their lips met and Kurt melted.
It felt so good when they kissed, a spark of something just danced through him when they did. He felt Blaine pull himself closer and Kurt's eyes fluttered shut as Blaine's lips worked against his own in a swift careful way.
But the passionate kiss was short lived and the warm lips were only against his own for but a moment before Blaine's hand traveled down Kurt's arm to his hand.
"Don't worry, we're alone and nothing-" It was Blaine's turn to be cut off as three large figures stepped through the doorway. The two froze, their hands still connected as the watched the three, what they supposed to be football players, slunk across the stage towards them.
"Look who it is!" One of them snarled in a cruel voice, his words lashing out as he shook a can of spray paint. "Hey, why not a change of plans, eh guys?" The other two nodded, Kurt squinted, but couldn't recognize the figures with the lights to their backs.
"Why are you here?" Blaine demanded, stepping forward slightly and pushing Kurt behind him protectively, this was something Kurt found both irritating and endearing.
"Well we were going to express some public art on the stage, but it looks like we found a new surface to paint on." Was the slimy response, they shook the cans and stepped forward again. Kurt gasped. No, his sweater was designer! He quickly removed it and tossed it to the side,
"What're you doing?" Blaine demanded as the two backed up,
"We're getting sprayed, and I might know the tricks to get slushies out of cotton, but I haven't learned spray paint yet…" Blaine nodded,
"Take my bow-tie?" he asked, Kurt slipped a hand around Blaine's neck and removed the bow-tie before tossing it with his jacket.
"Fine." He muttered looking at the three baboons in front of them. Clenching his eyes shut and holding her breath he tightened his grip on Blaine's hand and waited for the burst of paint.
It came. Cold, wet, staining. Kurt was miserable, he would have to go the rest of the day with a fresh coat of paint splashed across him.
Blaine shot up like a firecracker once again, storming up to them with Kurt not far behind,
"What the hell is your problem!" Kurt screamed, jabbing the one who had purposefully gotten his face in the chest,
"You're just proving yourselves to be pathetic! Pathetic and inhumane and stupid and cruel!" Blaine said, listing off as many things as he could think of before grabbing Kurt once again and dragging him off stage scooping up their belongings as they left.
Stupid foot-ball players…
Alright, what was just kinda a taste, so, I would be honored to get some feed back on this, let me know what you think~
-Drama~Freakz