Fic: Forever Tourists
Media: Fic
Title: Forever Tourists
Artist: heartsasmagnets
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2200
Summary: semi-AU! loosely connecting sequence of drabbles (which I did in response to prompts I requested on tumblr) that tells how Kurt and Blaine have grown together over they years. A big thanks to all those who prompted (a mix of comm members and tumblr people).
Prompt: Kurt, Blaine & Chocolate Milk by robertprandicle (tumblr)
Blaine Anderson is Kurt Hummel’s best friend and vice versa. It’s been that way ever since that day, last month, when they played blocks together during playtime and he helped Blaine build what Blaine had called “the tallest, coolest tower he’d ever seen in his life.”
Their desks are arranged alphabetically in class, but they always sit together at lunch.
Today, Blaine arrives to their usual table with a frown on his face. Kurt looks up, wide-eyed, from his chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asks.
“They ran out of chocolate milk,” Blaine answers, swinging his short legs over the brightly colored bench. Kurt looks to Blaine’s hard plastic lunch tray and sees that he’s got white milk.
Kurt knows that Blaine’s favorite thing ever is chocolate milk. He looks to his own, unopened carton of chocolate milk and sets down his chicken nugget. Without hesitation, he picks up his chocolate milk and holds it out across the table to Blaine.
A small smile creeps across Blaine’s face and he looks to Kurt. “Are you sure?”
Kurt nods, biting into the chicken nugget he’s picked up with his free hand. He nods vigorously. “Yes. You’re my best friend.”
Kurt doesn’t mind white milk, especially if it means Blaine is happy.
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Prompt: Caught mid-frottage by Anon (tumblr)
Ever since elementary school, Kurt and Blaine have both known they were gay. But it isn’t until the fall of their 8th grade year that they start to experiment. Until then, they're just good friends.
They’re studying Geometry like always one Thursday night in Kurt’s room when suddenly their hands brush and something is different. Kurt wants to be kissed and he wants Blaine to kiss him. It’s an odd feeling, and the first few kisses are negotiated awkwardly, but far too quickly they are naked on his bed and the friction of their semi-hard cocks rubbing together is blowing Kurt’s mind.
Burt walks in unannounced and catches them in the act. Kurt isn’t allowed to have Blaine over - alone - in his room for a year after. But that’s the beginning of it all and three days later, they start dating. They go to the movies and hold hands, taking a step back from the typically teenage rushed sexual encounter. It’s fun and far less awkward than most middle school relationships because Kurt knows Blaine and vice versa.
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Prompt: Peanuts by tonks17 (tumblr)
Kurt approaches Blaine who is sitting in the Dalton common room. He sits down on the arm of the high-back chair. “Are you reading the newspaper?” Kurt asks, tipping to the side to see what is on the page. “Who reads the newspaper anymore?”
“I do,” Blaine says defensively, closing the newspaper and clutching it to his chest so that Kurt can’t see, but it’s too late. “Intelligent people still believe in print media.”
“Oh don’t act all high and mighty,” Kurt laughs. “I know you’re looking at the funny section.”
“So sue me,” Blaine bites back. “I need to find out what’s going on with Peanuts today.”
“You know, Peanuts hasn’t been new for years, right?”
Blaine reopens the newspaper and continues reading, completely ignoring Kurt’s remark. He likes Peanuts. It’s quaint and sweet. It’s not jaded like the rest of the world - even the funny section - is these days.
“Is Lucy in this one?” Kurt asks after a few moments of silence. “She’s my favorite.”
Blaine rolls his eyes. “Of course she’s your favorite,” he laughs, bumping Kurt off the chair with his elbow.
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Prompt: Sexting in Biology Class by bittersweetberlin (tumblr)
Kurt pulls out his phone and sends Blaine a text out of sight of their teacher.
K: This class is so boring.
Blaine, who is seated beside him, makes a face when his phone vibrates silently in his pocket.
B: It’s biology, Kurt. The study of the human body. Essential life learning.
K: I’m more of a hands-on learner.
B: I know.
K: How about we do a little learning after class in my car?
Blaine looks up from his phone, pretending to be listening to the truly mind-numbing lecture. A smirk crosses his lips.
B: Your ass is mine.
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Prompt: Blaine is Catholic by blaqkheaven
“You know I don’t believe in God, right?” Kurt asks, out of the blue one day as he grabs Blaine’s hand on their way back to the dorms.
“Yes. Why?”
He shrugs. “I just sometimes see that rosary you have and wonder if it bothers you.”
Blaine looks down at the few beads that are sticking out of the zipper on the front of his backpack which is thumping against his hip each time he steps.
Blaine shrugs in return. “No, it doesn’t bother me. It’s just how I grew up. I guess I’m not a very good Catholic if I’m dating a heathen atheist boy, huh?”
“You can’t really be blamed. I’m pretty irresistible,” Kurt quips, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand.
“We’ll let the kids decide for themselves,” Blaine replies, kissing Kurt’s cheek and reaching out to pull the door open for them.
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Prompt: Call and Answer - Barenaked Ladies by crazedwolf
Blaine is studying at 9:35 on Saturday night when his phone rings. It’s Kurt’s ringtone. He grins and presses the answer button. “Hey babe! I miss you. How’s home?”
On the other end of the line all he hears is crying. Sobbing - more accurately. It is without a doubt Kurt.
“Kurt,” he asks cautiously, slamming his book shut and planting his feet on the floor. “What’s wrong?” He listens carefully, trying to make out words through the sniffling and the sobbing, but it’s of little use. “Kurt, where are you?” He asks, hoping for a clearer answer. He’s already across the room, reaching for his coat and grabbing his keys.
‘Hospital’ is the only word he hears.
“Listen to me, Kurt,” he says adamantly, switching hands with his phone so he can lock his door. “I love you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
And if you call, I will answer/ And if you fall, I’ll pick you up
Kurt crashes into his arms the second he gets through the sliding doors to the Lima ER. He crumples to the floor and Blaine follows, stroking his back and clutching his body tight to his own. Over Kurt’s shoulder, he sees Finn consoling Carole.
He inhales deeply and bites his lip to keep himself from crying. Kurt needs him to be strong right now.
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Prompt: Permanent Marker by rrrowr
They get drunk one night - way, way too drunk on wine in Kurt’s dorm room. Blaine eventually flops down on Kurt’s bed and mumbles something about how much fun this has been before he passes out completely.
He’s not sure what gets into him, but Kurt grabs a red Sharpie off his desk and writes ‘property of Kurt Hummel’ in bold letters with a little heart at the end on Blaine’s arm. He giggles because he’s drunk and it’s true. They belong to each other.
Then he collapses next Blaine on the bed and pulls the covers up around them. In the morning he wakes to a major headache, all alone in his bed. There’s a note by his bed scrawled in red Sharpie.
Went back to my room. Love you.
P.S. My new tattoo is amazing. Check your arm.
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Prompt: Marriage Proposal by angelicmousegrl
After high school, they move to New York together and Kurt hones his performing skills at Juilliard, while Blaine opts to go to Stern for a degree in business; but Blaine doesn’t abandon performing altogether, in fact, he and Kurt join the New York City Gay Men’s Chorus and warble their way into the hearts of many New Yorkers.
They live together throughout college, so both of them know it’s just a matter of time. And yes - they’ve had their up’s and down’s over the years, little fights here and there, but what they have is different from anything Blaine has ever seen anyone else have. It’s not flawless, but it’s pretty damn close.
They are each other’s first and only, but that doesn’t bother Blaine - and he’s pretty sure it doesn’t bother Kurt. When you find someone who fits this good, you don’t let them go.
He and Kurt go to the Heartland Brewery for dinner one night and they share a plate of Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo, a large garden salad with Italian dressing and a bottle of expensive wine. Its way out of their price range, but tonight is the night Blaine is going to ask Kurt to marry him, so he slips the waiter his credit card and doesn’t even care.
They go up to the top of the Empire State Building to look out on the city. Even after almost four years here, they sometimes still feel like small-town Ohio boys, still awed by the magic of the city; forever tourists at heart.
“Kurt?” Blaine asks, as they both look down at the sea of city lights.
“Hmmm,” Kurt muses, linking his arm through Blaine’s and resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Will you marry me?” He asks, pulling a ring box out of his right pocket. It’s a silver band because Kurt thinks gold jewelry is gaudy. An incredible smile grows across Kurt’s face, one that lights him up as bright as the city below.
“I thought you’d never ask,” He answers, sliding the ring on his finger and pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips. It's not a grand surprise, but it's comfortable and amazing and Blaine is glad it never has to end.
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Prompt: Kurt, Blaine & Eyelashes by takemejustasiam
Usually, after they have sex, Blaine gets very quiet and cuddles tightly against him. He presses an uncountable number of kisses to Kurt’s cheek and exhales deeply, fully satisfied. After sex, Blaine is always incredibly sleepy and Kurt is usually wide awake. Blaine struggles to stay lucid, repeatedly fighting against the gravity and tiredness weighing down his eyelids. Blaine has soft, a-typically long eyelashes and Kurt loves the feeling of them as they flutter against his face.
“I’m sorry,” Blaine whispers, apologizing for something he barely has control over when sleep eventually overtakes him.
Kurt always laughs and presses a gentle kiss to Blaine’s lips. “Don’t apologize for being perfect.”
Kurt simply lies there listening to Blaine’s steadily deepening breaths and thinking just how incredibly lucky he is to have found someone. To have found Blaine.
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Prompt: Tie, plane ticket, iPod by zeppelinrulz (tumblr)
Kurt leans against the frame of their bedroom door, watching as Blaine rushes around throwing things in his suitcase. Kurt can’t help but smile at his frazzled but wonderful fiancé.
“Keys. Plane ticket. iPod,” Blaine says aloud, taking audible inventory of the final things he needs. He zips his suitcase and the definitive sound of the final metal teeth snapping together ring in both their ears. Blaine looks up at him with eyes full of worry.
Kurt steps toward him, cupping Blaine’s face in his hand and running his thumb across his cheek. Blaine closes his eyes, as if soaking all of Kurt’s good energy into him.
“They’ll love you,” Kurt whispers, straightening Blaine’s tie. “Just like I do.”
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Prompt: Non-Traditional Body Part Kisses by preromantics
Ninety-nine percent of the time, Blaine loves that they are equals, particularly in bed. Neither assumes a solely dominant role. Their switching is just another way that they subvert social stereotypes. But sometimes, he’s so overwhelmed with Kurt’s amazing body and his gorgeous porcelain skin that he can’t even help but lavish all his attention on Kurt, worshipping him from head to toe.
On these days, Blaine insists that it is all about Kurt. And he’ll hear no arguments to the contrary.
“Close your eyes,” Blaine requests. Kurt complies. It’s so much sexier for someone to touch you when you can’t see them. All your other senses are heightened. But that’s not the only reason he’s asked Kurt to close his eyes.
He teases at the waistband of his briefs with his finger, slipping a digit or two underneath as if he’s going to disrobe him, but he never quite gets there. Instead, he licks a trail up from Kurt’s belly button to his collarbone and blows cool air over it. He can feel Kurt shiver in response, partly from the cold and partly from pleasure.
Then he straddles him and gently kisses his eyelids, first the left and then the right, lingering after each. He’s always loved kissing Kurt this way. It’s not a place that just anyone kisses you. To close your eyes long enough for this is to be completely vulnerable. When he kisses Kurt this way, he’s acknowledging how much he loves being the person who gets to be this close.
He kisses him as a reminder of how truly special he is.
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Title: Forever Tourists
Artist: heartsasmagnets
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2200
Summary: semi-AU! loosely connecting sequence of drabbles (which I did in response to prompts I requested on tumblr) that tells how Kurt and Blaine have grown together over they years. A big thanks to all those who prompted (a mix of comm members and tumblr people).
Prompt: Kurt, Blaine & Chocolate Milk by robertprandicle (tumblr)
Blaine Anderson is Kurt Hummel’s best friend and vice versa. It’s been that way ever since that day, last month, when they played blocks together during playtime and he helped Blaine build what Blaine had called “the tallest, coolest tower he’d ever seen in his life.”
Their desks are arranged alphabetically in class, but they always sit together at lunch.
Today, Blaine arrives to their usual table with a frown on his face. Kurt looks up, wide-eyed, from his chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese.
“What’s wrong?” Kurt asks.
“They ran out of chocolate milk,” Blaine answers, swinging his short legs over the brightly colored bench. Kurt looks to Blaine’s hard plastic lunch tray and sees that he’s got white milk.
Kurt knows that Blaine’s favorite thing ever is chocolate milk. He looks to his own, unopened carton of chocolate milk and sets down his chicken nugget. Without hesitation, he picks up his chocolate milk and holds it out across the table to Blaine.
A small smile creeps across Blaine’s face and he looks to Kurt. “Are you sure?”
Kurt nods, biting into the chicken nugget he’s picked up with his free hand. He nods vigorously. “Yes. You’re my best friend.”
Kurt doesn’t mind white milk, especially if it means Blaine is happy.
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Prompt: Caught mid-frottage by Anon (tumblr)
Ever since elementary school, Kurt and Blaine have both known they were gay. But it isn’t until the fall of their 8th grade year that they start to experiment. Until then, they're just good friends.
They’re studying Geometry like always one Thursday night in Kurt’s room when suddenly their hands brush and something is different. Kurt wants to be kissed and he wants Blaine to kiss him. It’s an odd feeling, and the first few kisses are negotiated awkwardly, but far too quickly they are naked on his bed and the friction of their semi-hard cocks rubbing together is blowing Kurt’s mind.
Burt walks in unannounced and catches them in the act. Kurt isn’t allowed to have Blaine over - alone - in his room for a year after. But that’s the beginning of it all and three days later, they start dating. They go to the movies and hold hands, taking a step back from the typically teenage rushed sexual encounter. It’s fun and far less awkward than most middle school relationships because Kurt knows Blaine and vice versa.
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Prompt: Peanuts by tonks17 (tumblr)
Kurt approaches Blaine who is sitting in the Dalton common room. He sits down on the arm of the high-back chair. “Are you reading the newspaper?” Kurt asks, tipping to the side to see what is on the page. “Who reads the newspaper anymore?”
“I do,” Blaine says defensively, closing the newspaper and clutching it to his chest so that Kurt can’t see, but it’s too late. “Intelligent people still believe in print media.”
“Oh don’t act all high and mighty,” Kurt laughs. “I know you’re looking at the funny section.”
“So sue me,” Blaine bites back. “I need to find out what’s going on with Peanuts today.”
“You know, Peanuts hasn’t been new for years, right?”
Blaine reopens the newspaper and continues reading, completely ignoring Kurt’s remark. He likes Peanuts. It’s quaint and sweet. It’s not jaded like the rest of the world - even the funny section - is these days.
“Is Lucy in this one?” Kurt asks after a few moments of silence. “She’s my favorite.”
Blaine rolls his eyes. “Of course she’s your favorite,” he laughs, bumping Kurt off the chair with his elbow.
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Prompt: Sexting in Biology Class by bittersweetberlin (tumblr)
Kurt pulls out his phone and sends Blaine a text out of sight of their teacher.
K: This class is so boring.
Blaine, who is seated beside him, makes a face when his phone vibrates silently in his pocket.
B: It’s biology, Kurt. The study of the human body. Essential life learning.
K: I’m more of a hands-on learner.
B: I know.
K: How about we do a little learning after class in my car?
Blaine looks up from his phone, pretending to be listening to the truly mind-numbing lecture. A smirk crosses his lips.
B: Your ass is mine.
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Prompt: Blaine is Catholic by blaqkheaven
“You know I don’t believe in God, right?” Kurt asks, out of the blue one day as he grabs Blaine’s hand on their way back to the dorms.
“Yes. Why?”
He shrugs. “I just sometimes see that rosary you have and wonder if it bothers you.”
Blaine looks down at the few beads that are sticking out of the zipper on the front of his backpack which is thumping against his hip each time he steps.
Blaine shrugs in return. “No, it doesn’t bother me. It’s just how I grew up. I guess I’m not a very good Catholic if I’m dating a heathen atheist boy, huh?”
“You can’t really be blamed. I’m pretty irresistible,” Kurt quips, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand.
“We’ll let the kids decide for themselves,” Blaine replies, kissing Kurt’s cheek and reaching out to pull the door open for them.
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Prompt: Call and Answer - Barenaked Ladies by crazedwolf
Blaine is studying at 9:35 on Saturday night when his phone rings. It’s Kurt’s ringtone. He grins and presses the answer button. “Hey babe! I miss you. How’s home?”
On the other end of the line all he hears is crying. Sobbing - more accurately. It is without a doubt Kurt.
“Kurt,” he asks cautiously, slamming his book shut and planting his feet on the floor. “What’s wrong?” He listens carefully, trying to make out words through the sniffling and the sobbing, but it’s of little use. “Kurt, where are you?” He asks, hoping for a clearer answer. He’s already across the room, reaching for his coat and grabbing his keys.
‘Hospital’ is the only word he hears.
“Listen to me, Kurt,” he says adamantly, switching hands with his phone so he can lock his door. “I love you. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
And if you call, I will answer/ And if you fall, I’ll pick you up
Kurt crashes into his arms the second he gets through the sliding doors to the Lima ER. He crumples to the floor and Blaine follows, stroking his back and clutching his body tight to his own. Over Kurt’s shoulder, he sees Finn consoling Carole.
He inhales deeply and bites his lip to keep himself from crying. Kurt needs him to be strong right now.
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Prompt: Permanent Marker by rrrowr
They get drunk one night - way, way too drunk on wine in Kurt’s dorm room. Blaine eventually flops down on Kurt’s bed and mumbles something about how much fun this has been before he passes out completely.
He’s not sure what gets into him, but Kurt grabs a red Sharpie off his desk and writes ‘property of Kurt Hummel’ in bold letters with a little heart at the end on Blaine’s arm. He giggles because he’s drunk and it’s true. They belong to each other.
Then he collapses next Blaine on the bed and pulls the covers up around them. In the morning he wakes to a major headache, all alone in his bed. There’s a note by his bed scrawled in red Sharpie.
Went back to my room. Love you.
P.S. My new tattoo is amazing. Check your arm.
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Prompt: Marriage Proposal by angelicmousegrl
After high school, they move to New York together and Kurt hones his performing skills at Juilliard, while Blaine opts to go to Stern for a degree in business; but Blaine doesn’t abandon performing altogether, in fact, he and Kurt join the New York City Gay Men’s Chorus and warble their way into the hearts of many New Yorkers.
They live together throughout college, so both of them know it’s just a matter of time. And yes - they’ve had their up’s and down’s over the years, little fights here and there, but what they have is different from anything Blaine has ever seen anyone else have. It’s not flawless, but it’s pretty damn close.
They are each other’s first and only, but that doesn’t bother Blaine - and he’s pretty sure it doesn’t bother Kurt. When you find someone who fits this good, you don’t let them go.
He and Kurt go to the Heartland Brewery for dinner one night and they share a plate of Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo, a large garden salad with Italian dressing and a bottle of expensive wine. Its way out of their price range, but tonight is the night Blaine is going to ask Kurt to marry him, so he slips the waiter his credit card and doesn’t even care.
They go up to the top of the Empire State Building to look out on the city. Even after almost four years here, they sometimes still feel like small-town Ohio boys, still awed by the magic of the city; forever tourists at heart.
“Kurt?” Blaine asks, as they both look down at the sea of city lights.
“Hmmm,” Kurt muses, linking his arm through Blaine’s and resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Will you marry me?” He asks, pulling a ring box out of his right pocket. It’s a silver band because Kurt thinks gold jewelry is gaudy. An incredible smile grows across Kurt’s face, one that lights him up as bright as the city below.
“I thought you’d never ask,” He answers, sliding the ring on his finger and pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips. It's not a grand surprise, but it's comfortable and amazing and Blaine is glad it never has to end.
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Prompt: Kurt, Blaine & Eyelashes by takemejustasiam
Usually, after they have sex, Blaine gets very quiet and cuddles tightly against him. He presses an uncountable number of kisses to Kurt’s cheek and exhales deeply, fully satisfied. After sex, Blaine is always incredibly sleepy and Kurt is usually wide awake. Blaine struggles to stay lucid, repeatedly fighting against the gravity and tiredness weighing down his eyelids. Blaine has soft, a-typically long eyelashes and Kurt loves the feeling of them as they flutter against his face.
“I’m sorry,” Blaine whispers, apologizing for something he barely has control over when sleep eventually overtakes him.
Kurt always laughs and presses a gentle kiss to Blaine’s lips. “Don’t apologize for being perfect.”
Kurt simply lies there listening to Blaine’s steadily deepening breaths and thinking just how incredibly lucky he is to have found someone. To have found Blaine.
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Prompt: Tie, plane ticket, iPod by zeppelinrulz (tumblr)
Kurt leans against the frame of their bedroom door, watching as Blaine rushes around throwing things in his suitcase. Kurt can’t help but smile at his frazzled but wonderful fiancé.
“Keys. Plane ticket. iPod,” Blaine says aloud, taking audible inventory of the final things he needs. He zips his suitcase and the definitive sound of the final metal teeth snapping together ring in both their ears. Blaine looks up at him with eyes full of worry.
Kurt steps toward him, cupping Blaine’s face in his hand and running his thumb across his cheek. Blaine closes his eyes, as if soaking all of Kurt’s good energy into him.
“They’ll love you,” Kurt whispers, straightening Blaine’s tie. “Just like I do.”
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Prompt: Non-Traditional Body Part Kisses by preromantics
Ninety-nine percent of the time, Blaine loves that they are equals, particularly in bed. Neither assumes a solely dominant role. Their switching is just another way that they subvert social stereotypes. But sometimes, he’s so overwhelmed with Kurt’s amazing body and his gorgeous porcelain skin that he can’t even help but lavish all his attention on Kurt, worshipping him from head to toe.
On these days, Blaine insists that it is all about Kurt. And he’ll hear no arguments to the contrary.
“Close your eyes,” Blaine requests. Kurt complies. It’s so much sexier for someone to touch you when you can’t see them. All your other senses are heightened. But that’s not the only reason he’s asked Kurt to close his eyes.
He teases at the waistband of his briefs with his finger, slipping a digit or two underneath as if he’s going to disrobe him, but he never quite gets there. Instead, he licks a trail up from Kurt’s belly button to his collarbone and blows cool air over it. He can feel Kurt shiver in response, partly from the cold and partly from pleasure.
Then he straddles him and gently kisses his eyelids, first the left and then the right, lingering after each. He’s always loved kissing Kurt this way. It’s not a place that just anyone kisses you. To close your eyes long enough for this is to be completely vulnerable. When he kisses Kurt this way, he’s acknowledging how much he loves being the person who gets to be this close.
He kisses him as a reminder of how truly special he is.
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