THIS IS NOT OK WHO TOLD YOU THIS WAS OK AND THAT YOU CAN POST SOMETHING LIKE THIS.
NO I DON’T CARE THAT HE’S CUTE AND ADORABLE AND THAT KURT AND BLAINE WOULD LOVE HIM TO BITS AND CATCH THEMSELVES CALLING HIM THEIR BABY EVERY SO OFTEN.
NO I DON’T CARE THAT THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF A MILLION PHOTOS THEY HAVE ON THEIR COMPUTER AND ONE DAY WHEN IT CRASHES BECAUSE OF A VIRUS IT’S THOSE PICTURES THEY’RE WORRIED ABOUT.
I CARE BECAUSE THERE SHOULDN’T NEED TO BE A SECOND BRADSHAW BECAUSE BRADSHAW WILL LIVE FOR-FUCKING-EVER YOU GOT ME?
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.
Anonymous asked: sleepy pillow talk please? :3
“You know what I really love about you?”
“Everything, I hope,” Kurt mumbles, already turned over so that Blaine is spooned up behind him, an arm thrown around Kurt’s stomach to keep him close.
Blaine nuzzles his nose at the back of Kurt’s bare shoulder and says, “Well, that too. But I was going to say I love how you’re always so hot.”
Kurt laughs, and Blaine can feel the movement under his arm, the way Kurt’s stomach shakes. “This would be so much more flattering if I didn’t already know that you mean—”
“You’re so warm,” Blaine says happily, skimming his nose over soft skin that smells so good, like soap and sweat.
“I need you to do something for me, and I need you to not judge me or… get weirded out and run away, or something,” Kurt says nervously once they get up to his room.
Blaine raises his eyebrows. “Is this about sex?”
“No, no, it’s—” Kurt takes a deep breath, and Blaine can see that he’s blushing. “I need you to look at my butt.”
“Done,” Blaine says immediately, beaming. He would consider that a sex thing, personally, but he’ll let Kurt call it what he wants.
oh my God, Edd, this is just so beautiful!!! Awwww!!!
if I was talented I would write a fic based on this :D
“Kurt we really should go.”
“Just a sec. It’s his first day. I want to make sure he doesn’t need us.”
“He’s not even looking at us, Kurt. He’s fine. You’re lurking.”
“I don’t lurk,” Kurt hissed, glancing at Blaine from the corner of his eye, but not for too long. He was more focused on their son walking through the classroom door.
“You are most definitely lurking. You are that creepy guy peering around kindergarten classroom doorframes,” Blaine laughed. “You are going to land us on the 6 o’clock news.”
“Oh just shut up,” Kurt sighed. “Fine. Let’s just go then. Heartless monster.” Blaine snorted again as he looped his arm through Kurt’s and pulled him away from the door, his husband craning his neck to look back over his shoulder as long as possible.
“Come on, creepy,” Blaine smiled, tightening his arm in Kurt’s. “Let’s go find your windowless van.”
“I really hate you,” Kurt mumbled, elbowing Blaine in the ribs.
“No, you’re just mad because you’ve been teasing me for weeks about how I was going to be the one to break down today.”
“Our baby is in kindergarten,” Kurt stopped walking, turning wide eyes on Blaine. “Kindergarten.”
“I know,” Blaine leaned up to kiss his temple. “Come on. You’ll get through this. I’ll buy you breakfast. Courage, Kurt.”
Blaine yelped when Kurt’s elbow made contact again.
A little note before you dive in:
These should be seen as either outtakes or things that could have happend in that universe. #2 and #3 definitely happened, if you ask me (and I should know).
I didn’t include any dates, just time stamps, because dates don’t matter here.
I know that only #1 is Klaine, but who cares about technicalities?
I got a lot more prompts, but only had time for these - they were the ones who inspired me right away. I might go back to some of the others in the future, because this was a LOT of fun.
One more thing before this “little note” turns into an essay: #3 is like a writing exercise and shhhhhhh I got used to writing texts only and I’ve never even written “normal” fanfics before, so this was hard, okay? Okay.
As usual, thanks to my beta secret_chord25 and to iloveweasleys, who always squees and eeeeeeeee’s in the right places.
This is a thank you to everyone who’s followed Little Numbers up to this point. There’s really nothing I can say but thank you. And: enjoy the fluff.