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Bad poetry! Galore! Even though it's no longer Valentine's Day! Lenore! And quoth the Raven: Never-more.
14 Reasons I Love You
8. Valentine's Day is a time for commercial, sappy, bad poetry and love letters and chocolate. I don't think that the way I love you is commercial. I'm not head-over-heels for you. Well, I am but I'm cynical about it, so ... I'm not commercial. That said, I...well...I can write bad poetry just as well as anybody else.
'Hot'. You know what, sweetheart? You're hot.
I'm not going to let up on the bad poetry, though. Mockery, away!
"What?" Kurt said, backing away from him with his eyes wide, as if he was totally shocked by the proposition. Blaine smirked and kept the door from swinging closed with the palm of his hand, caressing the smooth grain of the door. He narrowed his eyes and smirked wider. Kurt's answering smile had nothing of the shyness that his demeanor would imply, and everything of the mischief that characterised who he was.
How could people not see this fabulous boy? Not want to have him? Not want to have him smile at them?
Your smile, it's a splendid thing,
You involve your whole body in it. I, I'm shivering when you smile because it lights your eyes and I have this feeling that I should be singing, because you're so appealing,
um, I'll be singing, yes I'll be singing, with joy.
Because you're smiling. So yeah.
Blaine stepped forward, measuring the distance of each step. The heavy door shut behind him with a click, and his hand locked it before he took another step forward. A step forward. Another. Kurt backed away the exact distance of each step, his smirk so wide it would be better called a smile, if it hadn't had that mischief clinging about his lips.
Kurt's back met the wall behind him at the corner of the room, and Blaine stepped forward again. And again. And again, until he could reach out with an arm and trap Kurt. Blaine swiped his other thumb across Kurt's lips and looked directly at him. He held Kurt's gaze long enough that Kurt began to fidget, uncomfortably.
"What?" Kurt said again. "What did you have planned, anyway?"
"Well," Blaine said, slowly. "It's Valentine's Day, I've locked the door...I've told Wes and David to stop anyone from...bothering the two of us...and..." he leaned down and kissed Kurt, parting his lips with his tongue.
"Oh," Kurt said when they broke apart. "I guess we could...but, wouldn't, I mean-"
Blaine snapped away from him at once, backing away very quickly. "Oh no, no, we weren't going to do That. Tsk tsk tsk, I never knew you were so dirty, Kurt."
Kurt's face went bright red. It was surprising, Blaine thought, how fast Kurt could change skin colour.
"No, the kiss?" Blaine said. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist."
"Don't you dare apologise for kissing me," Kurt said. He peeled himself off the wall and made an exaggerated show of breathing heavily. "Do you see what you do to me?"
"Yes," Blaine breathed. "I do see."
The ensuing silence was angular and a bit awkward.
Do you see what you do to me?
Well of course not, we've shut off the video.
I'm always laughing or smiling, okay, or ignoring you.
But that's because I'm thinking of all the things I want to do with you.
...Not like that, you dirty, dirty...
And okay, that was my fault anyway, so I can't blame Anybody but myself.
But it's so fun, just like loving you Something I can't help but do. It's in my happiness,
And I thrill, everyday, even still, when you talk to me, and I gotta be myself.
"Er," Kurt said. "Why are you here then, Blaine?"
Blaine slipped a disc into his CD player, concealing the cover picture (of Sue Sylvester's wedding picture) on it, and turned on the music. "Sing with me." He made some show of singing falsetto along with the singer.
Kurt's smirk returned. "You're so ridiculous, Blaine."
"But you love it. Come on," he said, grabbing Kurt by the hand and dragging him into the middle of the room. "You're so good to me, baby - baby..."
Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head and smirked. "You're not going to get me to sing that, Blaine. You're really not."
"Can you deny this hot body? Come on, Kurt. You know you want to."
"What are we, thirteen? I can deny your...meager charms, boyfriend."
"Meager, now? And how did I land you, then?"
"It was entirely out of pity for your puppy-dog eyes."
"You mean these ones?"
Kurt squinched his eyes shut tighter. "Not looking!"
Blaine kissed him gently, once on each eyelid, on the tip of his nose, on his lips. "Cute as that is, come on - you know the words, I hope?"
"Of course," Kurt said. He rolled his eyes. And froze. "Darn, I fell right into your trap."
"Can you resist this face? Well? Can you?"
Kurt started to laugh. "Oh, well, okay, no, I guess - I guess not."
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I wish I could've stayed, to hand your valentine to you.
Instead you gotta deal with this weird online filck.
You know I can't resist anything you want Whatever you want, if I can give it, I will.
"You're so good to me, baby - baby..."
"Stop that," Kurt said, and slapped him in the head. "I should be the one saying that, anyway."
"We can both sing it, okay?"
"Fine."
Blaine restarted the track.
"You're so good to me - baby, baby..."
"You're a split-second ahead of me! We should be in time!"
"What, are you Rachel or something?"
"Shh, the music's continuing."
"We suck so hard-"
"I wanna lock you up in my closet-"
"Hmm. Actually, I would love to suck y-"
"B-Blaine!" Kurt said, stumbling over his words and missing the cue. "Sugar...now we have to start again. Again! For the fourth time!" Kurt was bright red at this point. "This was your idea in the first place! Stop being...stop being so...arrrgh."
"I couldn't resist," Blaine said. He smirked. Kurt hit him.
"You're such a-a- horndog. I don't even-I don't even know-"
"Can't help it. I have this beautiful boyfriend, you see, and he's standing rather close to me."
Kurt rolled his eyes and restarted the track.
"For the eighth time, Blaine! I want to get it right!"
"Well..." Blaine said, tilting his head to the side and thinking hard. "If I can get my hands on you, I'll behave."
"...Fine," Kurt said. "You can touch me."
"Yay!"
"N-N-Not like that!" Kurt was almost glowing red. "Normal touching, Blaine. Normal!"
"Aww. Ninth time lucky?"
"You're the one causing the problems in the first place."
Blaine slapped at the player.
"You know what's perfect timing?"
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You're so good to me, baby - baby..."
"I want to lock you up in my closet-" Blaine advanced on Kurt again, and Kurt gave way to him, beat by beat, his smirk wider than ever, his eyes dancing. He lived for this, singing and loving, maybe both at the same time. His thoughts flickered further down that track and he clapped his hand to his mouth to prevent a giggle from slipping out.
His face was so hot he was probably glowing.
"When no one's around-" Kurt backed into the same corner, and Blaine trapped him on both sides with his arms, leaning in until their faces were almost touching. Kurt tried to hold his breath. If he breathed Blaine in about now, he wouldn't be able to resist...touching...and he wanted to get through the song first.
"I want to put your hand in my pocket..." Blaine backed away, smirking. Kurt brought a hand to his chest and pushed against it, trying to quell the butterflies. To think that Blaine - this beautiful, amazing boy, wanted to kiss him, wanted to...
(permanently red face now)
...do things to him that he fantasized about, and that he could kiss him anytime, do...things to him anytime, and no one would object or call him out - it was intoxicating, that feeling.
"Because you're allowed-" Blaine made his smile wider, tried to impress upon this shy boy, this beautiful boy, that he really was. He was allowed. Dalton was a safer place. There wasn't any bullying here. Kurt could be free to do whatever he wanted, and Blaine would back him all along the way.
Like a cucumber in the middle of June I'm mildly chilled
and I know that winter's coming soon.
The winter that is where, you bundle up and don't care
about me the same way I do for you.
Cause I know, (three-four)
And you know, (three-four)
That I love you, more than words could say. Like a cucumber. In the middle
Of June.
You smell like summer. Like sausages. In sizzles. On a fire.
I mean, what a bummer. Because it's winter now, and I'm a cucumber.
And sausages and cucumbers. Don't go together. At all.
But if we make it work, they will.
Cause it's February. And it's summer. And there's ice-cream lines.
And every, every day I'm a little more in love with you. Since it's Valentine's.
And you deserve more than a cucumber.
What a bummer. Beautiful girl...
"I want to-" Blaine's jaw fell open, unbidden. His breath caught and he almost choked on air.
"-drive you into a corner," Kurt sang, his tongue caressing his lips. He bit on them, and advanced on Blaine, his eyes dark with want.
Blaine staggered back, faltering and shocked. Kurt reached out and pressed a palm to Blaine's chest, his warm, broad chest, and pushed him softly. Blaine fell down onto the carpet with a modicum of grace, opening his mouth as if to say something. Kurt leaned over him.
"And kiss you without a sound..." Kurt straddled him and leaned forward, still singing, making his tone smoky and seductive.
Blaine's eyes were so wide - Kurt laughed on the inside and kissed him in the gap between lines. With the kiss, Blaine regained his bearings, delight lighting him up from the inside until he felt as if he should be glowing with it, light emanating from everywhere. Kurt was...he was...
"I want to stay this way, forever-I'll say it loud," Blaine whispered as Kurt sang it, then matched his voice to Kurt's for the next line.
"Now you're in, and you can't get out-" Blaine trapped him in the circle of his arms, lay back until they were sprawled on the floor, all limbs and singing to each other, their eyes delighted and their voices ringing.
"You make me so hot, you make me wanna drop," Kurt sang to his boyfriend, and then especially meant the next line. Yeah, the land of realistic emotion? Embodied. By. The next line.
"You're so ridiculous! But I can barely stop..." He grinned down at Blaine, and Blaine pulled him in to kiss him. Kurt stopped breathing for a while. Which matched the lines of the song that they missed, so he didn't mind. Actions - same but better than words - right?
"You're so fabulous," Blaine countered him with the same amount of emotion, "You're so good to me - baby, baby..." He pulled Kurt up and dragged him along by his wrist. With a sweep, he cleared the table and toed off his shoes, dragging Kurt upward so that they stood on the table. Kurt looked bemused, so Blaine kissed him. Better for him to be dazed than confused. Blaine unbuttoned his dress shirt, loosening his tie and setting his hands on Kurt's hips. This would be about the time f-whaa-what was heeheee-can't-think-
Kurt ran his hands under Blaine's shirt, marvelling at his own daring, and traced the musculature there.
"I-I can-I can show you all the places-" Blaine stuttered, trying to keep pace with the music, and mostly succeeding. "-Y-You've never been-but you're getting there. Real fast," he added in a fervent whisper, and tried to moan quietly so he wouldn't interrupt the music.
"And I can make you say Anything," Kurt sang, the mischief animating him full-bore now, sliding his hands up toned, tanned flesh. Kurt memorised every moment of making his older, self-confident boyfriend stutter and bite back his moans. "Say 'anything'."
"Anything! Just keep going!" Blaine hissed. Kurt hooked a leg over his and tilted them off the table onto the other couch.
"-That you never said-and I will let you do anything-" Kurt sang this a lot quieter than the other lines, but with no less emotion. He went bright red again, though this time the red extended down past his neck. Blaine twitched with the need to know how far down the red extended, and bit his lip. He shifted, so that Kurt wouldn't notice what else twitched.
Blaine ran his hands up Kurt's side to tickle him, making Kurt flail. His smirk twisted a little bit as Kurt's flail hit him in the face. He winced. "But I could do this," he whispered to Kurt, timing it just right -
"Again and again-making you happy, I mean," he added, and wrapped his arms around Kurt to occupy him, tangling their legs up further. "And now you're in, and you can't get out..."
"I don't want to," Kurt whispered into his shoulder, and kissed him on the lips.
"You make me so hot-"
"Shut up, Blaine, and kiss me."
"Gladly."
Blaine bit his boyfriend's lip, and Kurt moaned against him and parted, while the music played on. Except that that sounded like it was band music, which it-why was he thinking again?
He broke away for the bridge, though. He liked the bridge. He did.
"Kiss me-gently-"
"I was, you prick...okay, so it got pretty rough near the end, but still! it was pretty gentle...mostly...oh sugar, I called you a prick, I'm so sorry..."
Blaine grinned to let him know that that was alright, and also that his shade of red was quickly becoming Blaine's new favorite colour.
You like red and black,
I like blue and white,
Together we will have since I love you,
All the colors of the red-and-black-and-blue-and-white rainbow.
To color all the papers that we'll write and act
together-
"Always, I know," Kurt joined him, and smiled, their voices intertwining and spiralling and caressing each other's, like their lips and hands were a moment ago.
"Hold me, love me, don't ever go-"
"It's mutual, Blaine, please believe me."
"I will. I will...you're so good to me..."
"That's coming up soon, boyfriend, but not right-you make me so hot-"
"-you make me wanna drop," Blaine finished, backing his boyfriend from underneath with the melody, steady and solid, letting Kurt soar free as he needed to do, wanted to do, lived to do; soared high effortless over the line, hit each note and rang them against their linked hands and bodies and voices, soprano E-flat's and almost, almost higher, this potential, this full potential that Kurt was reaching even now.
He was so in awe of his boyfriend, the timbre of his voice, the fullness of his tone; he held the embodiment of this amazing voice in the crook of his arms and sang, too, but there were tears in the corner of his eyes. Just let there be - just let him be with Kurt. Always and always. Again and again.
"You're so ridiculous-" Kurt dropped back into melody for a split-second and poked Blaine in the chest. "Why are you crying?"
"I can hardly breathe," Blaine said, his voice catching and going breathy. "Your-awesome makes me wanna scream - why you so fabulous? You're so good to me-"
"That was positively Jamie of you," Kurt whispered. "'Why you so fabulous?' Imitating a faux-Asian accent or something?"
Why you so, good to me?
Why you so, fantastic?
Why you still, smile at me?
It not good, I not know,
How to say, "Hallo."
"I love you," "I Chinee,"
"I can't do, dis breathing thing,"
"What? Is this, what you call love-"
Happy Val-entine's Day I Chinee, you know I say
Wo ai ni, I love you, I love you,
three times I'll say it,
Superstitions, let me bind me to you.
"Or something," Blaine whispered back. "You make me so hot-"
"You're so ridiculous, but I can barely stop-" Kurt overrode his post, weaving the harmony with the track and Blaine's voice, echoing rising dipping descant, his voice quicksilver silver around everything. Blaine beamed and drew breath as Kurt went on, imbuing everything he had and readying he had.
"You're so fabulous," he sang to his boyfriend, and his boyfriend sang right back, their voices mixing and matching and ringing and vibrating against each other and amplifying each other, their tones copper and silver and gold and perfect, perfect.
"You make me so hot, you make me wanna drop," Kurt sang to his boyfriend, and uncoiled off him, untangled himself from Blaine until he could plop into the couch next to his boy and rest his head on Blaine's (warm, broad, amazing) shoulder and sing to the room at large, to the world at large. It wasn't innocent lyric by any means, but it could be Pure.
"You're so ridiculous, I can barely stop-" Kurt.
"I can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream," Blaine rose in volume and gravitas, as pure as Kurt could have ever wanted it, and Kurt matched it and loved it and rose with it, and loved it some more.
"You're so fabulous, you're so good to me- baby, baby..." Blaine smiled at the wall in front of them, closing his eyes and letting the thrum ring through him.
"You're so good to me-baby, baby..." Kurt whisper-sang to him, and worked his hand into Blaine's, folding their fingers together.
"You're so good to me."
"You know what, Blaine?"
"What?"
"Personally I think you've gotten better at showing your feelings, song or no song."
Blaine chuckled. "Happy Valentine's Day, Kurt. My valentine's day present to you."
"What, being annoying? Stop. Stop that. Stop wooing me with those eyes."
"I can't help it if I'm perfect. Ow. See, I knew you'd do that."
"Just like I know that, When you're being an idiot, my hand gravitates to your shoulder. quickly."
Yeah, so, as usual, all the poetry here has a tune.
Hope you enjoyed the horrible poetry. XD I'll sing them to you soon, if you want. Have a happy birthday party, yo.
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