Title: Drawing in the Library
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Genre: Romance, humor
Warnings: Extreme Fluff. Carl the Dentist will have to drill your teeth after reading.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee, but alas, I do not. =(
Author's Note: This is my second ever Klaine fic, but the first ever posted here! =D I hope you enjoy it!
Written from the prompt: K/Bl - Blaine can draw, for Livejournal's Kurt_Blaine community's Holiday Rush Fic Fest.
Out of nowhere, in the quiet Dalton library, Blaine gasped.
Kurt looked up from his History text book he had been studying, only to see Blaine stare at him with an odd, unreadable expression.
"Blaine? Is everything-"
"Kurt. Don't move."
"What? Oh my god, is it a bug?"
"Just...Don't. Move. Stay right there."
The normally polished, dapper Blaine, was scrabbling for his backpack, reaching in frantically, looking for something. Kurt nervously sat there, a million thoughts going through his mind.
Did Blaine carry bug spray in his backpack? Was it a snake?
What he didn't expect was for Blaine to drag out a sketch book, and start to write something on the page.
"Uh, Blaine?"
"Shh. Not a muscle. Stay. Amazing..."
Kurt was getting a little upset.
"What's going on? What are you doing? Why don't you want me to move?"
Blaine, for the first time in minutes, seemed to come out of his trance, and looked a little sheepish, a light blush blooming across his cheeks.
"If you move, the lighting would be all wrong."
"The...lighting?"
"I'm, uh, drawing you."
Kurt stared at Blaine.
Drawing me? Drawing ME?
Blaine looked a little worried.
"Is that...ok?"
"Am I going to resemble a stick figure?"
Blaine, looking relieved, smiled back at him. "No, but I can't promise I will do you justice. In this light, you look..." He blushed again.
"I look…?"
"...even more beautiful than usual. The way the light hits your brow and cheekbones...I just have to draw you," Blaine pauses, and his smile turns to a playful smirk,
"Plus, that blush it's making it even harder not to try drawing."
He wiggled his pencil nervously, and added in a softer tone.
"Can I? Please?"
Taking a small breath, Kurt looked back down at his book.
"Like-like this?"
"That's perfect" Blaine breathed.
Blaine then lowered his head, and went on to draw the portrait, that many years later, would hang in their living room.