AN: Oh gosh, I'm sorry, a bunch of people dragged me off for a batchelor party. (Which was weird, as I'm a girl, but the guy was gay, so...)
Anyway, I just got back, and decided to post this part of the end, which envolves sexting, because kinky sexting is my favorite new thing ever. (In fiction, not real life.)
So, you know, if anyone who reads this is a writer, and writes a hot sexting story, do alert me.
Blaine sighed, pulling out his notebook, glaring at the pages detailing the many ways he would enjoy taking Kurt. This damn notebook was most definately the worst idea he had ever had.
Kurt had texted him last night, instead of coming to Blaine's dorm for their nightly fuck. It wasn't even a sexy text, it was a 'not in the mood' text. Since when was Kurt not in the mood? It was all the notebook's fault, Wes told him that David had alerted Kurt of its exsistance, which of course ment that Kurt had hunted it down and read it, and it had probly freaked him out. They had only been dating for three weeks, so Blaine had never really gotten around to the whole kink thing. What was he going to do, walk up to Kurt and be all 'hey, I think you should crossdress and completely submit to me because it's hot and I think you'd look delicious in a skirt.'
Knowing Kurt, that probly wouldn't go over well. Of course, having Kurt find the notebook wasn't desireable either, but that was more than likely what had happened. Blaine flipped through the notebook, checking for any signs that Kurt had read it, like scribbled warnings to never come near him again, or tear stains because his boyfriend objectified hiim in such a way.
You know, clues.
Blaine nearly dropped the notebook when he turned to the last page.
Dear Blaine,
I'm terribly sorry I couldn't make our 'date' last night. I have decided that, in order to make it up to you, I shall allow you to act out anything from the notebook that you want.
I'll be at your room as usual tonight, I promise.
Yours always,
Kurt
Blaine could hardly breathe. That little...oh, Kurt was going to get it! Blaine had been freaking out here! He fished his phone from his pocket, quickly typing out a text to Kurt.
To: Kurt
You are in so much trouble.
He tapped his fingers impatiently, anxiously awaiting Kurt's response.
From: Kurt
Oh? And why is that?
Oh, so he was going to play innocent, was he?
To: Kurt
You know exsactly why. I was so worried you were freaked out about the notebook, and then I find that naughty little note you left me. You don't honestly think I'm going to let you get away with that, do you baby?
From: Kurt
Mmmmm, I had hoped not.
Blaine groaned. Was he really expected to wait until tonight? His phone buzzed again, and he looked down at it curiously.
From: Kurt
What are you going to do to me tonight?
Blaine smirked. No way, he wanted Kurt to squirm with unceartainty.
To: Kurt
Oh no, I'm not telling you a thing. You can be patient like a good little boy, and find out tonight.
From: Kurt
You're no fun.
To: Kurt
I'm plenty of fun, as you'll soon find out.
From: Kurt
I can't wait until I'm at your mercy...
Oh hell, how is it that Kurt can turn him on without even being in the room?
To: Kurt
Same here baby.
The bell rang. Damnit, why does that always happen when he's having an important conversation?
To: Kurt
Gtg. I love you.
From: Kurt
I love you too.
And Blaine?
To: Kurt
Yes, love?
From: Kurt
Try not to lose it when you see my skirt.
Blaine actually did drop his phone at that. This boy was going to be the death of him.
Atleast he'd die happy.
AN: Before someone reads WAY too into that, Blaine isn't going to literally die.
You all laugh and think I'm overdramatic. Trust me, with the reaction my friend gave me, I have reason.
OH! ALSO
Was I the only one watching the Klaine kissage and thinking "Kurt's innocent my ass!" ?
Just asking...
