Glee Fic: The Best (Getting) Laid Plans
Title: The Best (Getting) Laid Plans
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Author: Kagedtiger
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox and all the lovely people who create it.
Warnings/Spoilers: Rumors/Spoilers for 3x05
Series: None
Summary: Kurt has a plan. A sexy plan.
Notes: This is seriously one of the most self-indulgent things I've ever written. Pure comfort-fluff. More notes behind the cut to avoid spoilers.
More Notes: Based on a number of spoilers for 3x05, Chris's tweet about a Princess Leia outfit, and in particular Chris's comment in the New Yorker interview about how he feels that Blaine and Kurt are a modern version of Ricky and Lucy. Just something I wanted to write before the canon completely invalidates it. ^_^
Kurt eyes the soft deerskin boots, his mind torn with indecision. On the one hand, they're the perfect accessory to complete his ensemble, but on the other hand, the idea of wearing shoes to bed is just... awkward. He's sure they'll get in the way, and they have laces which take about five minutes each to do and undo, and he's not sure he'll have that kind of time in the middle of things.
He actually doesn't have that much time right now, he notes, glancing at the clock on his dresser. If Blaine is punctual - and he always is - he's got less than five minutes to make up his mind.
He hears a knock on the door, and the decision is made for him as Blaine's voice rises from downstairs in a curious, "Kurt?"
"Upstairs!" Kurt calls. He shoves the shoes back into the closet out of the way and quickly arranges himself on the bed. He wishes he'd had a bit more time to practice his pose, but the indecision with the boots has cost him. He does his best though, and is settled by the time Blaine pushes open the door, already mid-sentence.
"-so sorry, Kurt, you have to believe me. I'm surprised you're even speaking to me, what I did was just inexcuseab-" Blaine cuts off abruptly as he catches sight of Kurt.
Kurt is lounging, arms stretched across the back of the bed's headboard, wearing, all in all, very little. The bikini-style shorts are gold with a sort of swirling wave design in a slightly darker sheen, and have long sheer strips of maroon fabric hanging down from the sides like ribbons. Gold body glitter glistens across his collar bone and in a suggestive line down the center of his chest and stomach. To complete the look he's also wearing gold eyeshadow that makes him look particularly arch.
Kurt takes a deep breath and puts on his best sexy face. He knows Blaine hadn't really liked them in the past, but maybe Blaine looks at him differently now that they're actually boyfriends, and anyway this is his last and most desperate solution, so if this doesn't work he's kind of screwed. Or rather, not screwed, and that's the problem.
"Hey there," says Kurt, trying to make his voice as deep and breathy as possible.
Blaine looks down, but not before Kurt catches a particular expression on his face - downcast eyes and a hastily-bitten lower lip - that Kurt has come to recognize as the 'I'm trying not to smile because my boyfriend will kill me if I laugh at him' look. Kurt's heart sinks. That's it, then. He's just not sexy enough. He's a fucking clown in fucking gold makeup, and jeeze, what had he even been thinking? What had possessed him to make such a fool of himself? How had he ever thought this would be a good idea?
Kurt is already curling in on himself, pulling up the blanket and trying to make at least a small effort to cover some of his too-naked body, when Blaine is suddenly next to him, arms wrapped around Kurt's shoulders, the sudden presence of his scent bowling Kurt over like a physical force, making him feel light-headed.
"I'm sorry," Blaine murmurs. "I'm so sorry. I'm not making fun of you, I swear, Kurt. You're so sexy, I promise, just... just not when you're, uh... trying."
Kurt sniffs, and promises himself he won't cry. Not until he actually hears the words, "It's over" from his boyfriend's mouth.
Blaine doesn't particularly seem in a hurry to get rid of him, though. The ex-Warbler strokes his shoulder comfortingly and kisses his hair. "What brought this on?" he asks softly.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Kurt asks, voice rough and harsh. "You want me to be ready, and all... all sexual, and slutty, like that terrible harlot Sebastian. I just wanted to show you that I can do that, if that's what you want. If that's what you want me to be, if that's what it takes to keep you, I can do that, I can be ready, I can-"
He's interrupted by Blaine's kiss, an interruption he will never tire of, no matter how distressed he is. When they break apart Blaine babbles, "Oh god, Kurt, never. I'm so sorry if I made you feel that way. I promise, I swear, I'm willing to wait for you, Kurt. You don't have to push yourself into doing anything you're not comfortable with. I promise I'll wait for you, Kurt, I was such a jerk the other day and you were totally right to push me away. I swear, you're all I want, really."
Kurt is shaking, his body limp with relief. He won't cry. He definitely won't cry. "I'm just so scared," he admits in a whisper. He's having a hard time speaking around the lump in his throat. "What if I'm terrible at it? I'm not sexy, Blaine. I'm not... this. I wish I was, for you."
"Don't even." Blaine's voice is rough too, and Kurt feels guilty for ever doubting his boyfriend. "You're fine the way you are. I love the way you are. And you are sexy. Every day, everything you do, you're so sexy, Kurt. I promise."
Kurt doesn't know how to respond to that. He doesn't feel sexy. He feels awkward and gangly and the only way he feels even mildly elegant and in control of how he looks is when he has his outfit planned out to the T. He knows exactly what to wear to look good; without his clothes, he's just... naked. Just naked Kurt. There's nothing sexy about naked Kurt, at least as far as he can tell.
Blaine kisses him again and then draws back a little to wipe away the few tears that have - despite Kurt's best attempts - managed to find their way onto Kurt's cheeks.
Kurt notices something and laughs suddenly. "I, uh, I think I got glitter on your vest."
Blaine looks down at the dark green sweater-vest he's wearing and the new subtle gold streak it sports around the center of his chest. He smirks. "Well, it definitely marks me as yours more than anything else could."
Yes. Kurt smiles. Marked. He likes the sound of that - a physical mark that Blaine is his and only his, and no one else is going to steal him away. He gives Blaine another soft peck, and then looks away. "I should probably um, put some clothes on."
"I dunno," says Blaine, eyeing the gold shorts, "I kind of like this look on you."
Kurt swats him in the shoulder, but only lightly and with great affection. He slides out of the bed and pads over to his closet to pick something out.
"When you are ready, Kurt," says Blaine behind him, "just let me know. I really want to have sex with you, but only when you're comfortable with it. Only when it's what you really want, okay? Otherwise there's no point."
Kurt doesn't turn around, but he does nod his acknowledgement. "I know." And it's because of that, he knows, because of Blaine's comfort and his patience, that that time will be fairly soon. But perhaps not today. And that's perfectly alright.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Author: Kagedtiger
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox and all the lovely people who create it.
Warnings/Spoilers: Rumors/Spoilers for 3x05
Series: None
Summary: Kurt has a plan. A sexy plan.
Notes: This is seriously one of the most self-indulgent things I've ever written. Pure comfort-fluff. More notes behind the cut to avoid spoilers.
More Notes: Based on a number of spoilers for 3x05, Chris's tweet about a Princess Leia outfit, and in particular Chris's comment in the New Yorker interview about how he feels that Blaine and Kurt are a modern version of Ricky and Lucy. Just something I wanted to write before the canon completely invalidates it. ^_^
Kurt eyes the soft deerskin boots, his mind torn with indecision. On the one hand, they're the perfect accessory to complete his ensemble, but on the other hand, the idea of wearing shoes to bed is just... awkward. He's sure they'll get in the way, and they have laces which take about five minutes each to do and undo, and he's not sure he'll have that kind of time in the middle of things.
He actually doesn't have that much time right now, he notes, glancing at the clock on his dresser. If Blaine is punctual - and he always is - he's got less than five minutes to make up his mind.
He hears a knock on the door, and the decision is made for him as Blaine's voice rises from downstairs in a curious, "Kurt?"
"Upstairs!" Kurt calls. He shoves the shoes back into the closet out of the way and quickly arranges himself on the bed. He wishes he'd had a bit more time to practice his pose, but the indecision with the boots has cost him. He does his best though, and is settled by the time Blaine pushes open the door, already mid-sentence.
"-so sorry, Kurt, you have to believe me. I'm surprised you're even speaking to me, what I did was just inexcuseab-" Blaine cuts off abruptly as he catches sight of Kurt.
Kurt is lounging, arms stretched across the back of the bed's headboard, wearing, all in all, very little. The bikini-style shorts are gold with a sort of swirling wave design in a slightly darker sheen, and have long sheer strips of maroon fabric hanging down from the sides like ribbons. Gold body glitter glistens across his collar bone and in a suggestive line down the center of his chest and stomach. To complete the look he's also wearing gold eyeshadow that makes him look particularly arch.
Kurt takes a deep breath and puts on his best sexy face. He knows Blaine hadn't really liked them in the past, but maybe Blaine looks at him differently now that they're actually boyfriends, and anyway this is his last and most desperate solution, so if this doesn't work he's kind of screwed. Or rather, not screwed, and that's the problem.
"Hey there," says Kurt, trying to make his voice as deep and breathy as possible.
Blaine looks down, but not before Kurt catches a particular expression on his face - downcast eyes and a hastily-bitten lower lip - that Kurt has come to recognize as the 'I'm trying not to smile because my boyfriend will kill me if I laugh at him' look. Kurt's heart sinks. That's it, then. He's just not sexy enough. He's a fucking clown in fucking gold makeup, and jeeze, what had he even been thinking? What had possessed him to make such a fool of himself? How had he ever thought this would be a good idea?
Kurt is already curling in on himself, pulling up the blanket and trying to make at least a small effort to cover some of his too-naked body, when Blaine is suddenly next to him, arms wrapped around Kurt's shoulders, the sudden presence of his scent bowling Kurt over like a physical force, making him feel light-headed.
"I'm sorry," Blaine murmurs. "I'm so sorry. I'm not making fun of you, I swear, Kurt. You're so sexy, I promise, just... just not when you're, uh... trying."
Kurt sniffs, and promises himself he won't cry. Not until he actually hears the words, "It's over" from his boyfriend's mouth.
Blaine doesn't particularly seem in a hurry to get rid of him, though. The ex-Warbler strokes his shoulder comfortingly and kisses his hair. "What brought this on?" he asks softly.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Kurt asks, voice rough and harsh. "You want me to be ready, and all... all sexual, and slutty, like that terrible harlot Sebastian. I just wanted to show you that I can do that, if that's what you want. If that's what you want me to be, if that's what it takes to keep you, I can do that, I can be ready, I can-"
He's interrupted by Blaine's kiss, an interruption he will never tire of, no matter how distressed he is. When they break apart Blaine babbles, "Oh god, Kurt, never. I'm so sorry if I made you feel that way. I promise, I swear, I'm willing to wait for you, Kurt. You don't have to push yourself into doing anything you're not comfortable with. I promise I'll wait for you, Kurt, I was such a jerk the other day and you were totally right to push me away. I swear, you're all I want, really."
Kurt is shaking, his body limp with relief. He won't cry. He definitely won't cry. "I'm just so scared," he admits in a whisper. He's having a hard time speaking around the lump in his throat. "What if I'm terrible at it? I'm not sexy, Blaine. I'm not... this. I wish I was, for you."
"Don't even." Blaine's voice is rough too, and Kurt feels guilty for ever doubting his boyfriend. "You're fine the way you are. I love the way you are. And you are sexy. Every day, everything you do, you're so sexy, Kurt. I promise."
Kurt doesn't know how to respond to that. He doesn't feel sexy. He feels awkward and gangly and the only way he feels even mildly elegant and in control of how he looks is when he has his outfit planned out to the T. He knows exactly what to wear to look good; without his clothes, he's just... naked. Just naked Kurt. There's nothing sexy about naked Kurt, at least as far as he can tell.
Blaine kisses him again and then draws back a little to wipe away the few tears that have - despite Kurt's best attempts - managed to find their way onto Kurt's cheeks.
Kurt notices something and laughs suddenly. "I, uh, I think I got glitter on your vest."
Blaine looks down at the dark green sweater-vest he's wearing and the new subtle gold streak it sports around the center of his chest. He smirks. "Well, it definitely marks me as yours more than anything else could."
Yes. Kurt smiles. Marked. He likes the sound of that - a physical mark that Blaine is his and only his, and no one else is going to steal him away. He gives Blaine another soft peck, and then looks away. "I should probably um, put some clothes on."
"I dunno," says Blaine, eyeing the gold shorts, "I kind of like this look on you."
Kurt swats him in the shoulder, but only lightly and with great affection. He slides out of the bed and pads over to his closet to pick something out.
"When you are ready, Kurt," says Blaine behind him, "just let me know. I really want to have sex with you, but only when you're comfortable with it. Only when it's what you really want, okay? Otherwise there's no point."
Kurt doesn't turn around, but he does nod his acknowledgement. "I know." And it's because of that, he knows, because of Blaine's comfort and his patience, that that time will be fairly soon. But perhaps not today. And that's perfectly alright.