Fic: One Thing
Title: One Thing
Word Count: 385
Rating: PG
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt (Kurt's POV)
Synopsis: Kurt somehow finds himself watching a football game with Blaine.
Kurt can’t believe he’s actually watching a football game. He enters the living room and watches Blaine watching the game intently. He’s wearing a jersey; which Kurt is only allowing because, well, because it’s Blaine and he can’t not, even if it is a truly horrendous fashion crisis.
It makes him happy, he reminds himself. He sits down next to Blaine, who slings his arm loosely around him on the back of the couch and smiles.
“What’s the score?”
“Michigan 14, Ohio 7,” Blaine answers a bit dejectedly.
“Oh good, I hope Michigan wins.”
Blaine throws him a thoroughly perplexed look. The Ohio State Buckeyes are Blaine’s favorite team. Kurt knows this - all too well.
“Since when do you actually care who wins?”
“Michigan has a much better drama department. Thereby, they should win, as I assume revenue from a successful football team surely must somehow correlate to a net positive effect on the drama kids; and nothing creates revenue like a winning team.”
Kurt smiles his best corny smile. He’s enjoying winding him up.
“You would root against me, Kurt? Your boyfriend? You would root against my absolute favorite team? I’m crushed.”
“I have very sound reasoning. Supporting the arts is extremely important, Blaine.” Kurt is trying very hard now to keep it together, which fails miserably about three seconds later and they both burst out laughing.
“I hate you,” Blaine says with a chuckle, pressing his forehead to Kurt’s and staring at his lips. He kisses him quickly, nipping at that goofy, giddy grin.
“You so do not,” Kurt corrects, then immediately attends to sucking on Blaine’s bottom lip.
“You’re right,” Blaine agrees, pulling away once more. “I so do not.”
Then suddenly, Kurt is on his back and they’re horizontal across the living room couch. Kurt’s fingers tangle through Blaine’s surprisingly curly black locks and grab at his waist, tugging him tighter to his body, at which point any outside viewer might think Kurt would surely soon swallow his adorable prep school boyfriend whole. He loves the feeling of Blaine’s wide, strong hands reaching up under his shirt.
The all-important game is somehow quickly forgotten, and Kurt thinks this is a much more enjoyable way to spend an afternoon.
Apparently, there is at least one thing Blaine loves more than Ohio State football.
Word Count: 385
Rating: PG
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt (Kurt's POV)
Synopsis: Kurt somehow finds himself watching a football game with Blaine.
Kurt can’t believe he’s actually watching a football game. He enters the living room and watches Blaine watching the game intently. He’s wearing a jersey; which Kurt is only allowing because, well, because it’s Blaine and he can’t not, even if it is a truly horrendous fashion crisis.
It makes him happy, he reminds himself. He sits down next to Blaine, who slings his arm loosely around him on the back of the couch and smiles.
“What’s the score?”
“Michigan 14, Ohio 7,” Blaine answers a bit dejectedly.
“Oh good, I hope Michigan wins.”
Blaine throws him a thoroughly perplexed look. The Ohio State Buckeyes are Blaine’s favorite team. Kurt knows this - all too well.
“Since when do you actually care who wins?”
“Michigan has a much better drama department. Thereby, they should win, as I assume revenue from a successful football team surely must somehow correlate to a net positive effect on the drama kids; and nothing creates revenue like a winning team.”
Kurt smiles his best corny smile. He’s enjoying winding him up.
“You would root against me, Kurt? Your boyfriend? You would root against my absolute favorite team? I’m crushed.”
“I have very sound reasoning. Supporting the arts is extremely important, Blaine.” Kurt is trying very hard now to keep it together, which fails miserably about three seconds later and they both burst out laughing.
“I hate you,” Blaine says with a chuckle, pressing his forehead to Kurt’s and staring at his lips. He kisses him quickly, nipping at that goofy, giddy grin.
“You so do not,” Kurt corrects, then immediately attends to sucking on Blaine’s bottom lip.
“You’re right,” Blaine agrees, pulling away once more. “I so do not.”
Then suddenly, Kurt is on his back and they’re horizontal across the living room couch. Kurt’s fingers tangle through Blaine’s surprisingly curly black locks and grab at his waist, tugging him tighter to his body, at which point any outside viewer might think Kurt would surely soon swallow his adorable prep school boyfriend whole. He loves the feeling of Blaine’s wide, strong hands reaching up under his shirt.
The all-important game is somehow quickly forgotten, and Kurt thinks this is a much more enjoyable way to spend an afternoon.
Apparently, there is at least one thing Blaine loves more than Ohio State football.