Dedication: This is for 'RainySunnyEndings', my LuLuBear. Her story mentioned is: 'Give Me Strength'. Just one of her story's, she's written a few more here in fan fic land and also in fic press land. This is also for my LuLuBear's friends, some who write and some who read.
Slightly under the influence of hours of Queer as Folk, the Canadian/USA production. Oh, Justin, oh Brian, oh swoon and goodgrief! Oh Michael, Emmett, Debbie, Daphne, Lindsay, Mel. Oh how adorable is Gus! Oops, wrong story.
Inspiration: My LuLuBear's story name: Give Me Strength. And the babes that are Brian from QAF and Blaine from Glee. And the men in my life, and the empty rdink bottles.
Ownership: I don't own Glee or a pizza. I don't own Garfield either, but I draw him really well. AND: I own my sometimes crazy and funn imagination. And this one, is from left field, again.
Rating: M, 16 plus Baby. Mentions of mature older stuff. Suddenly find it might be sad and triggering. BUT I'm an OPTIMIST, so only a little bit. It gets really good. Like, really, really good.
Sometimes the most wonderful support comes from the most unexpected places. The same is said of inspirations. My LuLuBear and I exchange pm's. I was sending her a reminder for her great story 'Give Me Strength', 'cause I'd set a reminder for myself to remind her. Prrffrrr the things I do. Also the cover art, is a photo of a birthday gift from my Caterpillar.
The Title: Sometimes we need some strength to restrain us from doing the wrong thing, before we get a restraining order put on us. And some stuff is really sexy.
a little more: Just a smidge smut and mooshy, but a lot funnnnn!
~ Give Me Strength - Kurt Orders Pizza ~
"Hi, I'd like a family sized vegetarian please? Oh with mild salami, no anchovies. Umm, yes garlic bread too please?
Yes, a bottle of vanilla cola would be lovely, thanks.
Oh, right. Well, make it plain cola then. Right, yes that would be great. How long do you think it will be? Oh if you could deliver I'd appreciate it. I have a fifty dollar note, but I can scrounge some change if need be, but, yes, yes, I would prefer to break the note.
So, I'll leave the front light on. Do tell the driver to be careful coming up the stairs, huge gaps between the steps and in the dark it is a little hard to see clearly. No, he, or she. The delivery person could be a lady, no I'm not arguing, I'm just saying.
Well anyhow, the light will be on. Yes, if he sounds his horn I'll be sure to meet him at the bottom of the stairs.
So, how long do you think it will take. Right, could you add a small lasagne please? Well, it is Sunday night.
Right, well that means tomorrow is Monday night. And I always have lasagne on Monday night. Yes, but if I order it now, then I'll have it for tomorrow."
Kurt sets himself an alarm for one hour. He's famished. And decides to have one glass of his favourite liqueur, with some ice.
~ Just one glass, of his favourite rdink. ~
He falls asleep, misses the alarm and falls into a heavier sleep, dreaming of his upcoming move.
He'd been planning for weeks about moving on, moving up, moving out. Sam was away, so now was the best opportunity to let his hair down and put Rule 1 into action.
All of his things were packed in boxes, labelled and just waiting for the morning when the removalists would be be here to help.
He had two really, really hunky hunky guys turn up. Removalists of the hunny, hunny nothing bitter kind. They were only going to take an hour and a bit. Taking all his things from the back patio. Oh, the aftershave, the deodorants, (the spelling prffrr). {This woman can't hardly type from her eye candy today.}
Unfortunately, for Kurt one glass of rdink had been added to, a few times too many. And by the time the pizza arrives, he's feeling pretty smashed, somewhat iddly tiddly dee, jush a shlight bit rdunk. And we know what being rdunk does to his rdi….k.
He lifts his head up, with both hands, when the door bell chimes. Over the hills and far away, he carries himself through the living room and turns left at Albequeque to the front door.
He peeks through the peep hole, and waves. "Hi there, I can see you. You wanna come in?"
The very kute guy seems to be saying something, but Kurt can't fathom anything, 'cause the door is still shut.
"Oh, I'll jush open the door." Opens door, opens wire door, opens wallet and opens a few buttons of his shirt. "You're kinda kute. Whas you're name?"
"Blaine, here's your pizza, here's your change, here's my number."
"Hmmm, thanks. You know what happened once?" Blaine doesn't look too impressed with a rdunk Kurt. But he humours him, 'cause he's somewhat intrigued.
"I had a pizza fella here once, and a little too much rdink in me and was slightly rdunk. And I nearly had a pizza fella." Blaine goes passed Kurt, to put the deliveries on the table.
"Really, did you? Or are you talking about right now?" He turns around, leans against the table, crosses his arms over his chest and can't help but smile at a very, gorgeous, very adorable, very kute rdunk Kurt.
"Yes, I did. And I'm not sure about right now." Kurts a little miffed, a little red faced, a little aroused by this hunky Blaine. He grabs the back of a chair, and tries to walk around and sit down. But stumbles into one really delicious smelling Blaine. "You smell delightful. Kinda like pizza and garlick."
He taps Blaine's nose, and has his eyes so close, looking at all of Blaine's face. Blaine had to hold him up, after he'd stumbled. And if we all didn't know better, it would look like they were cuddling.
Kurt closes his eyes a moment, and sniffs in Blaine's breath. "Hmmm, you're dreamy alright."
Blaine hums amusement and delight. "So, what happened to this other pizza fella then?"
"Well, it was really awkward and so unprofessional. I actually had to push him out the door, aaaaand as I put my hand on his really well formed upper arm muscles, I... I thanked God I didn't have long finger nails. 'cause I dug my little fingys in his arm. Poor fella. I pushed him out the door and nearly threw myself at him when he tripped on the step. Slammed the door shuT! And enjoyed that pizza."
"Yeah, you should get those steps fixed. I nearly hurt myself, again, coming up them." At this information Kurt is at attention and full of concern.
"Are you alright now?" He tries to stand up, but is too wobbly. He checks Blaine's arms, taps his chest, grabs his head roughly and moves him around like a big Teddy Bear. "Nope. Don't see anything wrong with you, at all." Kurt's been checking Blaine out with hands that turn into massaging fingers. "Hmmmmm!"
Blaine pries Kurt off him. "I'm alright, I'm fine thank you." and tidies up his hair from Kurt's roughness.
"Okay then, well do you want to join me for some pizza, or lasagne?"
"No, thank you. I still have two more deliveries to make."
"Well, when you finish you can come back for some. I always order a lot, 'cause then, I can 'share'."
"That would be nice, thank you. But….." And by now he's helped Kurt settle on the couch, and removed all sharp objects and hazzardous materials out of harms way. And he tucks the light blankie up under Kurt's little chin, he's a little too rdunk for eating. "But, I'll come back for some garlick bread though."
"Fine! Be that way then…." And Blaine can't help but smile at Kurt's attempt of being a little grumpy. "Come back for some garlick bread, when you're finished. And I'll …."
"And you'll fall asleep, just now." Blaine takes advantage of the situation. "And I'll … just kiss you gently on your lips, and think about how kute you are, how lovely you smell, how soft and wonderful you feel."
He brushes the hair out of Kurts face, and feels such warmth as he gently glides his hand through and down to his neck. He kisses him on his forehead, sighs deeply and makes his way out.
"That's the second time this guys been rdunk when I've delivered here. I better come back tomorrow night and see that he's fine."
~ As he walks toward the door, he notices that lots of furniture is missing, but doesn't put two and two together ~
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