Tattoo
"Hey, can I come over?" Blaine asked
"Sure…is everything okay?" Blaine chuckled
"Can't I just visit my boyfriend? No reason required."
"Good argument. I'll see you in a few?"
"Absolutely."
oOo
In no time, Blaine was let into Kurt's house by his father, and knocking on his bedroom door.
"Come on in!" he said, as Blaine cracked the door open, he saw Kurt standing in his 'art corner' with a canvas set up and paints spread across his desk.
"Did I arrive in the middle of a masterpiece?" Kurt giggled
"Yes. Now sit down, it'll only be a minute." Blaine smiled and sat on Kurt's bed, watching him paint, the fluid motion of the brush, the way he was so precise. Kurt's sweatshirt fell off his shoulder and the glimpse of black on his shoulder blade made Blaine laugh.
"Now what I can't fathom is how you got paint on your shoulder." But it looks like there were two things Blaine couldn't fathom…the other was why Kurt would be blushing and yanking the sweatshirt back up.
"haha, yeah…I don't know." He said, his tone too unnatural to be convincing. Blaine stood up and walked over to Kurt with a curious frown on his face.
"Kurt?" he asked
"Yes?" the boy answered, continuing to paint. Blaine crept up behind him and slid the sweatshirt back down. He nearly choked at what he saw. On Kurt's shoulder blade was the simple outline of a bird.
"…please tell me that's a stickon." Blaine said, closing his eyes briefly, Kurt chewed his bottom lip.
"uhm…it's a stickon?"
"Oh, shut up! When did you get a tattoo?" Kurt looked nervous
"I don't know…a little bit after Pavarotti died? Santana got me drunk, I don't even know what happened." He paused "you hate it, don't you?" Blaine considered this for a moment. He was never really one for tattoos but…this one wasn't actually that bad.
"No." he said eventually "I just wasn't expecting that from you. It suits you, actually." Kurt sighed and smiled easily "and you picked that while you were drunk?" Blaine laughed "I'm surprised it wasn't something a little more…cartoon-y" Kurt cringed
"No, no, see, even when I'm drunk, I have impeccable taste in art." He leaned in and kissed Blaine on the lips, allowing his boyfriend's fingers to trace the ink.
(AUTHORS NOTE: I want a tattoo. I want that tattoo.)