((I haven't watched the episode yet, so this isn't a reaction fic. I know I'm procrastinating okay but I want to ignore the nearing end for as long as I can ugh))
Finishing the week of daily drabbling with a bang! Or, at least, a much more cheerful drabble than the past few- featuring Blaine in lace thongs. Yeahh :)
I hope you enjoyed this past week and that you enjoy today's drabble as well. Next week we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming with a weekly drabble every Saturday! See you then, lovelies.
Lace
Blaine looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Kurt smiles to himself, shrugging off his coat and leaving it on the chair by the bed.
Normally, he wouldn't come over unannounced on a Saturday morning, but he knows Blaine's parent's are away for the weekend and he brought coffee that's waiting on the kitchen counter, so he figures he'll be excused.
He originally planned on waking Blaine up, but he can't bring himself to; Blaine looks too comfortable, curled up under a pile of blankets. He doesn't dare to disturb that. Besides, Blaine's such a heavy sleeper that he won't wake up until he's done sleeping, no matter how hard Kurt tried waking him up.
So he takes off his shoes, and gets into the bed. When he lifts the blankets, he sees a peek of lace under them. He frowns for a moment, but he remembers the same glimpse of lace in Blaine's drawer once.
Blaine's body is hot like a furnace and he clings to Kurt like a plaster, so Kurt doesn't stay frowning for long. He wraps Blaine in his arms, fully content with lying there until he falls asleep, too.
But Blaine blinks his eyes open too soon. "Mmm?"
"Good morning, baby."
He can literally feel Blaine's pulse quicken, his body growing tense- "What- oh," he relaxes as soon as his eyes focus on Kurt's face. "You scared me, you idiot."
Kurt chuckles and plants a kiss on his nose. "Sorry. You looked comfortable, I wanted to join. I brought coffee."
"Trying to get access to my bed with coffee?" Blaine asks, situating himself more comfortably in Kurt's arms. "That's-" he freezes suddenly, blush rising high in his cheeks.
"B?" Kurt asks, puzzled. "You okay?"
"I- I- You're-"
Kurt can feel the panic settling into Blaine's body, and takes the reins quickly. "Blaine? Breathe, honey," he says as softly as he can manage.
"I'm- wearing- and you're here-"
"Oh, god, is this about the lace thongs? I've seen them like a dozen times, please don't tell me you're panicking over the lace thongs, honey, it's okay," he strokes Blaine's face.
"You- what?"
"I've seen them in your drawer. It's no big deal, B. Why you'd sleep in them is beyond me, because these look incredibly uncomfortable, but I can't exactly complain, mm?" he grins.
Blaine takes a few seconds to melt back into a relatively relaxed posture. "It is way too early for this."
"You don't even know what time it is," Kurt points out, only to get a punch to the shoulder. "Okay, okay, I apologize. Would you like to go back to sleep, mister?"
"Yes." He rolls over, and commands, "be my big spoon."
Kurt chuckles. "You're so bossy," he says and kisses Blaine's neck; Blaine leans into it like a cat.
"And for the record," he says, "They're very comfortable."