Hello, everyone!
So, as of right now, I have a big story planned, and I want to write the whole thing, and then post it. So that may take a while...
In the meantime, everyone loves cute Klaine drabbles, right?
So here you go!
Disclaimer — I own nothing except my love for Kurt and Blaine.
French Kisses
If Blaine had to go a single day without Kurt's lips, well, that simply couldn't be done.
Soft. So incredibly, incomparably soft. Pink. A light, cherry blossom pink. Warm. A heart-fluttering, beautiful warm. Perfect. Simply that. Perfect.
That's what Kurt's lips were. Soft, Pink, Warm, and Perfect.
And they were sitting on the comfy love seat in Blaine's room, and they were kissing, kissing so that Blaine wanted Kurt like this forever, wanted Kurt's lips, and Kurt's scent, and Kurt's hands, Kurt's hands on him everywhere.
"Blaine," Kurt pulled out of the kiss slowly, a small smile on his soft, pink, warm, perfect lips.
"What, beautiful?" Blaine pressed more kisses to Kurt's jawline —wonderful, wonderful, quite delicious jawline— and smiled, too. Because he could. Because it was him and only him that got Kurt's soft, pink, warm, perfect lips.
"Nothing. It doesn't—It doesn't matter. Not now. Just keep kissing me like that. D-don't stop, Blaine."
Blaine didn't. He loved kissing Kurt.
"Tell me what's on your mind. Tell me what you're thinking." Blaine said gently, his lips still fluttering against Kurt's smooth skin.
"I just—didn't y-you – oh, Blaine – didn't you want t-to study? F-for French?"
Blaine chuckles and sits up, interlacing his fingers with Kurt's. He brings them up to his lips and presses more, more, more kisses to Kurt's knuckles.
"I know enough French. I know all the French I'll ever need." Blaine said quietly, inching closer to Kurt very slowly, so very, very slowly.
"Like what?" Kurt asked, fiddling with the very top buttons of Blaine's shirt.
"Je t'aime." Blaine whispered, finding Kurt's shining, cerulean eyes with his own, and hanging onto them, hanging onto them because he meant the words with his heart, and soul, and he would always mean them, because those words were I love you.
Kurt tugged Blaine close again, this time by Blaine's curls, and if Kurt would just keep kissing him, keep touching him like he was right now, Blaine would never ask for anything every again.
"Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime." Kurt said all in one breath, then pulled Blaine flush against him, smiling brightly against Blaine's lips. He kisses him once more – short, and sweet, and beatiful, and everything, and Blaine wished it didn't end.
Well, that was until he heard Kurt's next words.
"Je t'aime pour toujours."
Blaine knew what that meant, too.
I love you forever.
Je t'aime pour toujours — I love you forever.
Je t'aime — I love you.
Just to clarify. Well, that's what google translate says, anyway. If it's wrong, someone please tell me. Mwah!
Prompts and reviews are always welcome, you guys know the drill.
Thank you! :)
–kissmeagainplease