you were the mermaid for me
This is a glorified sketch that ended up consuming my evening and made me write mini-fic. These boys, wtf.
Title: without restraint
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: That awkward moment where you're straddling the boy you're in love with while he's drunk and half-naked.
Notes: title from 'Drunken Lament' by Ludo: drunk since saturday, without you, without restraint
An explanation, that turned into mini-fic:
It's the end of Rachel's party, where everyone's passed out or disappeared and Kurt is annoyed and Blaine is drunk and tactile and somehow without pants. Kurt repeats his mantra of being a really, really good best friend and takes a breath and insists that it's time for bed - one spare bedroom is free and Blaine's a mess, hardly able to stand and he keeps touching Kurt as they manoeuvre through the doorway. They stumble and he flings his arms around Kurt's waist, and somehow Blaine gets enough leverage to drag him onto the mattress in a whirl of flailing limbs.
It's tempting to just lay there, but Kurt has standards and he can't let Blaine sleep in his (inexplicably insulting, he will admit) clothes, and maybe he's a little drunk too as he reaches over and tries to help. Blaine is half asleep already, the wrong way around on the bed and sprawled out, uncaring that Kurt is pawing at his shirt until Kurt's fingers catch against his ribs and he squirms away, laughing - being so uncooperative that, in a fit of madness and irritation, Kurt swings his leg over Blaine's hips so he can pin him down for a moment, tugs off Blaine's shirt and then, oh. Because Blaine just kind of giggles, and collapses backwards and stares up at Kurt with sleepy eyes and the hint of a smile and Kurt -
- well, Kurt is straddling the boy he's in love with.
Oh.
Title: without restraint
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: That awkward moment where you're straddling the boy you're in love with while he's drunk and half-naked.
Notes: title from 'Drunken Lament' by Ludo: drunk since saturday, without you, without restraint
An explanation, that turned into mini-fic:
It's the end of Rachel's party, where everyone's passed out or disappeared and Kurt is annoyed and Blaine is drunk and tactile and somehow without pants. Kurt repeats his mantra of being a really, really good best friend and takes a breath and insists that it's time for bed - one spare bedroom is free and Blaine's a mess, hardly able to stand and he keeps touching Kurt as they manoeuvre through the doorway. They stumble and he flings his arms around Kurt's waist, and somehow Blaine gets enough leverage to drag him onto the mattress in a whirl of flailing limbs.
It's tempting to just lay there, but Kurt has standards and he can't let Blaine sleep in his (inexplicably insulting, he will admit) clothes, and maybe he's a little drunk too as he reaches over and tries to help. Blaine is half asleep already, the wrong way around on the bed and sprawled out, uncaring that Kurt is pawing at his shirt until Kurt's fingers catch against his ribs and he squirms away, laughing - being so uncooperative that, in a fit of madness and irritation, Kurt swings his leg over Blaine's hips so he can pin him down for a moment, tugs off Blaine's shirt and then, oh. Because Blaine just kind of giggles, and collapses backwards and stares up at Kurt with sleepy eyes and the hint of a smile and Kurt -
- well, Kurt is straddling the boy he's in love with.
Oh.