Contains mentions of D/s relationship, but it's not really serious.

In other news HOLY COW! We're up to almost 300 drabbles! I am… wow. Guys. Wow. I'm seriously speechless. This is amazing. Thank you.

Also, I need ideas for something extra special to do for #300- please put them in the reviews! :D

(P.S. I'm actually not going to be here when it'll be time for the #300 drabble- school fieldtrip from the 27th to the 30th- so it'll be uploaded beforehand.)

Copycat

"Kurt," Blaine says suddenly, putting down the pot he's been holding.

"Blaine," Kurt replies in the same tone.

"Kurt."

"Blaine."

"Kurt!"

"Blaine!"

"Shut up," Blaine nudges his shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

Kurt looks up from the tomatoes he's cutting for the guacamole. "Yeah, sure."

"Um, well…" he reaches to fix his bowtie, playing with the ends of it.

"Uh-oh, you're nervous. Why are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous!" he insists, tugging harder on his bowtie.

"Yeah, you are. You do that-" Kurt points at his bowtie, "when you're nervous. Spill, now."

Blaine takes a deep breath. "So you know how I, um, usually… like…"

Kurt decided to let go of the knife and take Blaine's hand in his instead. It seems to calm him a bit. "Yes?"

"SoIwasthinkingtomaybestopwaxingmychestandpubes."

Kurt nods. "Okay. And?" he rubs Blaine's hand reassuringly.

"And that's it. What do you think?" he asks hesitantly, and suddenly it hits Kurt that Blaine wants him to decide, wants him to make the calls.

"I think it's your choice, babe. It's your body. And I'd love it no matter what it looked like," he smiles gently.

Blaine mumbles something so quietly Kurt can't hear.

"What was that?"

"I said," he gulps, "I said it's not mine."

A rush of realization and a bit of shameful arousal shoot through Kurt. "Blaine."

"Kurt," he mimics Kurt's tone.

"Blaine. Listen. I need you to understand something, okay? I'm not… I mean I am… When we're in the bedroom, I'm your Dom. But in real life… I'm not going to tell you what to do, babe. I don't- and shouldn't ever- have control over you; you're not a dog on a leash. You're my fiancé, and we're equal, and you should decide whatever that's best for you." He looks right into Blaine's hazel, shimmering eyes.

"O-okay."

Kurt sighs. "You still want me to make up your mind."

"A little, yeah," he mutters.

"Well. I think that you're beautiful right now. But I also think that if it's a hardship for you to keep waxing, you should by no means continue. And it would probably be sexy as hell anyway," Kurt smiles, and leans in to kiss under Blaine's jaw; Blaine goes pliant immediately, so Kurt stays there, his cheek on Blaine's shoulder.

"Mm'kay." It's silent for a moment, until Blaine says, "You're totally thinking about my chest hair right now."

Kurt giggles. "Maybe."

"We need to finish making dinner," says Blaine when Kurt starts kissing his neck, sucking on the sensitive parts and nibbling tenderly.

"In a minute."

"Kurt."

"Blaine."

"Kurt."

"Blaine."

"Dinner."

"No."

Blaine sighs, and gives up.

"Bedroom."

"Bedroom."