Hey! :D
This is my second Kurt/Blaine fic. And hopefully its alot better than my previous one...I got bored on that one. xD
Anyway - enjoy :)
Kurt Co. Blaine
Chapter one.
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel loved New York City, from the finest Broadway shows to the unmistakable fashion scene. He even loved the cab driver that drove through a puddle, causing the fairly new Marc Jacobs pea coat he wore to get stained. That didn't matter however, because he was at long last going home after frightful day.
He had arrived home soaking wet, his pale skin dripping small drops of rain onto the wooden floor. His ruined pea coat neatly folded over his arm as he took off his shoes and headed towards the sofa.
He noticed his curly haired boyfriend had fallen asleep, for the fourth time that week, with music sheets crumpled against his body as he hugged them closer. Kurt smiled fondly at the outstretched body in front of him. Blaine's features were relaxed, and his breathing was steady.
"Blaine? I'm home" Kurt gently whispered in Blaine's ear.
He patiently waited for his boyfriend to stir. But when Blaine simply rolled over Kurt gently lifted his, now saturated, coat to hover over Blaine's loose curls…before dropping the coat.
The younger male couldn't help but let his laughter escape. He watched as Blaine's face wrinkled in disgust at the wet item that now lay on top of him. His hazel eyes looked at Kurt, taking in his boyfriend's appearance.
"You look, wet…s'it raining?", Blaine's voice was still coated with sleep.
He rubbed his eyes and pushed the coat to one side. Before gently clasping Kurt's hands and pulling him onto the sofa with him.
"Blaine, I am soaked. Let me go change and then we can cuddle whilst watching a DVD or something", as he untangled Blaine's arms from around his waist he felt the grip tighten. His boyfriend's playful manner caused him to giggle. It was moments such as these that he truly adored about living in New York City.
Kurt gently caressed Blaine's cheek, then pressed a chaste kiss on his tender lips. Blaine lifted his arms to pull Kurt closer.
The door of the apartment gently closed and Rachel set her umbrella in the corner. She had been planning the perfect song for her upcoming audition, which had caused her to sprint home in anticipation. In order to perfect her performance she knew she would need Kurt's help.
"Kurt! Kurt! I need your help!", the small brunette lunged for the entwined duo on the sofa. Causing them to break apart instantaneously.
"Rachel Berry this better be important", Kurt said whilst displaying his 'bitch face'.
"It is! I swear…", she declared, rummaging round in her satchel.
The two glanced at each other before returning their attention to their over-excited friend.
Kurt stood with his forehead gently resting on the cold wall. He was exhausted. It had been three hours since Rachel's 'big news' of her Broadway audition, had been shared with himself and Blaine.
A strong pair of hands gently massaged his tense shoulders. He let out an exasperated sigh. Causing his sensitive boyfriend to scatter kisses along his pale neck.
"Blaine Warbler, if you leave any more blotches on my otherwise perfect complexion, my tutor will begin to think I live with an animal", Kurt immediately relaxed as Blaine's laughter tickled his skin.
"I won't be denied by you, the animal inside of you", Blaine gently hummed against Kurt's skin. Sending a shiver up his spine.
The coffee machine buzzed and Kurt reluctantly moved away from Blaine. Who followed suite and grabbed two mugs.
"I really think you need to get use to using my official surname Kurt. As much as I adore you calling me Blaine Warbler, it doesn't quite resemble me anymore. The Warblers was a long time ago." Blaine lifted his mug and accompanied Kurt to the sofa.
"Okay, you make a fair point. I am sorry Blaine Anderson", Blaine slightly smirked at Kurt's use of his name.
They sat in a comfortable silence, sipping their coffee and watching the TV screen. The instant Blaine noticed Kurt's mug was drained of coffee he lifted it along with his own and set them in the dishwasher.
"Hmm I could get use to this", Kurt smiled warmly as Blaine settled beside him.
Blaine's arms snaked their way around Kurt's torso. Without thinking, Kurt rested his head on Blaine's comforting shoulder. Blaine instinctively placed his free hand on Kurt's neck. Rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. Both were content and peaceful.
Kurt rubbed his eyes and glanced at the scene around him. He was on the sofa, just like before. Except minus Blaine. The TV had been switched off, and a blanket had been draped over him.
The floor was covered with various pieces of fabric, he noticed his sewing machine was placed on the coffee table. Lime green fabric had been jammed into the machine. He rose from his make-shift bed, heading towards his beloved machine. Mercedes had bought it for him as a going away gift, he had gotten her one identical. He picked up the remainder of the green fabric and studied it.
This had Rachel Berry written all over it.