So I have a piece of smut that's written but not edited and I was thinking about putting it up today, but I decided to edit it and post it tomorrow.
It's also inspired by the same song in the title of today's drabble, Bang by Armchair Cynics.
Also, you can take a guess at where Kurt and Blaine are today. Is it just a skank!Kurt AU? Is it a dystopian future!AU? (Ayy Jenanistonrockz) Is Kurt a cop?
The world may never know.
Oh, I Go Off Like a Gun
Kurt focuses on the target, in the shape of a cardboard circle; he steadies his hands and pulls the trigger- "God fucking dammit!" It hits inside the smallest circle, but still just a tiny bit too much to the left from its exact center.
Arms wrap around his chest, and he lowers the gun. "You really shouldn't sneak up on me when I'm holding weapon."
Blaine chuckles. "You knew I was behind you since the second I walked in."
"I did." Kurt unloads the gun quickly and tucks the cartridge and the gun into different pockets of his pants. Then he turns around to plant a kiss on Blaine's mouth, warm and minty.
"Come on," says Blaine, massaging Kurt's biceps gently. "Let's go have lunch, I'm starving."
Kurt kisses him again, bringing a hand to grip his neck and pull him even closer. "Can I have you for lunch?"
Blaine blushes and ducks his head. "Later, okay?" he says and looks up before quickly pressing a kiss onto Kurt's smile. "I really am starving."
"Okay," Kurt says and steals another kiss.
"You're in a good mood today," Blaine observes; pressed up against Kurt, he feels safe.
"I am. Let's go have lunch," Kurt says, and Blaine leaves it at that and lets himself be tagged along to get lunch.