I need my Kurtie-kins! And Klaine;)
Yeah, so I already used these ideas in other fanfictions of mine, but it was for a different reason, and I can't get the first thought out of my mind (Kurt working on cars); it's just too sexy;)
Enjoy the fluff!
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Blaine was walking from his last class of the day when he got the text from Kurt. It was a Friday, and Warblers practice had been cancelled that day due to a virus that was being passed around the group, so he really had no plans up until the text came.
Hey, wanna come over at, like, 5:30? We could watch a movie and stuff, you up for it? -K
Blaine smiled and typed a quick reply.
Sounds like a plan:) Didn't have any other plans, anyway. -B
See you then:)
Blaine smiled wider and stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket. He loved spending time with Kurt. Actually, he just loved Kurt. He forced the thought out of his mind and reminded himself that he had to be Kurt's mentor, not his boyfriend. And either way, he was sure that Kurt didn't feel the same way.
He went to his dorm and changed into his casual attire - dark wash skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black, zip-up sweatshirt. He looked in the mirror quickly, and approved. He only hoped that Kurt would...
No, Blaine! Stop thinking like that! He doesn't like you, snap out of it!
He shook his head and grabbed his dorm keys, not wanting to get locked out again. He grabbed his jacket and slid it on, slipping his shoes on and heading out the door.
When he reached his car, he smiled to himself when he was reminded of who he was going to see.
-.-
Blaine reached the Hummel household roughly two hours later, and walked up to the door, knocking nonchalantly. He was surprised when Kurt's father came to the door, but wore the most charming smile he could come up with. He stuck his hand out. "Hello, Mr. Hummel."
Burt nodded and shook Blaine's hand firmly. "Blaine. Uh, you...here to see Kurt?" He asked.
Blaine nodded. "Yes, sir. Is he around?"
"He's in the shop. I hurt my hip yesterday, so he's working on some of the cars." He said.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Kurt works on cars?" He said, surprised.
"Yeah, why?" Burt asked suspiciously.
Blaine shrugged. "Just didn't have him pegged as that type, I suppose."
"Yeah, well...that boy's full of surprises." He said, and Blaine laughed.
"I'll go meet him there, then." He said, and waved goodbye, turning away as Burt shut the door.
When Blaine got there, his breath caught in his throat when he saw Kurt, shirtless and sweaty, leaning into the open hood of a car. And hot damn he looked good.
Holy. Sweet. Hell. Blaine found himself staring, but snapped out it and smirked. "Woah..." He started, and Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine. "Hello there, sexy." Blaine said playfully, still smirking.
Kurt flipped around, his hands gripping the car and his eyes wide. "Blaine." He said, his voice small and breathy. "Wha...you're early." He forced quickly. He hadn't expected Blaine to see him like this, and he blushed deeply when he realized that his shirt was still off because of the large chance that he would get his Armani sweater dirty.
Blaine smiled at the adorable bright blush that appeared on Kurt's face. He walked over. "Yeah, I was excited to see you," he poked at Kurt's abs. "Mr. Muscles." He laughed at the embarrassed expression on Kurt's face as he retracted from Blaine's touch; quite quickly, Blaine noticed - perhaps he was ticklish...
"Uh...I'll go, clean up..." He stuttered, cutting into Blaine's thoughts, and rushed away, fumbling around for his shirt after washing his hands. He pulled it on quickly, embarrassed. Eyes wide, he walked up to Blaine awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Blaine laughed. "Kurt, you're blushing." Kurt only blushed deeper, and Blaine reached up to stroke his cheek. "You're adorable; there's nothing to be embarrassed about." Kurt looked up and smiled shyly. Blaine continued. "Let's go." He grabbed Kurt's hand and tugged him along.
Kurt couldn't help but blush; Blaine had just seen him shirtless - but what he was really processing was the way he saw Blaine staring at him...
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They both entered Kurt's house giggling and smiling widely. The awkwardness had subsided after a minute or two, and they had moved on to just enjoying each other's company and laughing with each other.
"Hey Dad!" Kurt greeted him as he rushed by him in the living room, receiving a quick wave in return.
They popped a quick bowl of popcorn and headed down into Kurt's room.
"Just throw your jacket anywhere." Kurt said casually, popping a DVD - 'Titantic' - into the DVD player.
Blaine threw his jacket on Kurt's bed and sat down on the plush carpet in front of the TV. Kurt joined him a minute later, and soon enough Kurt's head was on Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine's hand stroked Kurt's back, and they laid there...cuddling...in the dark. Friends did that...right?
Neither quite knew the answer.
It wasn't until the end of the movie that Kurt started to cry. Blaine took notice to this, and smirked, chuckling. "Kurt, are you crying?"
Kurt looked away. "No." His voice cracked. Blaine laughed.
"Right..." He said sarcastically.
Kurt sat up, pulling away from Blaine's shoulder and grimacing. "Oh, shove it up your ass, Blaine."
Blaine gaped at him. "Language, Mr. Hummel." He said, smirking again.
Kurt scoffed and grabbed a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, chucking it at Blaine.
Blaine laughed and shook his head. "You're gonna get it." He said, and picked up the bowl of popcorn, grinning wickedly.
Kurt's eyes widened, and he leaned backwards, crawling slightly. To Blaine, this only looked sexy, but it didn't stop him. "Blaine, don't you da-" Kurt started, but it was too late, Blaine launched the bowl at him and popcorn flew everywhere. Kurt gasped. "Blaine! There is popcorn," he clenched his teeth, "in. My. Hair!" He screeched.
Blaine only laughed, and Kurt tackled him, catching him off guard. "Hey, don't kill me!" He said playfully, and took Kurt's shoulders and pushed back, switching places and making Kurt shriek in surprise. He pushed Kurt down to the ground, and straddled his waist.
Kurt grunted. "Blaine, get off!"
"Why?" Blaine asked with a laugh.
Kurt wiggled underneath Blaine. "Because, you're on top of me, and I'm insanely ticklish!" He said, and immediately regretted it when he saw a look of mischief cross Blaine's face.
"Oh, really?" Blaine said, and pressed his hands to Kurt's side, wiggling his fingers. Kurt jumped and giggled, and Blaine began to tickle harder.
"Blaine, no! Stop!" Kurt forced between laughs.
Blaine laughed and shook his head. "No way, I'm having way too much fun." Blaine said with a smirk. His fingers danced along Kurt's ribcage, and Kurt shrieked with laughter when Blaine worked his fingers under Kurt's shirt and tickled his - deliciously sexy - bare abs, remembering how Kurt had jumped back when he had poked him earlier.
Kurt used his arms to shield him, and Blaine backed off for minute to let Kurt catch his breath, and then pinned his hands down with his knees, beginning to tickle his underarms.
"Ah! Blaine, please stop! Stop!" He said, and finally managed to squirm out from under Blaine. Still laughing, he scrambled to his bed, and Blaine quickly followed.
When they were both on Kurt's bed, Kurt reached back and grabbed a pillow. Before he could swing it, though, Blaine grabbed his hips and pressed his face to Kurt's stomach, blowing into it, and Kurt actually screamed with laughter, writhing underneath Blaine.
Knowing that he had no other defense mechanism, Kurt swung the pillow, connecting it with Blaine's head.
Blaine pulled away from Kurt's stomach immediately, smiling and putting a hand to the back of his head. "Hey, that hurt!" He yelled playfully. Kurt tried to stop laughing, and when he calmed down again, he spoke.
"Serves you right! I hate being tickled." Kurt said, his chest still heaving, but with a huge smile on his face.
Blaine smiled at him. "All the more fun it is." He said, and Kurt whipped him with the pillow again. Blaine laughed and took another pillow, and hit Kurt with it.
Kurt blinked, but smirked. "Oh, it's on, bitches." He said, and Blaine's eyes widened at the sexy tone in his voice. Then, before they knew it, they were having a pillow fight, chasing each other around the room.
Soon, feathers were flying around the room, coating the floor and blocking their vision. Blaine was the first to give up when his pillow was completely empty. He raised his hands in defeat. "OK, OK! I surrender!" He said, laughing.
Kurt stopped, and, laughing, dropped his pillow, too. "Of course you do." He grinned evilly. "And, as the loser, you now have to do something for me." He said matter-of-factly.
Blaine raised an eyebrow curiously. "And what would that be?" He asked.
Kurt seemed to think about this. After a minute, he shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't decided that yet." He said, and Blaine laughed.
They sat back down on Kurt's bed, and Kurt flicked his lamp on. They just talked for a little while, and Blaine suddenly remembered Kurt working in the garage.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" Blaine asked, and Kurt raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Since when do you work on cars?"
Kurt gave a loud laugh. "You know, that's what everyone says..." He shook his head, still smiling. "Since I was five, why?"
Blaine shrugged. "I just didn't have you pegged as the type, I guess." Blaine said, repeating what he had said to Kurt's father.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And why is that?" Kurt said, and Blaine noticed something change in his voice. "Am I too feminine?" Kurt fell forward, onto his hands and knees, feeling a sudden rush of confidence. "Or were you just shocked that I'm actually muscular?" He smiled seductively, and Blaine's breath caught in his throat when Kurt started to crawl, slinking across the bed. "I saw the way you were staring at me, Blaine." He said when Blaine's face was barely an inch away, and looked up at him from under those long, thick eyelashes. Blaine swallowed.
"Oh?" He asked in the calmest voice he could come up with. And Kurt smirked; he knew exactly what he was doing to Blaine.
"Yes." His smirk never faltered, and he fluttered his eyelashes.
Blaine suddenly realized what was going on, and he blushed, but decided to fight back. And leaned forward, causing Kurt to gasp himself and lean back. Blaine smirked. "Well, what can I say? It looked sexy, Kurt." He placed a hand on Kurt's stomach, again making him flinch, because he really was very ticklish. "I never expected you to have abs..." He ran his thumb over said abs, making Kurt shiver. "I was pleasantly surprised." Blaine nearly whispered.
Kurt blinked. "Blaine." He whispered back. "I know what I want you to do now." His face was dead serious - longing, almost.
"What?" Blaine asked now serious as well.
Kurt drew in a shaky breath, hesitant, before speaking, his voice barely audible.
"Kiss me."
Blaine could barely hear him, but he did. And that's all that mattered. He pressed their lips together, and reached up to cup Kurt's cheek. Just as he was about to pull away, though, Kurt reached up to tangle his hands in Blaine's hair, and they only pulled away for a second before kissing again, and they both opened their mouths at the same time, their tongues brushing together lightly before fighting for dominance.
They both came up for air after a minute, and opened their eyes slowly, dazed from the kiss. They stared at each other for a long minute before Kurt broke the silence.
"Wow." He breathed.
"Damn." Blaine agreed. They looked at each other again, and their eyes met once more before they collided, attacking each other's lips and grabbing at each other.
And neither one wanted the perfect moment to end.
Ever.
-.-
Burt Hummel sat upstairs on his couch, listening to his son's playful shrieks of laughter, and smiled. He hadn't seen Kurt this happy in a long time, and felt extremely grateful dor Blaine.
When their talking had turned to whispers, however, and Burt could no longer make out what they were saying, he didn't have a clue as to what was happening.
But when it became quiet, he had an idea.
He smiled wider, and decided that he would be the good guy for now, and let the two boys have their fun.
But this Blaine kid was going to get one hell of a warning later. Because, after all, he did have to be a father sometimes.
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