Title: TFLN ficlets
Author: timorous-scribe
Length: varies
Rating: mostly PG to T-ish
Summary: Various little ficlets using Texts From Last Night posts as prompts.
(864) I love you but I don't want to see you naked.
"Santana! Clothing is NOT OPTIONAL in the common areas!"
Santana rolled her eyes dramatically, lazily rising from the chair she'd perched next to the windowsill and walking naked towards where Kurt stood covering his eyes in the kitchen.
"Relax, Elton. I didn't want tan lines and you're gay. Like, what's the issue? Afraid you'll like what you see?" She winked at him and waggled her brows when he cautiously spread his fingers to peek between them. He squeezed then closed again immediately with a groan.
"That is not the point! You didn't like Brody's penis flapping around the kitchen during breakfast and I don't like your, your BREASTS floating around the living room! Can't you tan on the roof like a normal person?"
"And have every random asshole in the neighborhood jerking off in his window? No thanks, I'm good." She pulled an oversized tee-shirt over her head, the hem barely reaching the roundness of her ass cheeks, and held her arms out in presentation. "Better for your Puritanical sensibilities?"
"Thank you. God, Santana, please keep at least minimal coverage to your nudity while in the common areas of the loft. I love you, but I do NOT want to see you naked!"
"Wow, declarations of love already? I'll keep my shirt on, Kurt, Jesus. Just keep it in your pants. You may be naturally questioning your sexuality after being exposed to Lopez-level hotness, but I'm still very much not into dick."
It was very few times in his life that Kurt had felt that close to violence, but considering Santana was the cause of at least two other instances, it shouldn't have been surprising that she was also his current catalyst.
"I take it back," he deadpanned, slamming the fridge door and carrying his juice with him to his room. "I hate you."
"Love you, too, Ladyface!"