So as you guys might've noticed, I'm not great at math.
And you might've noticed I've been traveling a bit this year, therefore leaving you guys with drabbles before each trip.
And you might've noticed I'm missing a fic.
It probably happened one of the times I was away and didn't calculate things correctly, so today, aside from the regular fic, here's a Previously Unaired Drabble! Which I wrote now, and is not really previously 'unaired', because that's how we do things over here. Also it's an AU (Skank!Kurt and badboy!Blaine, as prompted) because I felt like copying something else from the actual show.
Happy new year to all! :D
Previously Unaired Drabble
They sit on the roof.
Kurt can barely recall how they even got on the roof; he's more than a bit drunk. Blaine's laughing loudly at something he said, and for a second Kurt's afraid he'll fall off the roof, but he doesn't, of course.
A soft booming sound in the distance makes Blaine swallow down his laughter. "The fireworks are starting."
Kurt nods, hums, then runs a hand through his hair. It's newly bleached and dyed- he likes it. Blaine always tells him he looks like a pink fairy, but Kurt lets him, because he knows it's a loving nickname and that he gets to bottom that night if he gets called that.
There are a few more distant sounds before the real fireworks start, rising high overhead in a variety of exploding colors.
Kurt sighs. He wants to put his head on Blaine's shoulder, but he's afraid of disapproval. Blaine's the only person whose disapproval matters.
Blaine looks beautiful like this, lit by the moon and fireworks, his neck stretched as he watches the sky. Kurt leans in and kisses his neck; he startles and wraps his arms around Kurt.
They slowly get comfortable, and Kurt sinks the best he can into Blaine's leather jacket.
"Enjoying the fireworks, babe?" he asks.
"You're so much more beautiful."
Blaine snorts, but otherwise doesn't reply. They sit quietly and listen to the fireworks, Blaine watching and Kurt snuggled into his chest, until Blaine suddenly remembers something.
"Hey, isn't it already midnight?"
"Lemme see." Kurt gropes Blaine, feeling his pockets for his phone until he finds it, and yes, it's already past midnight. After escaping the party, they had no one around them to countdown the seconds to the new year. "Seven minutes past midnight."
Blaine hums. "Happy new year."
Kurt kisses up his neck, soft pecks that are somehow so damn sexual, stopping right before he reaches his mouth to whisper hotly, "Happy new year."
They kiss, softly and then very, very dirtily, open mouthed and saliva and tongues and grabbing hands.
When the kiss breaks and they're both left panting, Blaine murmurs, "this is gonna be the best year ever."