Summary – In which Finn stutters, and Blaine may have drooled.

Drool

Kurt and Blaine were hanging out in Kurt's basement, just sitting around and talking. It was just a normal Saturday.

"So, the wedding's this weekend, right?" Blaine asked.

Kurt smiled dreamily, "Yeah, it's going to be so fabulous. Carol looks wonderful in her dress."

"That's great," Blaine said, "I'm sorry I can't go, but it's my little sister's birthday..."

"I totally understand," Kurt cut him off, Blaine had been agonizing over turning down his invite for a week, but it really wasn't a big deal. Well, it was a big deal, but so is his sister's birthday, so Kurt was okay with it.

"Hey, did you-" Blaine accidentally knocked his foot into a scented candle that had been on the table and it fell onto Kurt.

Luckily, the flame went out before it his Kurt, but the younger boy jumped up, knocking the candle onto the ground and ripping off his shirt.

Kurt hissed in pain, and hoped the candle wax wouldn't stain his favorite V-Neck. The hot wax burnt his skin and where it had fallen on him there was a pink mark on his stomach.

"I'm so sorry!" Blaine said frantically, jumping up from his seat and stepping closer to Kurt, not quite sure what to do.

Kurt laughed, "It's fine, it didn't burn me, it was just a little hot."

He poked the still warm spot on his stomach and Blaine followed the movement with his eyes.

With a start, he noticed that Kurt was, well, muscular.

It was not something he had been expecting.

The soprano often wore long sleeves, so Blaine barely even saw his arms, but Kurt shirtless was...wow.

"Hey Kurt, Burt told me you were down- whoa," Finn looked at them, Kurt shirtless and Blaine standing extremely close to him, blushing. "I, uh, was just...mom and Burt are, uh, out, and went to, you know, plan, stuff, so I thought we'd hang out- I'm going to go up stairs now."

Finn fled the room hastily, and Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"That was weird," Kurt said cluelessly, "Wonder what he was going on about."

"Kurt," Blaine said, not sure if he should really point this out, "You're not wearing a shirt. And you're alone. In a basement. With another gay guy. What do you think it was about?"

Kurt stared at him for a moment, before a look of understanding dawned on him.

"Ohhhhhhhh," He said, suddenly uncomfortable.

Blaine coughed, "If you want...we could give him a reason to stutter like that." Kurt blinked in surprise, and Blaine blushed, "Or we could, you know, not..."

"Giving him a reason sounds...nice," Kurt smiled, and Blaine grinned in relief.

Upstairs, Finn sat at the kitchen table awkwardly.

He really, really hoped that never happened again. Ever.

Unfortunately, Kurt and Blaine practically made sure it would happen. Often.

a/n- ugh I really am not happy with this one...

STILL TAKING REQUESTS