The first time they have sex after they get back together should be easy. They were really good at sex by the time Kurt had moved to New York, so good that one of the very worst aspects of the long distance had been the touch-starved, how-do-i-come-without-you problem of it all….
Kurt smiled as the performance company’s newest protégée-cum-intern slid past him with a smile. Sitting up from where Kurt was lying on the sofa with his feet slung over the armrest, he subtly watched great ass – Blaine – walk away. He groaned mentally as his blood rushed southwards and closed…
Anonymous prompted: klaine, the morning after they get married?
Kurt wakes up slowly, drifting in and out of sleep and snuggling back against the warmth of Blaine’s chest, where Blaine’s pressed up behind him and snoring softly into his hair.
Kurt smiles at that, stretching his legs out under the comforter and humming happily when Blaine makes a disgruntled noise and tries to keep Kurt close. It’s only when Kurt blinks his eyes open and sees sunlight streaming in the hotel window that he gasps, sitting up suddenly in bed.
“Kurt?” Blaine asks, voice still thick with sleep. He tugs the comforter up to cover his bare shoulders and squints blearily up at Kurt, face scrunching up with a yawn that makes Kurt’s chest ache with how cute it is. “What’s wrong?”
“We didn’t have sex,” Kurt blurts out, watching Blaine’s face go from sleepy to surprised in a matter of seconds.
Blaine Warbler Anderson,
I have never loved another.
Except for last year when I was in love with my stepbrother.
I admire you almost as much as I admire the late Alexander McQueen
You squint when you sing.
How I’ve missed our impromptu performances
In the Dalton academy halls, the rooms, the bleachers.
Where the hell were all the teachers?
We’ve seen everything eye to eye,
All the pain, all the hurt
At least we did until my last growth spurt
We’ve shared so many intimate moments
Memories that shine and glitter
Just the two of us,
Facebook, Myspace, Tumblr, and Twitter.
Since we’ve met it’s been absolute heaven:
For your Emmy consideration 2011.
But through all the glory, the scary, and the hype,
I swear to god I’m going to punch the next person who calls me a stereotype.
I’m so thankful to have found a partner as talented as me
And forever we shall be,
unless the writers change things in season three.
- Glee Live Klaine Skit, Dublin, Final Show
(I thought we were missing some things after I heard the full poem.)
Losing your virginity was one thing; learning how to have sex was another.
Sleeping together wasn’t as much fucking and moaning in the beginning as it was getting stuck with your arm in your shirt, tripping over your pants, biting Blaine’s shoulder a little too hard, bending his leg a little too far and ending up making him hiss, no matter how flexible Blaine was even back then.
Nonnie requested a crossover with Kurt and Blaine in Pawnee. This … happened. Spoilers through the season finales of both Glee and Parks and Recreation. Part 1 of 2!
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“I can’t believe this tiny town has a gay bar,” Kurt says over the music, raising his fists and shimmying. He absently tucks his lower lip between his teeth, providing yet another piece of evidence for Blaine’s ‘a not-trying-to-be-sexy Kurt Hummel is a dead sexy Kurt Hummel’ hypothesis.
“I can’t believe you wanted to come to it,” Blaine replies, shimmying back at him. “And that the Snake Hole and the Glitter Factory weren’t also gay bars. Seriously? ‘The Snake Hole’?”
“You have clearly been watching some weird porn,” Kurt says. Blaine loves that tone and that head tilt; they’re flirty and frank and making fun of him a little, and challenging.
The thing is, Kurt has gotten very good at being sexy when he is trying, too.