This chapter was written for — "can you write one in which Kurt and Blaine are out having ice cream and Kurt gets lemon sorbet or something whilst blaine gets chocolate. Blaine's teasing Kurt about how his is so much better and then when Kurt finally agrees to try some Blaine shoves the last of it in his mouth and Kurt kisses him to taste it.. if you get what i mean. ?"
First of all, love that idea! So here it is; hope you enjoy!
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"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine asked, causing Kurt to tear his eyes away from the ocean.
The Warblers had recently gotten of few out-of-state gigs, one of them being in Plymouth, Mass. Kurt, who had never seen, smelled or heard an ocean before in his life was captivated by it's breathtaking beauty in all it's simplicity.
"Hmm?" Kurt asked, turning to look at Blaine with distracted eyes.
Blaine jerked his thumb at a small ice cream shop across from the boardwalk they were walking on. "Would you like to get some ice cream?" He offered.
Kurt's eyes lit up. "Sure!" He said giddily, positively drunk off of the beautiful ocean sunset and the gorgeous boy next to him that he desperately wished could be more than his friend.
Blaine chuckled at his eagerness and steered them across the street ("Look both ways, Kurt! Didn't you ever watch Sesame Street?") to the ice cream shop.
"Alright," he started once they were there, "what flavor do you want? I'm buying." He claimed with a smile, pulling out his wallet.
Kurt laughed and pushed Blaine wallet aside. "Oh, no. I am perfectly capable of paying for my own ice cream, Blaine." He said, reaching for his back pocket.
But, evidently, Blaine beat him to it.
Kurt gasped and blushed an impossibly deep shade of red as he felt Blaine's fingers quickly dip into his back pocket to grab his wallet, brushing against his ass oh so teasingly before slipping the wallet into his own back pocket.
Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes. "Blaine!" He scolded. "You can't do stuff like that!"
Blaine looked at him with raised eyebrows and rolled his eyes. "You'll get your wallet back after I pay for the ice cream." Kurt huffed. "Kurt, I can spare a buck fifty for an ice cream cone." He said.
"That's not what I was talking about." Kurt mumbled.
Blaine chuckled. "Oh." He said with a laugh. The two teenage girls moved out from in front of them with their ice cream, leaving the counter clear for them. Blaine gestured to it. "Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation? Go on and order." He said, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet.
Kurt grimaced at him, but stepped up to the counter and ordered lemon sorbet. Blaine rolled his eyes and ordered the biggest heap of every possible combination of different chocolates on a cone that made Kurt's nose wrinkle in disgust.
Once they were handed their cones, Blaine payed the money and stuffed the change into his back pocket before playfully slapping Kurt on the ass to make him walk, making Kurt squeak. Blaine only laughed at him.
"Blaine!" Kurt scolded, shoving his shoulder and hurrying down the street, a bright red blush spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears. "Stop doing that!"
"Doing what? This?" Blaine teased, slapping him once more on his ass.
Kurt jumped and squeaked again, but his eyes narrowed. "Fine. That's how you want it?" He didn't wait for an answer before reaching over and reaching into Blaine's back pocket for his stolen wallet, slowly wrapping his slender fingers around it and making Blaine gasp. He pulled his wallet out, smirking at the bright blush on Blaine's cheeks, and pulled out a dollar and two quarters. He stuffed the money into the pocket opposite him, and dragged his hand teasingly across the back of Blaine's ass.
"Kurt Hummel, you freaking tease." Blaine breathed out, blushing harder than Kurt had.
"Serves you right." Kurt said with a giggle, starting to pick at his ice cream.
Blaine began to eat his, and as he looked over at the way Kurt licked over it thoroughly, Blaine decided that there was nothing sexier than watching Kurt Hummel eat ice cream.
Blaine let his eyes wander to the ice cream itself. "Why do oh always get healthy stuff?" He suddenly asked.
Kurt looked up, a bit taken aback by the comment. "Why do you ask?"
"Don't answer my question with a question, Hummel!" Blaine teased.
Kurt laughed and shrugged. "I don't know...it's better for me, obviously, and I think it's delicious." His nose wrinkled as his eyes fell on Blaine's ice cream. "Far more appealing than that repulsive clump of sugar you call food. And do you have any idea what that would do to my hips?" Kurt asked, and Blaine rolled his eyes.
"This tastes amazing, Kurt. If you tried it, you would know." He asked, going back to eating it.
"I'll pass." Kurt said in utter disgust, licking at his own ice cream again.
"Just try it." Blaine pushed, nearing the end of the frozen treat.
"No."
"C'mon..."
"No, Blaine."
"You'll love it!"
"I'll take your word for it."
"But—"
"No."
"If you'd just—"
"No."
"Last bite!"
"Blaine."
"Kurt."
"No!"
"Please?"
"Ugh! Fine! I'll try the fricken ice cream!" Kurt gave in, irritated, and Blaine grinned broadly in triumph.
Blaine held it out for Kurt to eat, but just as Kurt was about to eat it, Blaine pulled back and popped it in his mouth. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Too slow." Blaine said with a smirk.
But that smirk was wiped right off of his face when Kurt leaned forward and connected their lips in a kiss.
Blaine didn't know what to think, being completely shocked, but then he couldn't think because Kurt's tongue was freaking in his mouth.
Blaine stood paralyzed, his eyes wide and round against Kurt's — squeezed tight in concentration as he licked his way into Blaine's mouth, his tongue darting back and forth as he searched for his target.
Bingo.
Kurt's talented tongue expertly scooped up the final chunk of chocolate ice cream and he pulled away from Blaine mouth with a small smack, swallowing the ice cream and smirking.
"Not half bad." Kurt commented with a chuckle.
"You..." Blaine stuttered. "You just...just kissed me." He pointed out.
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "That I did." He said with a confused nod. "Is that a problem?" He teased.
"Hell no." Blaine growled before grasping Kurt's waist and pressing him up against the wooden rail in a searing kiss.
Kurt gasped in surprise, but allowed his eyelids to flutter shut as he dropped his ice cream and latched his hands onto Blaine's curls, kissing back fiercely.
Kurt tasted like lemon sorbet with a hint of chocolate.
Blaine wouldn't've had it any other way.
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