a/n: Short one-shot is short, however I have not been able to write a damn thing for ages so HUURR U GOOO. Fluffiness and cheesiness (: Enjoy. T
Disclaimer - I don't own glee sadly. And the title is from Bluish by animal collective. (:
Both boys were sat in Kurt's room by his desk, studying and finishing up their respective homework. Blaine had long since given up on his work, and turned his attentions to Kurt's concentration face and the way the corners of his eyes scrunch up when he's confused or can't understand something.
This was one of Blaine's favourite past-times – watching Kurt and knowing he was his. For as long as Kurt would have him, he would be there.
His gaze was suddenly attracted by Kurt's left hand, fingers drumming lightly on the desk.
He flicked his eyes slightly from the pen lying on the desk to the long fingers tapping a beat into the desk, and then back, considering something for a short moment. He picked the pen up, shaking it back and forth quickly before taking the cap off and reaching towards Kurt's hand.
"Your skin's too flawless," Blaine said, "Can I draw?"
Kurt glanced up from his history homework, before nodding slowly – not realising he just gave Blaine a free reign to do whatever he liked with the pen in his hand.
"Stay still." Blaine said, as he began to draw.
Quarter of an hour later and Kurt's left hand and half of his arm was sprinkled with drawings, words and patterns.
Vines lined each of Kurt's fingers, joining together on the top of his hand up onto the top side of his wrist – flowers and small leaves peppered along the thin vines. A cursive version of 'courage' is drawn along the underneath of his wrist. However corny it may be, 'courage' had become a mantra for Kurt and Blaine – a word which fit every tough situation, but also something they both shared. Performing on stage at nationals? Courage. Blaine telling his father he wanted to transfer to McKinley a third way through his senior year? Courage. Kurt being pushed into the lockers for the umpteenth time in one day? Courage.
All the lines and wrinkles on his palm were lined in red ink. When Blaine had drawn on that part Kurt had writhed under the tickling ballpoint and Blaine does hold – trying his utmost best to stay still to not ruin Blaine's 'art' as he called it.
Taking a step up on the corny, along Kurt's arm was a heart with the characters 'K & B' inside. Kurt smiled at this part, knowing fully well that Blaine was taking advantage of the freedom while it was there.
"There. I think I'm finished. If I draw anything else it'll just look really cluttered and horrible. I'm quite proud of it." Blaine said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he turned Kurt's hand over in his, inspecting his work.
"The outfit I've planned for tomorrow has short sleeves. This ink better come off, Blaine Warbler Anderson." His feigned annoyance was short-lived as he reached out for Blaine's hand and the pens he had used.
"Now give me your hand, mister. You have sufficiently distracted me and it's my turn now."
a/n: I'm Welsh and so had no idea what y'all Americans call a biro. I stuck with pen just to be safe. Hope you enjoyed (: review? Thanks. They're like… wonderful inspiration clouds that feed me ideas and plot bunnies.