Audience
A/N: Written for the Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge 2016 prompt "Audience."
'Twas a few nights before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…well, that wasn't entirely true.
Two creatures were stirring in the bedroom of the Anderson-Hummel apartment, in fact. Soft moans and breathy whispers could be heard in the otherwise silent room. Kurt sat on the bed with his back against the pillows while Blaine straddled his lap, kissing his jawline and down his neck fervently.
"Oh, Blaine, oh," Kurt practically purred as his hand came up to thread through Blaine's gloriously gel-free curls. "Right there, oh…um, Blaine?" the last two words came out in a decidedly different tone as Kurt's fingers froze in place. "Blaine," he repeated a bit louder.
It took Blaine a couple of seconds to react, but as soon as he noted the change in his husband's mood, he stopped and pulled back. He cupped Kurt's cheek with his hand and looked at his face with concern? "Kurt?" he asked, panting slightly. "What is it?"
Kurt looked at Blaine, then at a point somewhere over Blaine's shoulder across the room, and then back again. "I, uh," he stammered.
"Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something? Are you sick?" Blaine asked, worry creeping into his tone. They'd only been making out, and he couldn't think what would cause Kurt to stop so abruptly.
"No, no, it's not that. It's just – I can't. Not with you-know-who here," he whispered, looking again over Blaine's shoulder.
"Wha…?" Blaine answered, turning to follow Kurt's gaze. "There's nobody there, honey, what are you – oh my god," he said, realization dawning on him as he turned back and stared at Kurt incredulously. "You don't mean…"
Kurt nodded sheepishly.
"Oh, Kurt. You can't be serious."
"I am! It's weird, Blaine! It's like we have an audience," he replied, shuddering on the last word.
Blaine huffed out a laugh and shook his head. Then, with a wicked gleam in his eye, he shifted forward slightly and slid his hands up Kurt's arms to lace his fingers behind his neck. "I dunno," he said in a low voice. "He doesn't seem to be complaining," he finished with a wink.
"Blaine Devon Anderson-Hummel!" Kurt cried in shock. "Look, you brought him in here. If you want to continue this," Kurt waved his hand between them, "then he has to go."
Blaine outright laughed this time. "Fine, fine," he acquiesced, leaning forward to lightly kiss the tip of Kurt's nose before rising from the bed and crossing the room. He stopped in front of the bookshelf and put his hands on his hips. "Well, my friend, looks like it's time for you to take a hike," he said, picking up the object and leaving the room.
Kurt giggled and took the opportunity to use the bathroom. Upon his return, Blaine was just re-entering the room himself.
"What took you so long?" Kurt asked.
"Well, it took a couple of minutes for me to go next door and ask Mrs. Sanderson if she wouldn't mind helping us out. I told her I wanted to make mad, passionate love to my husband, and we didn't want the Elf on the Shelf to tell Santa, so I asked her to keep him for the night," Blaine said nonchalantly as he climbed back in bed while Kurt did the same.
"You didn't," Kurt said in a warning tone.
Blaine took Kurt in his arms and kissed him chastely. "No, silly, I didn't. I just made sure the front door was locked and started the dishwasher."
"Oh, thank god," Kurt sighed.
"I really do think you're adorable, you know that?" Blaine asked, shuffling with Kurt under the covers to lie facing each other.
Kurt smiled softly. "So I've been told," he answered, remembering that first time long, long ago when Blaine had called him adorable. "Now, seeing as we are finally alone," he continued, sliding his hand lower on his husband's back to pull him in close, "where were we?"
A/N: Hi, kids!Not sure if I'll get to do all the prompts, but we'll see what happens.If I feel inspired, and have the time, I'll do what I can.And yes, I know a "drabble" is around 100 words, but trust me, anything less than 1,500 is a drabble for me!
