Endlessly
anonymous prompted: kurt and blaine going for ice-cream
"Blaine... honey. You have a little..."
"Huh?"
Blaine's eyes whipped up from where they had been gazing intently into the ice cream cone in his hand, meeting Kurt's own amused ones. Kurt clamped his lips together, trying not to laugh at how adorable his boyfriend looked with a dollop of cream and chocolate sauce on the tip of his nose.
[[MORE]]It wasn't exactly warm out. Certainly not warm enough to be wandering through central park with cones full of frozen treats in their hands. But it was the first time that the sun had truly shone since Blaine's arrival in New York City and Kurt wanted to show him the wonders of the place, especially as he hadn't had the chance to during Blaine's previous visits. This visit was definitely beyond better than the previous two. There was no tears, no arguments... although the make up sex last time had been truly fantastic.
So, as they both blinked bleary eyed over to the high windows as they first awoke that morning and saw the beams of sunlight gleaming down over the hardwood floors, they excitedly leapt from the soft confines of Kurt's bed to plan their day ahead.
Blaine was more than happy to get a simple cone of whipped ice cream, a stick of chocolate and a crunchy wafer poking out from its depths but Kurt knew of a quaint parlour that he had been dying to try since his arrival. It wasn't the perfect weather, but why wait when Kurt could have the pleasure of watching Blaine's delicate pink tongue attacking a scoop of ice cream?
After both opting for a towering cone of three scoops each (Blaine's with extra sauce and a large helping of sprinkles), Kurt turned towards the metallic chairs outside on the sidewalk, ready to pull his sunglasses down and watch the world pass by. But Blaine, having other ideas, grabbed his boyfriend by the elbow and pulled him in close, guiding them over for a nice gentle stroll through Central Park.
And that was where they found themselves. Blaine with a ice cream covered nose and Kurt with aching sides from the effort of trying not to laugh. This wasn't what Kurt had been expecting when Blaine suggested ice cream. He expected an ache in a far different place as he got to watch Blaine's lips and tongue wrapped around the cone, before pulling them both home prematurely for another round of the mindblowing sex that cut their night on the town short the previous night. But instead, he was granted with the joy of watching his 17 year old boyfriend lapping at his cone like a puppy and making a mess that a 5 year old would be very proud of.
Stopping short, Kurt tugged Blaine around to face him, his confused "Huh?" filling the pit of his stomach with warmth.
"You have ice cream on your nose." he smiled, pulling Blaine even closer yet. Whilst he would have feared this blatant sign of PDA in Ohio... New York was very different. And he was more than proud to show this whole city that him and this gorgeous boy were an item.
"Oh... that explains why it feels so cold." Blaine laughed, his hand moving up to wipe the cold mess away. But before it could reach, Kurt stilled him with fingertips to his wrist, lowering them down to wrap around Blaine's fingers instead.
"Let me," whispered Kurt, breathlessly, as he leaned in with a hand to the base of Blaine head and planted a soft, delicate kiss on the very tip of his nose. It was sweet, not sexual, yet a blush still rose high beneath the olive tint of his boyfriend's cheeks. As he pulled away, he stared deeply into Blaine's shiny eyes, pretend not to notice the tears that were threatening to spill over.
"All gone?" Blaine whispered back, careful not to break the spell that surrounded them both, encasing them in their own little bubble in the middle of busy, bustling New York City.
"All gone," Kurt confirmed with a smile, before wrapping his arms around Blaine's shoulders, pulling his shorter form flush against his body whilst careful to keep their cones away from them. "I love you, Blaine Anderson. I love you so much. You're all mine."
With a smile that Kurt could feel pressed against his neck, Blaine sniffed heavily and replied, "I love you too, Kurt Hummel. And I'm all yours. For always, eternity..."
"And endlessly." they both whispered in unison.
And as the glaring sun melted away the cones that still sat clasped in their hands, they couldn't care less. Because all that mattered was that they were living this moment and that they had each other... endlessly.
"Blaine... honey. You have a little..."
"Huh?"
Blaine's eyes whipped up from where they had been gazing intently into the ice cream cone in his hand, meeting Kurt's own amused ones. Kurt clamped his lips together, trying not to laugh at how adorable his boyfriend looked with a dollop of cream and chocolate sauce on the tip of his nose.
[[MORE]]It wasn't exactly warm out. Certainly not warm enough to be wandering through central park with cones full of frozen treats in their hands. But it was the first time that the sun had truly shone since Blaine's arrival in New York City and Kurt wanted to show him the wonders of the place, especially as he hadn't had the chance to during Blaine's previous visits. This visit was definitely beyond better than the previous two. There was no tears, no arguments... although the make up sex last time had been truly fantastic.
So, as they both blinked bleary eyed over to the high windows as they first awoke that morning and saw the beams of sunlight gleaming down over the hardwood floors, they excitedly leapt from the soft confines of Kurt's bed to plan their day ahead.
Blaine was more than happy to get a simple cone of whipped ice cream, a stick of chocolate and a crunchy wafer poking out from its depths but Kurt knew of a quaint parlour that he had been dying to try since his arrival. It wasn't the perfect weather, but why wait when Kurt could have the pleasure of watching Blaine's delicate pink tongue attacking a scoop of ice cream?
After both opting for a towering cone of three scoops each (Blaine's with extra sauce and a large helping of sprinkles), Kurt turned towards the metallic chairs outside on the sidewalk, ready to pull his sunglasses down and watch the world pass by. But Blaine, having other ideas, grabbed his boyfriend by the elbow and pulled him in close, guiding them over for a nice gentle stroll through Central Park.
And that was where they found themselves. Blaine with a ice cream covered nose and Kurt with aching sides from the effort of trying not to laugh. This wasn't what Kurt had been expecting when Blaine suggested ice cream. He expected an ache in a far different place as he got to watch Blaine's lips and tongue wrapped around the cone, before pulling them both home prematurely for another round of the mindblowing sex that cut their night on the town short the previous night. But instead, he was granted with the joy of watching his 17 year old boyfriend lapping at his cone like a puppy and making a mess that a 5 year old would be very proud of.
Stopping short, Kurt tugged Blaine around to face him, his confused "Huh?" filling the pit of his stomach with warmth.
"You have ice cream on your nose." he smiled, pulling Blaine even closer yet. Whilst he would have feared this blatant sign of PDA in Ohio... New York was very different. And he was more than proud to show this whole city that him and this gorgeous boy were an item.
"Oh... that explains why it feels so cold." Blaine laughed, his hand moving up to wipe the cold mess away. But before it could reach, Kurt stilled him with fingertips to his wrist, lowering them down to wrap around Blaine's fingers instead.
"Let me," whispered Kurt, breathlessly, as he leaned in with a hand to the base of Blaine head and planted a soft, delicate kiss on the very tip of his nose. It was sweet, not sexual, yet a blush still rose high beneath the olive tint of his boyfriend's cheeks. As he pulled away, he stared deeply into Blaine's shiny eyes, pretend not to notice the tears that were threatening to spill over.
"All gone?" Blaine whispered back, careful not to break the spell that surrounded them both, encasing them in their own little bubble in the middle of busy, bustling New York City.
"All gone," Kurt confirmed with a smile, before wrapping his arms around Blaine's shoulders, pulling his shorter form flush against his body whilst careful to keep their cones away from them. "I love you, Blaine Anderson. I love you so much. You're all mine."
With a smile that Kurt could feel pressed against his neck, Blaine sniffed heavily and replied, "I love you too, Kurt Hummel. And I'm all yours. For always, eternity..."
"And endlessly." they both whispered in unison.
And as the glaring sun melted away the cones that still sat clasped in their hands, they couldn't care less. Because all that mattered was that they were living this moment and that they had each other... endlessly.