SECOND CHAPTER. Done pretty quickly, y'all. I think... enjoy!
Ivy: me and several reviewers have decided on Dapuctive!Blaine which I think is totally awesome :D
Give In To Me: Chapter 2
Packing a picnic basket with someone who you are not allowed to touch – especially if this certain someone is a certain someone who's bones you want to jump, especially if they bent over a lot like Kurt did (for a reason Blaine suspected was to break the 'not allowed to touch' rule) – was a lot harder to say then do.
The picnic in the park was agreed to, mainly so they could avoid questions from Burt and Carole who had spent the night away for Carole's birthday, who didn't know that Blaine had spent the night, or that the only reason Finn didn't say anything was because Kurt had a picture of his internet history.
So, two hours after the game had started and somehow neither Blaine or Kurt had jumped each other's bones like both kept on hinting that the other should do, Blaine and Kurt were lying on a picnic blanket, finding the best, sunniest spot hidden in the large clump of trees in the park so not to be disturbed.
A small spread including a fruit salad, cold chicken drumsticks, an apple each, chocolate covered strawberries that were quickly melting, and cupcake covered in jimmies each. Kurt also couldn't help adding a mini cheese board with crackers for a cute 'romantic' picnic. He knew wine would make it even more so, but Carole kept count of the wine bottles.
Kurt was nibbling at a chicken drumstick, 'oblivious' to Blaine's gaze as he watched his teeth bite of little snatches of the meat and the tip of his tongue flicking out to lick his lips.
'Adorable' was a word Blaine seemed to use often when describing Kurt, whether to him or others, but it was true. No matter what had happened, what he had been through, it was moments like this that showed how young and innocent and cute he was, making Blaine want to wrap his arms around him and protect him from all the evil in the world and run his fingers – no.
Blaine shook his head a little to rid his mind of how Kurt's hugs – what can I eat to draw his attention to me? Blaine's mind, the competitive part that wanted to win, quickly interrupted the part that would have turned into mush and given in if he thought about Kurt's hugs.
His eyes were drawn to the apples Kurt had packed and grabbed one, taking a large bite with a large crunch out of it. Kurt turned at the sudden movement and loud noise. Nice move, Blaine groaned mentally, but he smiled at Kurt as he ate his mouthful of apple, who did the same back.
"Enjoying your apple?" he asked sweetly, pausing his drumstick nibbling.
"Loving," he replied just as sweetly back before licking up the juice that his bite had drawn up, keeping his eyes fixed on Kurt's. He didn't move either, just kept staring back with his eyes flicking to Blaine's tongue on the apple.
In any other situation, someone (cough-WesandDavid-cough Blaine thought) would yell out something along the lines of, "Could you stop eyefucking each other already?" but they just sat there: Blaine biting and licking at his apple and Kurt nibbling and licking at his chicken drumstick until a loud badoing interrupted them.
Blaine froze, blood rushing to his face as he remembered his new text tone Wes had set that he had no idea how to change, while Kurt laughed, slapping his leg at the hilariousness of it all. Blaine quickly took out his smartphone and groaned as he read the text.
"Let me see, let me see," Kurt asked, holding out his hand. Blaine gave him the phone reluctantly and Kurt read the text out loud with a grin on his face.
"Hey Blainey-Boo, Finn told me you were having a romantic picnic in the park so I decided to be a cock block with your new text tone," Kurt sniggered. "Really, Blaine? That's your text tone?"
Blaine tried to hide his face in his hands and Kurt reached out to give him a little shove but snatched his arm back when he remembered the game.
"No offence, sweetie, but could you please shut up and keep on acting like a rabbit?"
Kurt blinked. "Acting like a rabbit?"
"You look like a rabbit when you eat that chicken drumstick," Blaine told him, face still in his hands so he didn't see Kurt's face falling.
"Okay… I'll just start on those chocolate strawberries," Kurt informed him hintingly. Blaine moved his hands slightly so he could see Kurt, whose eyes were purposefully looking around the little wood surrounding them, take a strawberry and put it seductively to his lips.
He let his tongue run over the chocolate, Blaine's eyes following it intently. When it had melted just enough Kurt took a bite, letting a smudge of chocolate appear on the corner of his mouth nearest to Blaine.
"Mmm," he sighed happily, but Blaine wasn't listening, just staring at the little smudge. He knew it was a ploy to get him to kiss it away – which usually started a make out session if no one called out "GET A ROOM!" quick enough – it was a weakness of him to do so whether it was chocolate, jam, anything, but Blaine wasn't falling for it this time.
"You're going to have to do better than that to get me to kiss you," Blaine tutted playfully, shaking his head. "I'm not just some floozy."
Kurt didn't reply, just retrieved his abandoned chicken drumstick and kept on nibbling it, clearly wanting to cuddle under the blue if-slightly-cloudy sky in the quiet patch of the park. Blaine dragged his eyes away from Kurt's mouth biting at the chicken, knowing he would be more than tempted to give in if he watched.
"Are you sure you don't want to cuddle?"
"Why, don't you?" Blaine asked back, leaning in closer to Kurt so their eyes met and mouths only a few inches apart. "Don't you want my arms around you, pulling you in, running my hands around your body like last night?"
It was Kurt's turn to freeze at remembering the night before. They hadn't gotten too far – Finn was a very good cock block and a reminder for where they were – but the memory of – no.
"Or we could just finish eating?" Kurt suggested, picking up another strawberry and twirling it by its stalk. Blaine smiled back and picked up a cupcake.
"Or we could just finish eating," he agreed, doing the same thing he had with the whipped cream earlier on that day (When we were playing footsie, Blaine sighed mentally, wishing they could just end the game) with the icing on top of the cake.
"Fine with me," Kurt replied sweetly before stretching and lying down so his shirt rode up to show his pale stomach. A lock of hair fell across his forehead when he did so and Blaine wanted nothing more than to sweep it away and kiss his boyfriend's forehead, but he sighed a little and joined him.
Food abandoned, they were left to their own imaginations as they pointed out shapes in the clouds to each other, hinted at cuddling (Kurt) or making out (Blaine) and schemed about what they would do when the other cracked.
"What time is it?" Blaine asked a while later.
Kurt blinked at the sudden outburst, but he slipped his iPod from his jeans pocket and replied, "Nearly two. Why?"
"Time for coffee," he decided, jumping to his feet.
"Good idea. Help me up?" Kurt held out his arms. Blaine's eyes widened, a battle between his dapperness and his undapper thoughts of what would happen if he won raging in his mind.
"Kurt, I'm not helping you up."
Kurt sighed, thinking he was going to break Blaine and win, and packed up the leftover food and the blanket into the picnic basket and got to his feet as gracefully as he could, which was easier said than done. "Piggy back ride?"
Blaine didn't answer, just held out his hand to take the picnic basket. Kurt handed it to him, cocking his head a little.
"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked eagerly.
"It'll be you giving in to me," Blaine reminded him. "I won't be surprised that I won, but –"
"Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey, honey," Kurt interrupted him smoothly. "Could you just shut up, sweetie?"
Blaine zipped his lips, smiling sweetly and slightly mockingly at Kurt.
"Good boy," Kurt praised him. "Now, pip pip," he ordered lightly, gesturing towards the way out.
They passed another couple on the way out, the girl snuggling up to her boyfriend, but they just smiled and continued, Blaine swinging the picnic basket a little with a bounce in his step. They chatted lightly, occasionally adding in hints again about holding hands (Kurt) and making out (Blaine), but they managed to reach the wide park and the lake without giving in to each other.
Somehow.
*insert Joker laugh* you didnt find out who won and who lost. Shame. Wait until next chapter ;) until then, try and guess whos gonna win. 50/50 chance...
