Which he did.
"Did you just sniff me...and then lick me?" Came a groggy, rough, but high voice above his head and he buried his face in the chest again and laughed.
"Yes." He mumbled into Kurt's skin and felt his chest vibrate with his own chuckle.
"What's the time?" Kurt asked as he pulled his arms away from Blaine's warm back, and stretched them above his head.
Blaine watched as the skin of Kurt's chest stretched underneath his face, the muscles of his pecks pulling a little tight, and one nipple came into view, and Blaine could not resist.
He licked across it as it moved in front of his lips, and Kurt shuddered before chuckling again.
"I don't know what the time is...but I know what I want to do...twice." Blaine groaned out as he continued laving his tongue around Kurt's nipple and then across to the middle of his chest, where he began mouthing at it with his teeth.
"Not that I mind the attention," Kurt said a little teasingly while running one hand down Blaine's muscled back, and then squeezing a cheek of Blaine's underwear covered ass, "But don't you need to pick up your daughter this morning?"
Blaine shot up and flew off the couch to grab his phone, seeing the time and the missed calls and messages, before grumbling a "Shit."
"I take it, that means it's home time for me." Kurt said as he rolled his eyes and sat up to look for his discarded shirt.
Blaine ran a hand over his face.
"I can give you a ride?" He offered but Kurt chuckled and leaned over to kiss him.
Blaine grabbed the last opportunity he could to make it last longer, so he tugged Kurt's hair in one hand roughly, and smashing their lips together as Kurt stumbled into him, crashing back down on top of Blaine on the couch.
"I...don't...want you...to...go," Blaine mumbled into Kurt's mouth, around swipes of their tongues, and Kurt smiled amused at him, before licking into his mouth one last time before pulling away, "But I did promise her."
"Hey look, I have kids, I know how important it is." Kurt said with a shrug and Blaine nodded with a small smile.
His eyes turned dark again as Kurt was looking down at him, now seated comfortably in his lap, and he moved into him once more, sealing their lips together.
Kurt pulled away and extracted himself from Blaine's lap this time, patting his chest as he got up.
"Don't make her wait any longer." Kurt said as he grabbed his shirt off of the floor, and putting it on, wrinkling his nose cutely at the smell on it.
Blaine offered him a ride again but Kurt declined, claiming he had to air out his shirt of the smells from yesterday anyway, and Blaine laughed.
"Could I-" Blaine started and Kurt turned from the front door to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "nah, forget it."
"What?"
"No, don't worry." Blaine waved it off, and Kurt rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms and giving Blaine a pointed look.
"Blaine, what is it?"
Seeing that Kurt wasn't leaving without knowing what Blaine was going to ask, he bit the bullet and decided to just jump in with both feet.
"Could I...maybe, have your number?" Blaine asked a little more nervously than he wanted, and both of Kurt's eyebrows nearly reached his hairline as he stared back at him.
"I- Blaine, I don't do the dating thing."
"Oh, no, I mean- No, I just thought it- we could do the friends thing?"
"Friends thing?" Kurt said slowly, clearly Blaine was horrible at explaining things.
"Being friends." Blaine corrected himself and Kurt almost laughed.
He took a second to think it over, before he reached a hand into his jean pocket and removed his phone.
"Alright, what's your number?"
After Blaine gave Kurt his number, Kurt spent about 20 seconds, typing out something, and then he winked at him, as Blaine's phone buzzed in his hand, and before he could ask what Kurt had sent him, he was gone.
Blaine shook his head as he closed the door, looking down at his screen while he slipped his feet into his sneakers.
You're cute when you don't try so fucking hard ;)
Blaine smiled as he sent his own winking face to the number and then saved the contact as Kurt, before setting off to retrieve his daughter, hoping beyond hope that his ex-wife wouldn't be too pissed at him that he was 2 hours late.
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Melanie wasn't pissed off at him, but then again, he almost always showed up on time. His reason was a lie this time, but she didn't have to know that, it was his own business now. Nothing to do with her.
When he pulled up at the house, his daughter ran outside to greet him with a big happy smile on her cute little face, and he beamed back at her. She has always been the light of his life.
"Hey sweetheart," he said as he lifted her off her feet, spinning her around in the air as she giggled, "Have you been a good girl for mommy?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed loudly, as her giggles quieted and he placed her back down on the ground, "Can we go now?!"
"Ok, ok, go and get in the car." Blaine laughed down at her, and she squealed happily as she ran for the car, and he followed after her, already regretting the decision to drink the night before.
He tried to ignore the slight glare she was giving him as he buckled her into her seat, but after sitting in his own seat and driving along for a minute, he began to feel a little self-conscious. He turned to her and smiled, but she continued to glare at him with narrowed eyes.
"What?" He asked a little worriedly, and she huffed and crossed her arms.
"Daddy, where were you this morning?" She asked with a hard tone in her tiny voice, and Blaine was a little surprised at the question.
"What do you mean?" He asked, but he couldn't concentrate on her features, because he was driving, but he heard her huff again.
"I was waiting at the window for 2 hours, daddy! 2 hours!" She almost yelled and Blaine was a little shocked at that, and he faced his daughter with wide eyes, "Why were you late? Mommy said you were late."
"I-erm I-" Blaine stammered, struggling to find words to explain to his diva of a daughter.
"And I was waiting daddy." She huffed again, and Blaine sighed a little.
"I'm sorry sweetheart," he said gently, trying his best to soothe her, but now her voice was beginning to make his already sore head worse, "Daddy overslept."
"But why? Don't you have an alarm clock?" She turned to regard him with calculating eyes, and he almost laughed at her expression.
"Erm no, I don't." he said as he shook his head.
"Ok, that just means I get to spend 2 more hours with you this week, to make up for it...mommy said so." She told him with a brilliant smile.
"Did she?" Blaine mused and she just nodded.
"Uhuh."
Blaine shook his head as he continued to drive back to his place. They had to stop at the grocery store first, because he was out of her favourite cereal, and he never wanted to go back to that time when he didn't have it for her breakfast one morning.
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Blaine was a little grumpy when they got in from the grocery store. Samantha didn't seem that put out from what happened, as she scampered off to put the television on. Blaine sighed. He actually couldn't believe what had happened.
When they had arrived at the grocery store, Samantha had started making a fuss about not being put in the shopping cart, claiming loudly that she wasn't a baby, so Blaine had to make sure she was in his sight all the time while he was perusing the shelves.
His daughter was being demanding, which was normal for Blaine to deal with, but the one person he never wanted to run into while she was being a diva, he ended up bumping into, or Samantha did, literally.
"Ouch!" Sam cried out as she collided with someone's legs and ended up on her butt.
"Oh my gosh, sweetie, are you ok?"
Blaine recognized that voice, and he turned sharply, to see Kurt kneeling and trying to soothe his daughter, who was still sitting on the floor rubbing her arm.
"Daddy!" She cried out loudly, causing Kurt to back up a little, and Blaine rushed over to her with a sigh.
"I'm here, Sammy, you're ok." He said as he leaned down and picked her up off of the floor, leaving his shopping cart up the aisle.
"Oh Blaine," Kurt said with wide eyes, and a small smile, "she's your daughter?"
Blaine nodded as he continued rubbing Samantha's back and soothing her quietly.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't see her." Kurt said in way of an apology, but Blaine waved it off.
"It's ok, she shouldn't have been running around in here anyway," Blaine explained and then he turned to his daughter, who still held a little pout on her face, "Sammy, can you goin the cart now?"
"No." She said sternly and Kurt's eyebrows raised a little, and he turned away from Blaine and Samantha, trying not to laugh.
Blaine sighed.
"You are going in the cart now." Blaine said a little more sternly and watched as her eyes widened and he braced himself for the onslaught of verbal defiance.
"I don't want to go in the cart! I'm not a baby! Mommy let's me walk with her!" She screamed at him, and struggled to get out of his arms as he walked back to the shopping cart.
"I'm not your mother, and you're going in the cart Samantha." Blaine told her, face reddening out of slight embarrassment, as Kurt stood and heard everything that was being said.
"No, I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" She kicked out at him, and waved her arms around in a desperate attempt to get out of his arms, but he wouldn't relent.
"Samantha." Blaine warned and she started sobbing.
"No!" She cried and he sat her in the cart, pushing her tiny legs through and plonking her butt on the little plastic seat and she smacked one of his arms, "Meanie! You big stupid meanie!"
"Sam!" Blaine lost his patience with her, and she cried again as he buckled her in, so she couldn't move out of it.
"I don't wanna go in the cart!" She thrashed and screamed and kicked her feet, and Blaine just ran a hand through his hair and looked back at Kurt.
Kurt was wide eyed as he watched the scene unfold, and Blaine shrugged a little helplessly. Kurt's expression turned to one of sympathy, and then he walked away, giving Blaine a small wave.
Blaine placed a hand over his face and then ignored his daughter's attitude through the rest of his shopping, hoping to god, Kurt wouldn't change his mind about being his friend.
Blaine sat at the kitchen table with a coffee in hand, while Samantha was watching television, he could hear her laughter at whatever she was watching.
Why was it today of all days, that she had to proclaim to the world how much of a diva she was? And why was Kurt there to witness it?
He sunk into his chair, clutching his coffee cup and internally groaning. Could things get any worse?
His phone began ringing, and the jingle caught his attention. It was the station. That's all Blaine needed today.
