fic: keep me hangin' on
Title: keep me hangin' on
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Length: 495
Summary: Blaine drops his head into his hands and considers the pros and cons of moving somewhere Burt Hummel will never lay eyes on him again. Maybe Austrailia.
Spoilers: Original Songs I s'pose. This is set early in the relationship.
Warnings: awkward situations, inappropiate reference to childhood book?
Notes: thesis what thesis? Originally written as comment fic, during the October hiatus. Prompt was 'Kurt and Blaine failed attempt at a romantic evening'. Title from the song by the Supremes.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
"Oh my God, did you see how he looked at me. That’s how a bear stares at a hiker before it mauls him to death." Blaine drops his head into his hands and considers the pros and cons of moving somewhere Burt Hummel will never lay eyes on him again.
Maybe Australia.
Koalas are nice. Wallabies are cute.
But then again, dingos...
Kurt makes a sympathetic noise and bridges the distance of the couch cushion currently dividing them to rub Blaine's shoulder. The touch reminds Blaine of why he wasn't already half way back home--or to Australia-the minute Mr Hummel left the room. Proximity to Kurt is clearly damaging Blaine’s sense of self preservation.
"He wasn't supposed to be home for another hour."
"I know. I know." Blaine rubs his palms across his eyes like it'll scrub the sight of Mr. Hummel's face when he walked in on them on the couch out of his eyes. The mortification of knowing that Mr. Hummel now knows what Blaine looks like (mostly) shirtless itches across Blaine's back.
Burt Hummel has seen Blaine's nipples.
He shudders. "It's just, the way he looked Kurt." He shakes his head and his voice rises a bit, a little hysterical, "It was--he probably thinks I have untoward intentions for you."
Kurt's hand stops rubbing. "Blaine?" There's a long minute's pause and then, "You do, right? Have intentions? For me?” Kurt’s voice dips a little at the end, twists something prickly in the pit of Blaine’s stomach. He can’t tell if he likes it or not. “Because I--for you, I mean."
Blaine's head snaps up so fast he's sure he can feel it when his brain sloshes against the walls of his skull. The prickly feeling spreads out and oh, he likes it, "Oh god, Kurt, of course. I-you, Kurt. A lot of them." All of them. All the intentions in the world percolating inside him and keeping him up at night, brimming with all the things he wants to do with Kurt.
He grabs his boyfriend's hand and squeezes because there’s too much he wants to do to actually do anything more, and then there's the sound of footsteps overhead, and all that desire collides face first into the looming wall of mortification and dread that rises up at the knowledge that Burt Hummel knows about the things Blaine wants too.
Kurt blushes pink but before he can say anything they're both flying further apart as Kurt's father begins to descend the stairs. Probably for that 'talk' he said they were going to have. Blaine fights the urge to cross his arms over his chest, shoves all and any thought of their mutual unwholesome intentions away, far, far out of reach to save for a time when he’s not sitting on his boyfriend’s couch awaiting his death via embarrassment.
This kind of thing probably doesn't happen in Australia. He needs to ask Kurt’s opinion on wallabies.
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Length: 495
Summary: Blaine drops his head into his hands and considers the pros and cons of moving somewhere Burt Hummel will never lay eyes on him again. Maybe Austrailia.
Spoilers: Original Songs I s'pose. This is set early in the relationship.
Warnings: awkward situations, inappropiate reference to childhood book?
Notes: thesis what thesis? Originally written as comment fic, during the October hiatus. Prompt was 'Kurt and Blaine failed attempt at a romantic evening'. Title from the song by the Supremes.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
"Oh my God, did you see how he looked at me. That’s how a bear stares at a hiker before it mauls him to death." Blaine drops his head into his hands and considers the pros and cons of moving somewhere Burt Hummel will never lay eyes on him again.
Maybe Australia.
Koalas are nice. Wallabies are cute.
But then again, dingos...
Kurt makes a sympathetic noise and bridges the distance of the couch cushion currently dividing them to rub Blaine's shoulder. The touch reminds Blaine of why he wasn't already half way back home--or to Australia-the minute Mr Hummel left the room. Proximity to Kurt is clearly damaging Blaine’s sense of self preservation.
"He wasn't supposed to be home for another hour."
"I know. I know." Blaine rubs his palms across his eyes like it'll scrub the sight of Mr. Hummel's face when he walked in on them on the couch out of his eyes. The mortification of knowing that Mr. Hummel now knows what Blaine looks like (mostly) shirtless itches across Blaine's back.
Burt Hummel has seen Blaine's nipples.
He shudders. "It's just, the way he looked Kurt." He shakes his head and his voice rises a bit, a little hysterical, "It was--he probably thinks I have untoward intentions for you."
Kurt's hand stops rubbing. "Blaine?" There's a long minute's pause and then, "You do, right? Have intentions? For me?” Kurt’s voice dips a little at the end, twists something prickly in the pit of Blaine’s stomach. He can’t tell if he likes it or not. “Because I--for you, I mean."
Blaine's head snaps up so fast he's sure he can feel it when his brain sloshes against the walls of his skull. The prickly feeling spreads out and oh, he likes it, "Oh god, Kurt, of course. I-you, Kurt. A lot of them." All of them. All the intentions in the world percolating inside him and keeping him up at night, brimming with all the things he wants to do with Kurt.
He grabs his boyfriend's hand and squeezes because there’s too much he wants to do to actually do anything more, and then there's the sound of footsteps overhead, and all that desire collides face first into the looming wall of mortification and dread that rises up at the knowledge that Burt Hummel knows about the things Blaine wants too.
Kurt blushes pink but before he can say anything they're both flying further apart as Kurt's father begins to descend the stairs. Probably for that 'talk' he said they were going to have. Blaine fights the urge to cross his arms over his chest, shoves all and any thought of their mutual unwholesome intentions away, far, far out of reach to save for a time when he’s not sitting on his boyfriend’s couch awaiting his death via embarrassment.
This kind of thing probably doesn't happen in Australia. He needs to ask Kurt’s opinion on wallabies.