Happy Holidays Hijackyou!
Title: An Ass Like That
Recipient: Hijackyou
Author/Artist: to be revealed January 3rd, 2012
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,520
Summary: Blaine is going to help Kurt get his way...whether Kurt wants him to, or not.
Notes: So, I hope you enjoyed my little blurb to you! I tried to include what you enjoyed, and did my best to give it a decent story without it dragging. Happy Holidays, and good luck with the rest of the year! :))
"Kurt, give me my coffee."
Kurt Hummel smiled, holding his boyfriend’s coffee high above his reach and ignoring the scarf that had slid from his pink cheeks and into the snow; "Only if you take off that ridiculous bow tie; before I take it off for you."
Blaine raised a brow, deftly picking up Kurt’s scarf and slinging it over his own shoulder. "Not much of a threat to me. Anyway, you’re one to talk, Kurt. You’re shoes are suede."
"I’ll have you know they’re designer, Blaine. Not that you’d understand, your wardrobe probably came from a thrift store." Kurt playfully defended his expensive, designer shoes with a caring shine in his eyes. Mr. Shuester, disheveled as always, approached before they could finish their banter.
"Kurt!" He called, jogging up between the two boys. "Kurt, I needed to give you the latest sheet music. I was thinking we have Rachel pull of this number, and the background vocals are pretty simple, so I figured we could have it polished for Regionals in two weeks or so."
Kurt’s mood suddenly darkened, and Blaine glanced up with concern. But Mr. Shuester was oblivious as always, and didn’t know a single thing was off when Kurt snatched the music with annoyance from Mr. Shue’s outstretched fingers. "Sure." He managed, handing Blaine his now chilled coffee dejectedly.
Mr. Shue sent Kurt a small smile, and shuffled off towards the school.
"I don’t want to talk about it," Kurt said tersely when Blaine moved to speak.
Blaine hesitated, but threaded his fingers together with Kurt’s. "Fine, but I’m going to figure out how to help you…" Blaine trailed off and bit his lip. "No matter what it takes, I’m going to make this right for you."
Kurt glanced over at Blaine’s worried expression. A few less cooperative curls had escaped the hold of his heavy gelling, and Kurt’s eyes went ever so slightly wide. Blaine was so handsome, dressed in a loosely fitting, soft fabric with a simple pair of dark jeans.
No one could help him, though. No matter how handsome he may be. Glee club was a disaster, and senior year with his boyfriend was the only saving grace he had left. If Blaine fought too hard for him, it could ruin his senior year as well. And Kurt wasn’t going to let that happen. Not to Blaine. Not to the boy he was madly in love with.
No, Kurt Hummel-like always-was just going to have to endure.
Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand, and Kurt’s eyes watered involuntarily.
If not for him, then for Blaine…he could do it for Blaine.
~_____~
"Blaine," Kurt breathed, unpinning Blaine from the wall he’d had him up against. "Blaine, we’re going to be late for Glee."
Blaine chuckled and slipped his hand up Kurt’s side. Their lips met once more, and Kurt moaned softly into Blaine’s open mouth.
Blaine’s fingers trailed down to the waistband of Kurt’s designer jeans, and his back arched in response, his hips ready to shake loose of the tight material. But Kurt shook his head the slightest bit and pulled away, "No, Blaine," he said more emphatically, backing up and into a trash bin. "We can’t. We have to prepare for Regionals."
The bell did, in fact, run, signaling that club activities were beginning. Kurt managed to pry his bare chested boyfriend off of him, and pulled on the first shirt he could manage to find as he grappled around the dark closet. It felt off, but he didn’t have time to be picky.
Blaine cleared his throat and put a shirt back on as well. The both listened for a few moments, and once they were sure that no one else occupied the hallway, they tip-toed out of the little hideaway they’d been taking advantage of for weeks. Glee wasn’t more than a few moments away, and they slipped in unnoticed.
"So this week’s assignment was…" Mr. Shue began, just as Blaine and Kurt sat down behind the rest of their fellow members. They’d made it, but they’d cut it close. Kurt was going to have to make sure that they had some way to time their little afterschool rendezvous, or else they were going to wind up as a spectacle. The last thing Kurt needed was Finn telling his father about how ‘close’ him and Blaine had gotten. He didn’t want more pamphlets, and he sure as Hell wasn’t prepared to have another horribly awkward talk with his father.
"I don’t know what you and the walking commercial for ‘What Not to Wear’ were doing before Glee, but unless you care to share the reason for your premarital escapades I suggest you change back into your own shirts." Santana whispered, raising a lone brow. Her perfect ponytail swayed slowly behind her, and Kurt could see Rachel eying Santana from behind, completely oblivious to what was being said. "I sort of owe you one for going all ‘Lima Heights Adjacent’ on that duet you guys sang to me. Consider us even."
Kurt blanched and nudged Blaine, who was utterly oblivious and likely still staring off into space, thinking about whatever Blaine tended to think about at times like these. Kurt had stopped asking a long time ago.
"I’d like to run through the piece one more time," Mr. Shuester had said finally, and Kurt suddenly realized that he’d been speaking the entire time. Mr. Shuester wasn’t exactly riveting, and it was pretty obvious that half the time no one in Glee was even paying the slightest bit of attention.
"No," Blaine said sternly, and like a bomb had gone off everybody was suddenly alert. "No, I’m not going to run through it again, Mr. Shue."
Mr. Shuester, stunned, mouthed a few words before finally managing to speak. "Blaine, what are you talking about?"
"Everyone has said this so many times, but it’s not changing…" Blaine stood, and Kurt reached to stop him, to tell him to stop…because he knew what was going on. Blaine had figured it out…figured out his own way to ‘help’ him. Blaine was putting him first anyway, even though Kurt had told him not to. What was he thinking? Mr. Shue could take him out of the Regionals performance if he took this too far. "You can’t keep giving me, and Rachel, and Finn all the solos…Mr. Shuester, it’s not all about the three of us."
Blaine turned and looked at Kurt-Kurt, who was perfect in every way-Kurt, who was giving Blaine the most loving look, his fingers gripping the ends of Blaine’s mossy green t-shirt, which looked so wonderful on his boyfriend’s body he could have died.
"And if you can’t lead this club the right way…if you won’t give them the spotlight they deserve…" Blaine seemed like a rebel, a fighter, and Kurt couldn’t have been more shocked that he was doing this, undermining the authority, throwing the club into a state of panic…for him. It was actually sort of…sexy.
"Then I’m quitting Glee club. And I suggest the rest of you join me."
~_____~
"I knew it wasn’t going to work."
Kurt said this as he ran his hands down the small of Blaine’s back, nipping the skin beneath his ear. Blaine shivered beneath him, tangled in Kurt’s satin sheets, sweaty and smelling of rough sex. "But I’m glad you stood up for me anyway."
Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt’s, "I’d do anything for you Kurt. You know that. I know I’m not exactly a phenomenal rebel…and people do threaten to leave Glee every other week, anyway." He rested back against the pillow, Kurt falling down beside him and brushing a lock of black hair from Blaine’s eyes. "But I had to try."
"Anarchy is the only slight glimmer of hope," Kurt quoted, giving him a whole-hearted smile. His blue eyes were shining with love and affection for the rebellious boy beside him. He was his little anarchist, all his…only his, and nobody else’s. "We’ll get there, Blaine. We’ve just got to keep trying. We’ve got to fight together."
"It’s going to be tough," Blaine reminded him with a gentle smile. "I’m not even supposed to be here right now. I can’t believe your father was so upset. Finn could’ve kept his mouth shut, but I suppose he’s all ‘protective brother’ now."
"We’ll work it out," Kurt answered reassuringly, and then he smirked. "Now go. Get dressed before Dad gets home. I need to air out my room. It smells like sex and your cologne, and if that doesn’t tip him off we’ve got bigger problems than Glee club." He made a shooing motion, tossing Blaine his own shirt. "You can keep my clothes as a trophy."
Blaine tugged on his tight red pants and threw on Kurt’s white t-shirt. He hesitated, and then gave Kurt a kiss goodbye on the forehead, sauntering out his bedroom door and sending a final wink before he darted down the stairs.
With an ass like that-there was no way Blaine wasn’t going to win.
Kurt just knew it."
Please consider spreading holiday cheer by commenting on and/or reblogging this fanfic! If you rec this fic, please be sure to attribute it to anonymous until the author/artist is revealed on January 3rd, 2011. Don’t forget to check out all of the other amazing works that will be posted throughout December!
Recipient: Hijackyou
Author/Artist: to be revealed January 3rd, 2012
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,520
Summary: Blaine is going to help Kurt get his way...whether Kurt wants him to, or not.
Notes: So, I hope you enjoyed my little blurb to you! I tried to include what you enjoyed, and did my best to give it a decent story without it dragging. Happy Holidays, and good luck with the rest of the year! :))
"Kurt, give me my coffee."
Kurt Hummel smiled, holding his boyfriend’s coffee high above his reach and ignoring the scarf that had slid from his pink cheeks and into the snow; "Only if you take off that ridiculous bow tie; before I take it off for you."
Blaine raised a brow, deftly picking up Kurt’s scarf and slinging it over his own shoulder. "Not much of a threat to me. Anyway, you’re one to talk, Kurt. You’re shoes are suede."
"I’ll have you know they’re designer, Blaine. Not that you’d understand, your wardrobe probably came from a thrift store." Kurt playfully defended his expensive, designer shoes with a caring shine in his eyes. Mr. Shuester, disheveled as always, approached before they could finish their banter.
"Kurt!" He called, jogging up between the two boys. "Kurt, I needed to give you the latest sheet music. I was thinking we have Rachel pull of this number, and the background vocals are pretty simple, so I figured we could have it polished for Regionals in two weeks or so."
Kurt’s mood suddenly darkened, and Blaine glanced up with concern. But Mr. Shuester was oblivious as always, and didn’t know a single thing was off when Kurt snatched the music with annoyance from Mr. Shue’s outstretched fingers. "Sure." He managed, handing Blaine his now chilled coffee dejectedly.
Mr. Shue sent Kurt a small smile, and shuffled off towards the school.
"I don’t want to talk about it," Kurt said tersely when Blaine moved to speak.
Blaine hesitated, but threaded his fingers together with Kurt’s. "Fine, but I’m going to figure out how to help you…" Blaine trailed off and bit his lip. "No matter what it takes, I’m going to make this right for you."
Kurt glanced over at Blaine’s worried expression. A few less cooperative curls had escaped the hold of his heavy gelling, and Kurt’s eyes went ever so slightly wide. Blaine was so handsome, dressed in a loosely fitting, soft fabric with a simple pair of dark jeans.
No one could help him, though. No matter how handsome he may be. Glee club was a disaster, and senior year with his boyfriend was the only saving grace he had left. If Blaine fought too hard for him, it could ruin his senior year as well. And Kurt wasn’t going to let that happen. Not to Blaine. Not to the boy he was madly in love with.
No, Kurt Hummel-like always-was just going to have to endure.
Blaine squeezed Kurt’s hand, and Kurt’s eyes watered involuntarily.
If not for him, then for Blaine…he could do it for Blaine.
~_____~
"Blaine," Kurt breathed, unpinning Blaine from the wall he’d had him up against. "Blaine, we’re going to be late for Glee."
Blaine chuckled and slipped his hand up Kurt’s side. Their lips met once more, and Kurt moaned softly into Blaine’s open mouth.
Blaine’s fingers trailed down to the waistband of Kurt’s designer jeans, and his back arched in response, his hips ready to shake loose of the tight material. But Kurt shook his head the slightest bit and pulled away, "No, Blaine," he said more emphatically, backing up and into a trash bin. "We can’t. We have to prepare for Regionals."
The bell did, in fact, run, signaling that club activities were beginning. Kurt managed to pry his bare chested boyfriend off of him, and pulled on the first shirt he could manage to find as he grappled around the dark closet. It felt off, but he didn’t have time to be picky.
Blaine cleared his throat and put a shirt back on as well. The both listened for a few moments, and once they were sure that no one else occupied the hallway, they tip-toed out of the little hideaway they’d been taking advantage of for weeks. Glee wasn’t more than a few moments away, and they slipped in unnoticed.
"So this week’s assignment was…" Mr. Shue began, just as Blaine and Kurt sat down behind the rest of their fellow members. They’d made it, but they’d cut it close. Kurt was going to have to make sure that they had some way to time their little afterschool rendezvous, or else they were going to wind up as a spectacle. The last thing Kurt needed was Finn telling his father about how ‘close’ him and Blaine had gotten. He didn’t want more pamphlets, and he sure as Hell wasn’t prepared to have another horribly awkward talk with his father.
"I don’t know what you and the walking commercial for ‘What Not to Wear’ were doing before Glee, but unless you care to share the reason for your premarital escapades I suggest you change back into your own shirts." Santana whispered, raising a lone brow. Her perfect ponytail swayed slowly behind her, and Kurt could see Rachel eying Santana from behind, completely oblivious to what was being said. "I sort of owe you one for going all ‘Lima Heights Adjacent’ on that duet you guys sang to me. Consider us even."
Kurt blanched and nudged Blaine, who was utterly oblivious and likely still staring off into space, thinking about whatever Blaine tended to think about at times like these. Kurt had stopped asking a long time ago.
"I’d like to run through the piece one more time," Mr. Shuester had said finally, and Kurt suddenly realized that he’d been speaking the entire time. Mr. Shuester wasn’t exactly riveting, and it was pretty obvious that half the time no one in Glee was even paying the slightest bit of attention.
"No," Blaine said sternly, and like a bomb had gone off everybody was suddenly alert. "No, I’m not going to run through it again, Mr. Shue."
Mr. Shuester, stunned, mouthed a few words before finally managing to speak. "Blaine, what are you talking about?"
"Everyone has said this so many times, but it’s not changing…" Blaine stood, and Kurt reached to stop him, to tell him to stop…because he knew what was going on. Blaine had figured it out…figured out his own way to ‘help’ him. Blaine was putting him first anyway, even though Kurt had told him not to. What was he thinking? Mr. Shue could take him out of the Regionals performance if he took this too far. "You can’t keep giving me, and Rachel, and Finn all the solos…Mr. Shuester, it’s not all about the three of us."
Blaine turned and looked at Kurt-Kurt, who was perfect in every way-Kurt, who was giving Blaine the most loving look, his fingers gripping the ends of Blaine’s mossy green t-shirt, which looked so wonderful on his boyfriend’s body he could have died.
"And if you can’t lead this club the right way…if you won’t give them the spotlight they deserve…" Blaine seemed like a rebel, a fighter, and Kurt couldn’t have been more shocked that he was doing this, undermining the authority, throwing the club into a state of panic…for him. It was actually sort of…sexy.
"Then I’m quitting Glee club. And I suggest the rest of you join me."
~_____~
"I knew it wasn’t going to work."
Kurt said this as he ran his hands down the small of Blaine’s back, nipping the skin beneath his ear. Blaine shivered beneath him, tangled in Kurt’s satin sheets, sweaty and smelling of rough sex. "But I’m glad you stood up for me anyway."
Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt’s, "I’d do anything for you Kurt. You know that. I know I’m not exactly a phenomenal rebel…and people do threaten to leave Glee every other week, anyway." He rested back against the pillow, Kurt falling down beside him and brushing a lock of black hair from Blaine’s eyes. "But I had to try."
"Anarchy is the only slight glimmer of hope," Kurt quoted, giving him a whole-hearted smile. His blue eyes were shining with love and affection for the rebellious boy beside him. He was his little anarchist, all his…only his, and nobody else’s. "We’ll get there, Blaine. We’ve just got to keep trying. We’ve got to fight together."
"It’s going to be tough," Blaine reminded him with a gentle smile. "I’m not even supposed to be here right now. I can’t believe your father was so upset. Finn could’ve kept his mouth shut, but I suppose he’s all ‘protective brother’ now."
"We’ll work it out," Kurt answered reassuringly, and then he smirked. "Now go. Get dressed before Dad gets home. I need to air out my room. It smells like sex and your cologne, and if that doesn’t tip him off we’ve got bigger problems than Glee club." He made a shooing motion, tossing Blaine his own shirt. "You can keep my clothes as a trophy."
Blaine tugged on his tight red pants and threw on Kurt’s white t-shirt. He hesitated, and then gave Kurt a kiss goodbye on the forehead, sauntering out his bedroom door and sending a final wink before he darted down the stairs.
With an ass like that-there was no way Blaine wasn’t going to win.
Kurt just knew it."
Please consider spreading holiday cheer by commenting on and/or reblogging this fanfic! If you rec this fic, please be sure to attribute it to anonymous until the author/artist is revealed on January 3rd, 2011. Don’t forget to check out all of the other amazing works that will be posted throughout December!