Glee Fic: Who Doesn't Think Kurt is Cute
Title: Who Doesn't Think Kurt is Cute
Summary: Prompted to me on Tumblr: the first time Kurt gets hit on post transformation.
Rating: PG
Words: 1,952
A/N: I do accept prompts in the Animal Verse alright. Send them my way.
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Columbus is roughly two hours from Lima geographically. Culturally it was world's away. Columbus was the one of the most accepting cities in the United States in regards to homosexuality and animal diversity. It was bittersweet, to know that a place so accepting and welcoming was so close but so, so far away. Kurt often wondered how much easier his life would have been if his dad had just stayed in Columbus after college. He tried not to dwell on it though. It wouldn't do him any good.
Blaine had never been. His parents had taken him all over the United States and the Philippines during school breaks but he'd only ever passed through Columbus. It came up in passing while Kurt was talking about a little boutique there and things kind of spiraled out of control. A little passing comment turned into a very detailed road trip and express permission to spend the weekend at a hotel. Finn would be coming along of course as chaperone but he planned on sneaking Puck in too and Kurt knew they'd get privacy. In all honesty Blaine had been looking forward to it, even if he was a little blindsided by the swiftness of it all. They weren't going to be in town for any LGTBQ activities but Kurt assured him that they would stop by a gay friendly diner and engage in a little light PDA.
With that promise firmly in mind, Blaine tried to make the best of his cramped position in the car. Kurt had given him the front seat but Finn had taken the seat behind him. So his chair was pushed very close to the dash. Even with his shorter than average legs it wasn't the most comfortable position. And Puck kept trying to catch his eye in the mirror with lewd gestures and wagging eyebrows. Blaine kept his eyes away from the mirror and sang along to the radio, prompting Kurt into a few flirty duets along the way.
After a rousing rendition of Thrift Shop where Kurt insisted on drawing out Motha instead of actually cursing, they pulled into the hotel parking lot. It was nothing special but the rooms were only sixty-five dollars a night and there were two full beds. Puck and Finn were going to have to fight it out on whether or not they shared. The room was alright, a little cold, but otherwise fine. Puck made it clear that he planned on staying out late and for most of the afternoon. As he left he drug a reluctant Finn with him and finally Kurt and Blaine were alone.
Kurt clasped his hands together and rolled his shoulders. With a smile he crowded into Blaine's space. “Sooooo, anything in particular you'd like to do?” Blaine smiled and clasped Kurt's hands in his own.
“Maybe we could just...walk around.”
“Walk around?”
Blaine looked down and nodded. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as Kurt made a noise of recognition. Columbus was a good a place as any to take a stroll hand in hand. When Kurt tugged Blaine towards the door his tail wiggled in excitement and his ears stood up straight.
It was amazing. All around them there were people passing by not giving them a second look. Blaine basked in the feeling and tugged Kurt along with him down every street that looked vaguely interesting. They stopped into a thrift shop and made a few purchases. A mustard yellow scarf for Blaine and a handful of broaches wrapped in tissue paper for Kurt. Just past noon they passed by a family of lemmings, all holding slurpies. The rarity of finding a whole family of the exact same animal had them staring open mouthed. Once the family turned a corner Kurt started gushing and cooing over how cute the whole thing was. It carried them to the diner Kurt had mentioned before and Blaine pulled him inside.
Inside it was busy. The whole diner was filled to the brim with people of all different traits and ages. A teenager girl with sandy blond hair and pudgy cheeks guides them to their seats. She's a chipmunk with bulky front teeth, just like Blaine's, and the shells of her ears are covered in a fine fur. They order their drinks then settle in to pick their lunches. Blaine already knows he's going to get the large spinach and mozzarella salad. He looks across the table to see Kurt blushing lightly while tracing his fingers up and down the menu. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You should get the special. It sounds delicious.”
“You think so?”
“Mmmm, I might have to steal a few bites.” Blaine smiled and brushed his fingers over the back of Kurt's hand as he headed to the restroom. There was a bit of a line but it was busy enough that Blaine was sure he'd get back before the waitress.
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The special for the day was a grilled turkey and gouda sandwich with a side of potato soup. It sounded delicious, and very heavy. Fattening. Kurt folded up his menu delicately and let his eyes wander of the people around him. He couldn't see anyone making pig faces at him but that didn't mean someone wasn't thinking something nasty. He lingered on an elderly couple, a squirrel and pigeon, who were both enjoying the day's special. It looked delicious. Kurt took a sip of his diet coke then looked towards the bathrooms. He couldn't see Blaine. But before he turned around, someone else caught his eye.
He was Asian, well Kurt supposed it was a he, his shirt was draped loosely. His hair was shaved at the sides and there was a great swoop of dark hair on his crown like a pompadour that lost a battle with the wind. His most discerning feature though, was the blue and silver scales that trailed delicately across his cheeks and down his neck. A fish. The boy, man most likely, next to him was a fish. Kurt had never seen one before. They were very rare and tended to have severe medical problems. A few even died shortly after their transformations because they lost the ability to use their lungs. But this man looked like the picture of health, in a hipster too cool for Ohio kind of way. He looked like he belonged on the streets of New York.
Kurt sputtered and blushed when he saw that he'd been caught. “Sorry.” Kurt meant to turn back to his table but the fish boy laughed, light and soft, and waved his hand around.
“That's alright. I get a lot of looks. I'm Jiro.”
“Kurt.” Kurt curls his hand around the top edge of his chair and rests his chin on it. “I didn't mean to stare. I...well, I know it can't be very pleasant.”
“Beating them away with a stick then? Doesn't surprise me.” Jiro smirks while he says it and it takes Kurt a moment catch his meaning. When he does he sits up straight and blushes.
“Oh, oh, no. No. I'm...I'm not from here. Well I'm from here but not Columbus.” Kurt's explanation putters out. He's not entirely sure what to say. Besides Blaine, no one made a habit of complimenting his looks. When Jiro raises a brow Kurt feels compelled to continue. “You should have seen me before my transformation. I looked-“
“Beauty like yours is persistent. You must have been attractive before, but now...stunning. Pink suits you. It brings out your eyes.” Jiro went on to, quite unabashedly, compliment all of Kurt's features in turn. Moving from his traits, to his clothes, even to the decal on his phone. It was all a bit overwhelming. He'd never known what it felt like to be one pursued. Because Karofsky in no way counted. He was so thrown for a loop it didn't cross his mind to feel guilty. Nothing was going to come of this. Jiro was obviously in college and besides that Kurt was very happy with Blaine. Deliriously so. He saw no harm in receiving a few compliments.
Which is why the burning jolt of shame that coursed through him when he saw Blaine came as such a surprise. Newly free of the bathroom, his boyfriend weaved in and out of hectic dinners and stopped next to his chair. Kurt laughed, breathless and stained, smiling too wide. “Jiro, this is Blaine. Blaine, Jiro.” Blaine smiled and stuck his hand out to shake but Jiro kept his arms folded against the table. It made the knot of shame twist in Kurt's belly. Obviously Jiro had expected something to come from their little chat. He hadn't been flirting back had he? No, he didn't think so. He just hadn't discouraged Jiro from continuing, that's all.
Within a few seconds Blaine withdrew his hand and gave Jiro a weak smile. Then he turned, running his hand across Kurt's shoulder as he made his way back to his seat. Kurt didn't bother waving goodbye to Jiro, unwilling to instigate things farther. Blaine didn't seem to notice Kurt's inner turmoil, or the way Jiro had been flirting. Not wanting Blaine to suddenly see the light, Kurt reached out and grasped Blaine's hand in his own. The small smile, complete with the barest hints of buck teeth, made relaxed Kurt's whole body. “I love you.”
Blaine blushed and wiggled his ears. He looked quickly from side to side, still a little wary of homophobes, then leaned forward and pulled Kurt's hand to his face. He pressed a quick kiss there and squeezed. “I love you too.” Before he could say anything else their waitress came back, looking a little worse for wear, but still with a smile on her face. “I'll have the Spinach and Mozzarella salad. Can I get the dressing on the side?”
“Of course. And for you sir?” While the waitress waits Kurt looks over at Blaine. He takes in Blaine's sweet face and wide happy eyes.
“I'll have the special.”
“Allllright. That'll be a little wait though, sorry. We're swamped today.” She scampers away before they can properly reply but they don't take any offense to it. The diner is swamped. They start to talk again, about little things. They even plan on going back to one of the shops they visited earlier before heading back to the hotel. By the time their food arrives they've covertly made plans to make use of the empty room and Puck's stash of special condoms.
“Can I have a bite?” Kurt pauses with his sandwich almost at his mouth. Normally sharing food is a big no no, but Blaine is twisting up his nose and showing off his teeth. Kurt smiles and offers up the corner of his sandwich for Blaine to take a bite. And he does, a big, Finn sized bite that makes Kurt scowl and tug his sandwich back. “Mmmmm. Protect your sandwich with your life. Or I'll come back for more.” Blaine reaches out with a smile, making grabby hands at Kurt's plate. It sends Kurt in a fit of laughter that ends with him shoving the last big piece of his sandwich into his mouth. The food makes his cheeks bulge out in a way that would normally embarrass him but Blaine is still smiling at him. Then he's leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Kurt's stuffed cheek.
When Kurt swallows he leans back in his seat and smiles serenely. For a moment Jiro had made him feel sexy. But Blaine makes him feel special, always.
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Sorry for the long wait. I had to move and piggy!Kurt got lost in the scuffle. But I hope to have more frequent updates again soon.
Summary: Prompted to me on Tumblr: the first time Kurt gets hit on post transformation.
Rating: PG
Words: 1,952
A/N: I do accept prompts in the Animal Verse alright. Send them my way.
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Columbus is roughly two hours from Lima geographically. Culturally it was world's away. Columbus was the one of the most accepting cities in the United States in regards to homosexuality and animal diversity. It was bittersweet, to know that a place so accepting and welcoming was so close but so, so far away. Kurt often wondered how much easier his life would have been if his dad had just stayed in Columbus after college. He tried not to dwell on it though. It wouldn't do him any good.
Blaine had never been. His parents had taken him all over the United States and the Philippines during school breaks but he'd only ever passed through Columbus. It came up in passing while Kurt was talking about a little boutique there and things kind of spiraled out of control. A little passing comment turned into a very detailed road trip and express permission to spend the weekend at a hotel. Finn would be coming along of course as chaperone but he planned on sneaking Puck in too and Kurt knew they'd get privacy. In all honesty Blaine had been looking forward to it, even if he was a little blindsided by the swiftness of it all. They weren't going to be in town for any LGTBQ activities but Kurt assured him that they would stop by a gay friendly diner and engage in a little light PDA.
With that promise firmly in mind, Blaine tried to make the best of his cramped position in the car. Kurt had given him the front seat but Finn had taken the seat behind him. So his chair was pushed very close to the dash. Even with his shorter than average legs it wasn't the most comfortable position. And Puck kept trying to catch his eye in the mirror with lewd gestures and wagging eyebrows. Blaine kept his eyes away from the mirror and sang along to the radio, prompting Kurt into a few flirty duets along the way.
After a rousing rendition of Thrift Shop where Kurt insisted on drawing out Motha instead of actually cursing, they pulled into the hotel parking lot. It was nothing special but the rooms were only sixty-five dollars a night and there were two full beds. Puck and Finn were going to have to fight it out on whether or not they shared. The room was alright, a little cold, but otherwise fine. Puck made it clear that he planned on staying out late and for most of the afternoon. As he left he drug a reluctant Finn with him and finally Kurt and Blaine were alone.
Kurt clasped his hands together and rolled his shoulders. With a smile he crowded into Blaine's space. “Sooooo, anything in particular you'd like to do?” Blaine smiled and clasped Kurt's hands in his own.
“Maybe we could just...walk around.”
“Walk around?”
Blaine looked down and nodded. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as Kurt made a noise of recognition. Columbus was a good a place as any to take a stroll hand in hand. When Kurt tugged Blaine towards the door his tail wiggled in excitement and his ears stood up straight.
It was amazing. All around them there were people passing by not giving them a second look. Blaine basked in the feeling and tugged Kurt along with him down every street that looked vaguely interesting. They stopped into a thrift shop and made a few purchases. A mustard yellow scarf for Blaine and a handful of broaches wrapped in tissue paper for Kurt. Just past noon they passed by a family of lemmings, all holding slurpies. The rarity of finding a whole family of the exact same animal had them staring open mouthed. Once the family turned a corner Kurt started gushing and cooing over how cute the whole thing was. It carried them to the diner Kurt had mentioned before and Blaine pulled him inside.
Inside it was busy. The whole diner was filled to the brim with people of all different traits and ages. A teenager girl with sandy blond hair and pudgy cheeks guides them to their seats. She's a chipmunk with bulky front teeth, just like Blaine's, and the shells of her ears are covered in a fine fur. They order their drinks then settle in to pick their lunches. Blaine already knows he's going to get the large spinach and mozzarella salad. He looks across the table to see Kurt blushing lightly while tracing his fingers up and down the menu. “I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You should get the special. It sounds delicious.”
“You think so?”
“Mmmm, I might have to steal a few bites.” Blaine smiled and brushed his fingers over the back of Kurt's hand as he headed to the restroom. There was a bit of a line but it was busy enough that Blaine was sure he'd get back before the waitress.
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The special for the day was a grilled turkey and gouda sandwich with a side of potato soup. It sounded delicious, and very heavy. Fattening. Kurt folded up his menu delicately and let his eyes wander of the people around him. He couldn't see anyone making pig faces at him but that didn't mean someone wasn't thinking something nasty. He lingered on an elderly couple, a squirrel and pigeon, who were both enjoying the day's special. It looked delicious. Kurt took a sip of his diet coke then looked towards the bathrooms. He couldn't see Blaine. But before he turned around, someone else caught his eye.
He was Asian, well Kurt supposed it was a he, his shirt was draped loosely. His hair was shaved at the sides and there was a great swoop of dark hair on his crown like a pompadour that lost a battle with the wind. His most discerning feature though, was the blue and silver scales that trailed delicately across his cheeks and down his neck. A fish. The boy, man most likely, next to him was a fish. Kurt had never seen one before. They were very rare and tended to have severe medical problems. A few even died shortly after their transformations because they lost the ability to use their lungs. But this man looked like the picture of health, in a hipster too cool for Ohio kind of way. He looked like he belonged on the streets of New York.
Kurt sputtered and blushed when he saw that he'd been caught. “Sorry.” Kurt meant to turn back to his table but the fish boy laughed, light and soft, and waved his hand around.
“That's alright. I get a lot of looks. I'm Jiro.”
“Kurt.” Kurt curls his hand around the top edge of his chair and rests his chin on it. “I didn't mean to stare. I...well, I know it can't be very pleasant.”
“Beating them away with a stick then? Doesn't surprise me.” Jiro smirks while he says it and it takes Kurt a moment catch his meaning. When he does he sits up straight and blushes.
“Oh, oh, no. No. I'm...I'm not from here. Well I'm from here but not Columbus.” Kurt's explanation putters out. He's not entirely sure what to say. Besides Blaine, no one made a habit of complimenting his looks. When Jiro raises a brow Kurt feels compelled to continue. “You should have seen me before my transformation. I looked-“
“Beauty like yours is persistent. You must have been attractive before, but now...stunning. Pink suits you. It brings out your eyes.” Jiro went on to, quite unabashedly, compliment all of Kurt's features in turn. Moving from his traits, to his clothes, even to the decal on his phone. It was all a bit overwhelming. He'd never known what it felt like to be one pursued. Because Karofsky in no way counted. He was so thrown for a loop it didn't cross his mind to feel guilty. Nothing was going to come of this. Jiro was obviously in college and besides that Kurt was very happy with Blaine. Deliriously so. He saw no harm in receiving a few compliments.
Which is why the burning jolt of shame that coursed through him when he saw Blaine came as such a surprise. Newly free of the bathroom, his boyfriend weaved in and out of hectic dinners and stopped next to his chair. Kurt laughed, breathless and stained, smiling too wide. “Jiro, this is Blaine. Blaine, Jiro.” Blaine smiled and stuck his hand out to shake but Jiro kept his arms folded against the table. It made the knot of shame twist in Kurt's belly. Obviously Jiro had expected something to come from their little chat. He hadn't been flirting back had he? No, he didn't think so. He just hadn't discouraged Jiro from continuing, that's all.
Within a few seconds Blaine withdrew his hand and gave Jiro a weak smile. Then he turned, running his hand across Kurt's shoulder as he made his way back to his seat. Kurt didn't bother waving goodbye to Jiro, unwilling to instigate things farther. Blaine didn't seem to notice Kurt's inner turmoil, or the way Jiro had been flirting. Not wanting Blaine to suddenly see the light, Kurt reached out and grasped Blaine's hand in his own. The small smile, complete with the barest hints of buck teeth, made relaxed Kurt's whole body. “I love you.”
Blaine blushed and wiggled his ears. He looked quickly from side to side, still a little wary of homophobes, then leaned forward and pulled Kurt's hand to his face. He pressed a quick kiss there and squeezed. “I love you too.” Before he could say anything else their waitress came back, looking a little worse for wear, but still with a smile on her face. “I'll have the Spinach and Mozzarella salad. Can I get the dressing on the side?”
“Of course. And for you sir?” While the waitress waits Kurt looks over at Blaine. He takes in Blaine's sweet face and wide happy eyes.
“I'll have the special.”
“Allllright. That'll be a little wait though, sorry. We're swamped today.” She scampers away before they can properly reply but they don't take any offense to it. The diner is swamped. They start to talk again, about little things. They even plan on going back to one of the shops they visited earlier before heading back to the hotel. By the time their food arrives they've covertly made plans to make use of the empty room and Puck's stash of special condoms.
“Can I have a bite?” Kurt pauses with his sandwich almost at his mouth. Normally sharing food is a big no no, but Blaine is twisting up his nose and showing off his teeth. Kurt smiles and offers up the corner of his sandwich for Blaine to take a bite. And he does, a big, Finn sized bite that makes Kurt scowl and tug his sandwich back. “Mmmmm. Protect your sandwich with your life. Or I'll come back for more.” Blaine reaches out with a smile, making grabby hands at Kurt's plate. It sends Kurt in a fit of laughter that ends with him shoving the last big piece of his sandwich into his mouth. The food makes his cheeks bulge out in a way that would normally embarrass him but Blaine is still smiling at him. Then he's leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Kurt's stuffed cheek.
When Kurt swallows he leans back in his seat and smiles serenely. For a moment Jiro had made him feel sexy. But Blaine makes him feel special, always.
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Sorry for the long wait. I had to move and piggy!Kurt got lost in the scuffle. But I hope to have more frequent updates again soon.