Fic: Party Favors
Crazy ridiculous slow-dancing, fix-it drabble to relieve my bitterness about tonight. Enjoy!
“Are you sure?” Blaine keeps looking around at everyone else, desperately seeking out and searching for those who are staring at his hair.
“Blaine.” Kurt says softly. He repeats himself, even quieter. ”Your hair is wonderful.”
Blaine finally looks up and meets Kurt’s gaze. ”You think?”
“Honey, it’s fine. And I for one, am sort of growing to love it like this.” Kurt slides his hand from Blaine’s shoulder and cards his fingers through Blaine’s fluffy curls.
Blaine blushes and looks away again. ”I don’t know, I mean you heard, Brittany, it looks horrible.”
“OK, come on.” Kurt grabs his hand and begins to pull Blaine through the maze of people and out the door. They round a corner and find an empty hallway. Kurt pushes Blaine up against the wall, hands pressed against his chest and bodies flush with one another.
Kurt brings his mouth close to Blaine’s and speaks in a soft murmur, “I love you and your hair.” He closes the gap and presses their lips together, trying to wash away any doubt from Blaine. Kurt swears he can tell it’s almost clear as Blaine starts to push back and swipes his tongue into Kurt’s mouth.
Kurt drags his hands up and runs his hands through Blaine’s hair again. He grabs a handful and gently tugs. A soft gasp escapes Blaine’s lips against Kurt’s mouth.
“Oh, been holding out on me, B?” Kurt almost laughs as Blaine blushes and struggles to find a response. Finally he sputters out, “You do realize that Becky, Rachel and Puck are all here right?”
“Meaning…” Kurt isn’t catching on.
“Meaning we have an empty hotel room and someone may have snatched a few favors from Becky’s party bag.”
Kurt releases his hold on Blaine’s hair, reaches down and grabs his hand again and drags him towards the door.