Title: Glitter in the Air: "Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?"

Summary: A collection of stories, each inspired by the lyrics of Pink's song 'Glitter In The Air.'

Rating: Start off with the smallest and it could get to the biggest ... but T or K for now (I think those are the smallest ones).

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee or Pink - it's just fun to play with them.

A/N: I have to thank anyone who has read any of my previous fics. You're support means a lot to me and if you're new to my writing, I hope you enjoy it. I adore this Pink song and I hope everyone gets on board with it and likes what I do with each chapter. There will be 19 chapters altogether and I've split the lyrics into phrases I think work best. Please do review, even if it's a simple "Good job," or a small piece of constructive criticism :)

Kurt leant back against the front of the sofa, wincing as he hit it slightly too hard, forgetting he wasn't actually sat on the sofa so there were no cushions behind him. He awkwardly bent an arm around his back and rubbed at his spine. He shot a death glare at Blaine who was sat next to him giggling.

"S'not funny," Kurt mumbled, giving up trying to reach the spot he'd hit and crossing his arms angrily. Blaine carried on laughing, staring down at his food trying to hide his face. "I hate you." Kurt picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Blaine's head. Blaine dodged it and held up the box which held his food, pointing at it with the chopsticks in his other hand.

"Watch the food, Hummel. This is expensive stuff!" Blaine's attempts to sound and look angry failed as he couldn't stop a smile from creeping onto his lips.

"Don't provoke me then, Anderson." Kurt went to grab another cushion but Blaine put down his food, knelt back on his heels and grabbed Kurt's wrist in one swift movement. Kurt made a sound of protest and narrowed his eyes to frown at Blaine.

"Carry on with that attitude, and I won't buy you dinner ever again." Blaine smirked at Kurt as he tried to free his arm from his grip. Kurt kept eye contact, trying to stare Blaine down. After failing at that, he sighed and gave up resistance.

"Fine, but next time I get to choose what we get. Everytime you choose we get Chinese and order the most fattening items on the menu."

"Deal," Blaine grinned and dropped Kurt's wrist, letting his fingers brush Kurt's shoulder as his hand came down. Kurt smiled at the small touch, flicking his eyes towards Blaine to see if he'd noticed. He was relieved to see Blaine occupied with retrieving his food. Kurt admired the other boy's profile. His tanned skin seemed to glow in the light from the fire that bathed the room. Kurt bit his lip as Blaine rested his back against the sofa, bringing some noodles up to his mouth with the chopsticks and darting his tongue out to catch some that dared to fall. Some sauce dripped down to Blaine's chin and Kurt had to stop himself reaching out to wipe it away. He kept his eyes on Blaine's lips; wishing life was so simple that he could just kiss them. Maybe it is that simple, Kurt thought. It's as simple as a kiss. But Kurt knew better than that. His own first kiss had been taken from him unwillingly. He had never counted his time with Brittany as a true first kiss. He always felt his real one would be with a boy. A boy he loved. If he hadn't already been watching Blaine, his eyes would have subconsciously looked towards him at that statement. He had never thought he'd find himself pulled against a pair of rough lips belonging to entirely the wrong person. Kurt shuddered at the thought of Karofsky. He took something precious to me, something that means so much to me. Something that should mean so much to everyone. His eyes still lingered on Blaine's lips. It will never be simple. He looked up to see Blaine's eyes on him and he took a breath at the amount of concern he saw in them.

"Are you okay?" Blaine spoke softly, knowing he'd interrupted Kurt in deep thought. Kurt smiled and nodded. Kurt blushed at being caught staring, especially as he was staring at Blaine's mouth. He blinked a few times and pointed at Blaine's chin.

"You have some sauce on your face." Blaine immediately stuck his tongue out and started licking in all the wrong places. Kurt smiled in amusement and shook his head. "You're completely missing it." Blaine frowned but continued his pursuit. Kurt shuffled towards him and brought his thumb up to swipe at the sauce, allowing his hand to linger under Blaine's chin and their eyes to never break contact. "Got it," he whispered and he heard Blaine swallow then let a warm breath which ghosted over Kurt's face. Kurt's breathing hitched and his senses had gone into overdrive. He couldn't look away from the hazel irises in front of him and he was incredibly aware of how close they were. His knees were brushing against Blaine's thigh where his legs were crossed and Blaine's right hand was dangerously close to touching him. Kurt huffed out an awkward laugh and moved back a little to find a napkin to wipe his thumb on. "What are you eating anyway?" Kurt's voice came out a little hoarse and he coughed slightly, continuing to avoid Blaine's gaze which hadn't deviated from his face. It still remained even as Blaine spoke.

"Chicken chow mein. Want some?"

Kurt turned towards him and nodded slowly. He wasn't sure why he agreed. He had his own food laid out before him, but the idea of Blaine feeding him was far too tempting to resist in the current situation. Blaine closed the distance between them once more and fiddled with his chopsticks to pick up some of the noodles. Kurt watched with a smile and Blaine heard him give a small chuckle.

"It's harder than it looks." Kurt continued to smile at him and waited patiently, trying to control his breathing and slow down his heart rate. He was sure Blaine could hear it thumping in his chest. "Open up." Kurt had been momentarily distracted and raised an eyebrow when he looked down and saw Blaine holding a noodle up with his thumb and index finger over the box containing the rest. Kurt knew he was wearing his 'are-you-serious?' face but Blaine shrugged and asked him to open up again.

"You make me sound like a baby when you say that."

"I could get you a bib if you like," Blaine smirked. Kurt glared at him for what must be at least the third time that evening. "Now, come on. Before it goes cold." Kurt rolled his eyes and opened his mouth. Blaine adjusted his seating position so he was sat back on his heels, slightly above Kurt. He lowered the noodle into Kurt's mouth and let him chew on it after letting go of the end. Kurt ate it at a horribly slow pace, Blaine watching him intently. Kurt didn't miss Blaine's eyes flicking towards his lips every now and then. Before Blaine could stop himself, he placed a hand on Kurt's cheek. It moved up and with Kurt's jaw, stopping once he had swallowed. Blaine ran his thumb over the cheek bone, admiring the blush that was seeping into it. Kurt leant into the touch, lips parting slightly.

"Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head as a way of silencing Kurt and leant towards him. "Can I try something?" he whispered, face inches from Kurt's. Kurt didn't even reply vocally, instead darting his eyes down to find Blaine's other hand and lace their fingers together, locking their gazes again afterwards. Blaine continued to move forwards, pressing his lips to Kurt's. Kurt gasped as his eyelids fluttered closed and he moved his mouth against Blaine's. So complicated but so, so easy, Kurt thought. No fireworks, no explosions, no flowers. It's just... this. It can be simple when given and taken with love.

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