Pasta Kisses
Kurt and Blaine liked to share food. It was strangely intimate, sitting next to each other, feeding each other occasionally, smiling later when both their mouths tasted the same.
They were sitting in a lovely restaurant just outside the town, quietly enjoying a huge pile of pasta with pesto sauce.
"Oh my god," whispered Blaine, lifting an especially long string with his fork. "That's huge!"
Kurt giggled. Only Blaine could be excited about pasta. He found the urge to crack a dirty joke for a second- they were in public- and then said softly, "Yes, it kinda is. Behold the amazing pasta."
Blaine looked at him with his huge, sparkling eyes. He seemed so childish for a moment, that Kurt almost couldn't resist pinching his cheek. "We should totally eat it Lady and the Tramp style."
Kurt shook his head, smiled, then put the pasta into his mouth as Blaine did the same.
The slurping noises their messy eating made really shouldn't have sounded appealing… but they did.
When their lips touched, Kurt bit Blaine's plush lip, cutting the pasta in two and pulling away, licking his lips. They wouldn't have usually been this open about public displays of affection, but the hour was late and the restaurant was empty but them and a few more couples in distant corners, and one bored cashier.
Blaine's blush had Kurt stroking his cheek affectionately, murmuring into his ear sweet nothings and promises that made him dizzy.
So yeah, I just ate so much pasta, daydreamed about Lady and the Tramp, and… Klaine.
I had a very, very hard time not titling this "Butt Tramp-et". It's not even slightly related to the story, come on.
I really wanted to, though.
Humph.
Oh, and all of you in the reviews- I didn't just come back.
I came home.
(What is it with me and Starkid references today!)