Last Ten
Sweets Shared
(prompted by ThatChicThatLikesToSing and emmrZep)
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by padfoot
"Hey, Blaine, could you try this for me."
"But Kurt, argh-!"
Kurt watched on with a smile as Blaine tried to speak around the wooden spoon that had been shoved in his mouth. He could see the moment when the sweet-tasting batter settled on his tongue, and watched with satisfaction as his struggling stopped.
"Is it good?" Kurt asked.
Blaine made a noise of affirmation.
...
"Blaine, one ice cream is not going to kill you."
"I know."
"Then why can't we go get ice creams?"
"We have fruit salad right here, and sparkling cider to go with it. The ice cream is all the way over there."
"That's not more than a hundred feet away. And buying the ice cream will give us enough energy to walk all the way back here to our rug and finish our picnic, without dying from heat exhaustion."
"Do you not like the fruit salad, Kurt? Is that what this is about?"
"I love the fruit salad. Of course I do. I love it even more when you feed it to me. But as sexy as warm strawberries are, ice cream, right now, would be so much sexier."
...
Kurt got an icy pole. Like always.
And he was licking it and sucking on it and sticky juice was melting on his lips and then his tongue was sweeping over to clean it off. And Blaine was watching, feeling like a complete... sleaze about the dirty, dirty thoughts running through his head.
"You see," Kurt said with a wicked grin. "Ice cream was a great idea."
And oh god he so knew he was doing this to Blaine.
...
"Redvine?"
Blaine grinned as he held up the packet.
Folded up neatly on Blaine's bed, eyes fixed on the latest novel he'd immersed himself in, Kurt shuddered delicately.
"No, thank you," he replied.
Blaine shrugged and pulled out two sweets for himself.
...
There may or may not have been substantial amounts of cookie dough inside Kurt's shirt. He wasn't yet sure if he was allowed to admit to that, given that Carole was standing in the kitchen doorway, looking accusingly between him and Blaine.
"What happened here?" she asked, trying to be firm.
Blaine pointed wordlessly at Kurt. Kurt immediately gaped, shook his head and pointed defiantly back.
Carole watched on, schooling her expression to stay angry, as the boys broke down into a fit of giggles.
"How about I don't blame either of you, and both of you get around to cleaning it up. Now."
"Yes, Carole," they chorused.
She nodded and left the room.
"Is that cookie dough in your hair?" Kurt asked, moving closer to Blaine and plucking a chocolate chip from his curls.
"You've got some on your face," Blaine pointed out, reaching a thumb across to wipe at Kurt's cheek, then his forehead, then his nose.
Kurt could feel the oily batter streak across his skin and he scrunched up his nose at the sensation.
"Urgh. I don't know if I have the skin care products to get rid of all this."
Blaine grinned. Licked his lips.
"I'm sure I can help with that," he offered.
Kurt smiled back.
"There's cookie dough in my shirt too. Kind of feels like it's smudged all over my chest."
Blaine tongue darted out of his mouth again, soft and pink and-
"And probably down my pants too, let's face it. That's a lot of helping you'll have to do to clean me up."
Heaving a dramatic sigh, Blaine leant in close to Kurt's ear, his nose tickling his boyfriend's hair.
"I'm here to help," he murmured, voice deep and husky.
Then Kurt shrieked. Blaine chuckled. And continued licking a long, wet line down his boyfriend's cheek.
...
"Redvine?"
Kurt and Blaine were sitting at the lunch table at McKinley, Kurt feeling more out of place in the school than he ever had before.
"Not today," he said, shaking his head.
"You say that every time," Blaine pouted.
"And on the day you give me a Redvine as part of an offer that I can't refuse, I'll finally have one. Until then though..."
Kurt trailed off, going back to his sandwich. Opposite him, Blaine frowned, biting into the Redvine absent-mindedly.
His eyes were on the table, his brow furrowed as he repeated under his breath, "An offer you can't refuse."
...
"I know I was the one who told you go, but now all I can think of is things I'll miss."
Blaine's tone was light, but his eyes were serious as he watched Kurt move around his room, picking up clothes and photos and books, trying to organise them into his already stuffed-full suitcase. Blaine was sitting on Kurt's bed, oh-so-classily wearing only his jeans and a towel that Kurt had thrown at him earlier, back when they'd been cleaning up.
"You can't do this now, Blaine," Kurt warned. "You have a lot of power, you know. You used it to convince me to go, so don't use it to un-convince me." He stopped his rapid movement, fixing his gaze on his boyfriend. "I can't get my mind around leaving you twice. Please don't make me do it again."
"I know. I won't. I'm sorry," Blaine said hastily, reaching out to brush his knuckles over Kurt's cheek. "I just. I don't want you to go. I'll never want you to go. But I know that you need to go. For you, mostly. Also for me and for Rachel. But mostly for you. For your life, and your dreams. And your happiness."
"I'm happy here," Kurt pointed out.
Blaine smiled sadly, letting his hand drop from Kurt's face.
"No, you're not," he simply replied.
There was silence for a while as Kurt recommenced his packing and Blaine kept watching on.
"Do you want to know what I'm going to miss the most?" Blaine asked, and Kurt shot him an exaggeratedly significant look, his eyebrows raised.
Blaine laughed and corrected himself, "Well, what I'll miss most other than that."
"Go on."
"Your cooking. The cakes and muffins and cookies. And cookie dough," he added with a grin.
Kurt paused again, turning to face him. He seemed to ponder for a moment before moving closer and sliding over on the bed to kneel before Blaine.
"If that's really true, then I have a surprise for you."
"A good surprise?"
"A great surprise."
Blaine was positively beaming now, practically buzzing with excitement.
Kurt laughed, stroked a hand down his boyfriend's side and loosely gripped his hand.
"I've left a box of cookies with Dad and Carole. Downstairs, on the kitchen bench. And, next to that box, as another one that says 'Blaine' on it. If you get dressed first, you can go get your box now- wait, Blaine- no! I said if you get dressed first!"
Blaine was out the door and downstairs and back upstairs and inside again in under a minute. Kurt was still sitting on the bed, waiting for the shocked scream of some poor family member witnessing Blaine streaking past half-naked, box of cookies held close to his chest.
"Can I have on now?" Blaine asked.
Kurt shrugged.
Blaine opened the box, taking out a coconut cookie and breaking it in half. He handed one half to Kurt and kept one for himself.
"Thank you," he said, tone small and sweet.
Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately and didn't say anything.
...
"Redvine?"
Kurt groaned into the pillow that his face buried in and managed to grumble out, "No. More. Sugar."
Blaine laughed, the vibrations shaking the bed and making Kurt let out another sound of discomfort.
"I hate you," he mumbled half-heartedly.
"They were your cookies," Blaine pointed out.
"You fed them to me. Too many. They were meant to last a month. At least."
Blaine was grinning, and still bouncing where he sat as he chewed on a Redvine.
"Oops."
...
Kurt awoke from his sugar-induced coma to the feel of Blaine's feather-light touch on his hips, soft, small kisses being placed along his back.
He sighed into the pillow, heart thumping at the sweet, natural feel of Blaine's body, curved over his.
"Sugar-hangover?" Blaine's voice asked from somewhere further down the bed.
Kurt nodded, letting out a small noise when Blaine's lips moved to kiss where his fingers had just been stroking – little spirals and patterns on the back of Kurt's hips, a long line across his back, a nudge and a lick into the dimple at the bottom of his spine.
"Not that I'm complaining," Kurt mumbled. "But what are you doing back there?"
His skin tingled as Blaine traced another long trail up his back, fingertips bumping over vertebrae.
"Finishing the cookies," Blaine replied, oh-so-casually. "The chocolate chips melted a bit. I had to improvise."
His kisses followed another trail up Kurt's back. Kurt couldn't even work up the energy to be mad. Instead he gasped as Blaine's tongue touched his skin, licking, tasting. Bumping over vertebrae.
...
"Redvine?"
On the computer screen, Kurt laughed, his voice tinny and echoing, but none the less beautiful for the time and distance that lay between them.
"You know I'm never going to eat one of those. They taste like cough medicine."
Blaine shrugged, biting into one himself.
"Not to me they don't," he said.
"Each to his own," Kurt muttered.
Blaine grinned, strips of red still stuck to his teeth. He chuckled at Kurt's disdainful expression.
"One day," he started, his tone almost a challenge, "I will convince you to eat one of these. And I promise it will be the best day of your life."
Kurt looked sceptical.
"Just you wait," Blaine promised. "You'll see."
A/N: Sorry I stopped writing for a while. The thing is that the moment I stop, I find it really hard to start again. So I just have to not stop. And for that to happen, I need more prompts. Remember, only one per customer, so choose wisely!