[fic] the sight of you
Fandom: Glee
Title: the sight of you
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Clothing spoilers for Struck by Lightning.
Pairings: Klaine
Word Count: ~1700
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and co. Title is taken from Maroon 5’s Shiver.
A/N: Inspired by those pics.
Summary: “Trust me,” Blaine said, punctuating his words with nibbles to Kurt’s neck and shoulder, “gross is the last thing you are right now.”
With graduation fast approaching and the Warblers as one of the main acts of the night, Wes had completely flipped and ordered the team into a frenzied practice schedule. As a council member, it would reflect poorly on Wes if the choir group performed badly, and the senior was determined to go out with a bang.
Most of the group hated Saturday practice, and Blaine usually agreed, because it was time he could be spending with Kurt instead. But his boyfriend was busy anyway, helping his dad and brother with a project at the new house.
(“Dad’s gone insane.”
“What? Why?”
“He wants us and Finn to bond this weekend. By building a garage.”
“. . .But you guys already own a garage.”
“Not a-“ Kurt waved, giving him a “you’re so stupid but I love you anyway” look. “Like, a shed. For the lawnmower and stuff. We don’t have one at the new house.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. He said you’re welcome to come too; I don’t think this is about bonding so much as it is free labor.”)
Blaine hadn’t been exactly disappointed to decline. He would love to spend time with Kurt, and even Finn and Mr. Hummel weren’t so bad, although the thought of spending time around his boyfriend’s dad and power tools was more than a little frightening. But it was hot outside, and the only experience Blaine had with manual labor was from the summer that the Car had been built with his dad.
He already had enough of building things in the name of bonding, thank you.
He still felt bad for blowing Kurt off, though, so he sent him a how’s it going? ;) text when Wes finally let them break for lunch.
Kurt responded a few minutes later. Finn smashed his thumb with a hammer five minutes in. It’s just me and Dad now. How’s Fuhrer Montgomery?
insane, as always.
I bet. Hey, do you want to come for dinner? We should be done by the time you get here; Carole’s making pot roast.
Carole made killer pot roast. And Kurt would be there. And pot roast.
yes!!!!!
Great, I’ll see you later then. Dad’s glaring at me to get back to work.
Blaine mused, as he spotted Wes bearing down on him with a maniacal gleam in his eye, that if Wes and Mr. Hummel ever met, they could take over the world through sheer intimidation. It was a scary thought.
k. i’ve got to go too. w is scaring me. <3 you.
Love you too.
~
It was around seven by the time he got to the Hudmel residence. The sun was low in the sky, and as he entered the house he spotted Burt, who had obviously just come in and was covered in dirt. He nodded to Blaine as he headed up towards the stairs. “Hey kid, come on in. Kurt’s still outside; he let me have the first shower.”
Blaine raised an eyebrow. Kurt was many, many wonderful things, but selfless in the face of hygiene was not one of them. “Really?”
Burt shrugged, looking a little abashed. “We didn’t quite finish, but I got a little out of breath at the end. I think he thought if he went first, I’d stay out there to try to finish and drop dead.”
“Probably because you would have,” said Carole, sweeping out of the kitchen. She pecked Blaine on the cheek after he gave her the flowers he had brought, then shoved Burt towards the stairs. “Go take a shower; you stink.” He tried to hug her but she ducked, giving him a light push again. “Go,” she reiterated, the sternness in her voice not quite masking the fondness.
Burt grumbled but complied. Blaine and Carole made small talk for a moment, and he offered to help her with dinner before she shooed him to the backyard where Kurt was. He passed Finn along the way, snoring on the couch with an icepack on his left hand.
The first thing he saw was the newly completed shed, but he couldn’t really judge its quality because the next thing he saw was Kurt, folding a ladder and putting it inside said shed.
And Kurt looked. Well.
Blaine was beginning to be very, very sorry he had missed this day.
Kurt was wearing an old pair of loose fitting jeans and a beaten up baby blue tee-shirt. His hair was standing up as if he had been carding it all day, and there were flecks of dirt all over his body. He was also drenched in sweat.
Let’s get one thing clear: Blaine thought his boyfriend was beautiful all the time; he had thought Kurt was attractive even before he realized he liked Kurt that way. Kurt had a killer fashion sense, and was so consistently poised that Blaine felt like a caveman standing next to him most of the time. But there was something about loose and dirty Kurt that was so . . .
Blaine had to sit down on one of the patio chairs before he fell over.
Kurt, wiping a towel across his forehead, finally looked up and saw Blaine. “Oh! Hi!” he grinned, plunking down on one the chair beside Blaine. “I’ll kiss you as soon as I get cleaned up, I reek right now.”
Blaine nodded faintly, offering him the sparkling soda Carole had sent.
Bad idea, he thought, as Kurt’s lips wrapped around the bottle and his throat worked to swallow.
“So, how was practice?”
“Um, good?” There was a bead of sweat running into the collar of Kurt’s tee-shirt. “How was building the thing?”
Kurt gave him a funny look. “Honey, are you okay?”
“Yes?” The sweat drop had disappeared, but there was one above Kurt’s ear. . .
Kurt rolled his eyes, deciding not to ask. “’Building the thing’ was good, although Dad worked himself way too hard. I could kill Finn for-hang on one second.”
Kurt stood up and pulled off his outer shirt, leaving him only in a dirty white tank top.
Blaine’s brain stopped working completely.
“Oh,” said Kurt. He was blushing, and had crossed his arms over his chest. “Look at me, I look awful. These things” he gestured to his sculpted, toned biceps and why had Blaine never noticed how buff his arms were before? “should probably never see the light of day, but I was so hot-”
Blaine stood up abruptly, dizzy by how much blood that was not in his brain right now. “Kurt, you look. . .um. . .”
Kurt was wearing the my boyfriend is insane look. “Blaine?”
He managed to stagger over to Kurt, and he pressed himself against the taller boy, wrapping his arms around him and bringing them flush together. Kurt gave a startled squeak as Blaine burrowed his nose into Kurt’s collarbone, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt and boy.
“Blaine?” Kurt asked again, voice high. “I know I’m pretty gross right now, you don’t have to-“ Kurt was cut off as Blaine kissed him hard. Kurt froze, startled, but eventually relaxed, licking his way into Blaine’s mouth.
After a few minutes, they were forced to come up for air. “Trust me,” Blaine said, punctuating his words with nibbles to Kurt’s neck and shoulder, “gross is the last thing you are right now.”
Kurt huffed. “You are so weird.” He let out a breathy sigh as Blaine continued his assault on his shoulder. “I should go inside . . .take a shower . . .I’m going to kill if you leave a hickey.” But the way he arched into Blaine’s mouth said otherwise.
“Mmm. . .if you go take a shower, can I come with you? I’m very good at cleaning things,” he muttered, not one hundred percent sure what he was even saying. All he could focus on was dirty sexy Kurt naked and wet in the shower and, well, there went any progress he made on calming down the lower half of his body.
Kurt chuckled. “So weird,” he repeated. “But my parents are home, and we’re currently standing in my very open, very visible backyard.” He pulled away, and Blaine whimpered at the loss of contact. “We should go inside.”
“Um, give me a minute?” He needed a second to cool off before he had a conversation with Kurt’s dad.
And, well, there was a boner killer if he had heard one, even with his super hot and sweaty boyfriend standing in front of him.
Kurt rolled his eyes and squeezed his hand. “Come on, I’m getting eaten up by mosquitoes.” A pause. “I think Dad was talking about laying a new deck next weekend, if you’re not too busy. . .”
Blaine gulped. He had Warblers’ practice again, but . . .
Kurt, already almost to the house, paused to remove his tank top too. He was shirtless, the muscles in his back rippling. The barest hint of his briefs were visible.
Screw the Warblers, Blaine thought as he ran after his boyfriend.
It was funny, but somehow he thought this wasn’t the result his dad had in mind when he had encouraged Blaine to take on more hands on projects.
Title: the sight of you
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: Clothing spoilers for Struck by Lightning.
Pairings: Klaine
Word Count: ~1700
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and co. Title is taken from Maroon 5’s Shiver.
A/N: Inspired by those pics.
Summary: “Trust me,” Blaine said, punctuating his words with nibbles to Kurt’s neck and shoulder, “gross is the last thing you are right now.”
With graduation fast approaching and the Warblers as one of the main acts of the night, Wes had completely flipped and ordered the team into a frenzied practice schedule. As a council member, it would reflect poorly on Wes if the choir group performed badly, and the senior was determined to go out with a bang.
Most of the group hated Saturday practice, and Blaine usually agreed, because it was time he could be spending with Kurt instead. But his boyfriend was busy anyway, helping his dad and brother with a project at the new house.
(“Dad’s gone insane.”
“What? Why?”
“He wants us and Finn to bond this weekend. By building a garage.”
“. . .But you guys already own a garage.”
“Not a-“ Kurt waved, giving him a “you’re so stupid but I love you anyway” look. “Like, a shed. For the lawnmower and stuff. We don’t have one at the new house.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. He said you’re welcome to come too; I don’t think this is about bonding so much as it is free labor.”)
Blaine hadn’t been exactly disappointed to decline. He would love to spend time with Kurt, and even Finn and Mr. Hummel weren’t so bad, although the thought of spending time around his boyfriend’s dad and power tools was more than a little frightening. But it was hot outside, and the only experience Blaine had with manual labor was from the summer that the Car had been built with his dad.
He already had enough of building things in the name of bonding, thank you.
He still felt bad for blowing Kurt off, though, so he sent him a how’s it going? ;) text when Wes finally let them break for lunch.
Kurt responded a few minutes later. Finn smashed his thumb with a hammer five minutes in. It’s just me and Dad now. How’s Fuhrer Montgomery?
insane, as always.
I bet. Hey, do you want to come for dinner? We should be done by the time you get here; Carole’s making pot roast.
Carole made killer pot roast. And Kurt would be there. And pot roast.
yes!!!!!
Great, I’ll see you later then. Dad’s glaring at me to get back to work.
Blaine mused, as he spotted Wes bearing down on him with a maniacal gleam in his eye, that if Wes and Mr. Hummel ever met, they could take over the world through sheer intimidation. It was a scary thought.
k. i’ve got to go too. w is scaring me. <3 you.
Love you too.
~
It was around seven by the time he got to the Hudmel residence. The sun was low in the sky, and as he entered the house he spotted Burt, who had obviously just come in and was covered in dirt. He nodded to Blaine as he headed up towards the stairs. “Hey kid, come on in. Kurt’s still outside; he let me have the first shower.”
Blaine raised an eyebrow. Kurt was many, many wonderful things, but selfless in the face of hygiene was not one of them. “Really?”
Burt shrugged, looking a little abashed. “We didn’t quite finish, but I got a little out of breath at the end. I think he thought if he went first, I’d stay out there to try to finish and drop dead.”
“Probably because you would have,” said Carole, sweeping out of the kitchen. She pecked Blaine on the cheek after he gave her the flowers he had brought, then shoved Burt towards the stairs. “Go take a shower; you stink.” He tried to hug her but she ducked, giving him a light push again. “Go,” she reiterated, the sternness in her voice not quite masking the fondness.
Burt grumbled but complied. Blaine and Carole made small talk for a moment, and he offered to help her with dinner before she shooed him to the backyard where Kurt was. He passed Finn along the way, snoring on the couch with an icepack on his left hand.
The first thing he saw was the newly completed shed, but he couldn’t really judge its quality because the next thing he saw was Kurt, folding a ladder and putting it inside said shed.
And Kurt looked. Well.
Blaine was beginning to be very, very sorry he had missed this day.
Kurt was wearing an old pair of loose fitting jeans and a beaten up baby blue tee-shirt. His hair was standing up as if he had been carding it all day, and there were flecks of dirt all over his body. He was also drenched in sweat.
Let’s get one thing clear: Blaine thought his boyfriend was beautiful all the time; he had thought Kurt was attractive even before he realized he liked Kurt that way. Kurt had a killer fashion sense, and was so consistently poised that Blaine felt like a caveman standing next to him most of the time. But there was something about loose and dirty Kurt that was so . . .
Blaine had to sit down on one of the patio chairs before he fell over.
Kurt, wiping a towel across his forehead, finally looked up and saw Blaine. “Oh! Hi!” he grinned, plunking down on one the chair beside Blaine. “I’ll kiss you as soon as I get cleaned up, I reek right now.”
Blaine nodded faintly, offering him the sparkling soda Carole had sent.
Bad idea, he thought, as Kurt’s lips wrapped around the bottle and his throat worked to swallow.
“So, how was practice?”
“Um, good?” There was a bead of sweat running into the collar of Kurt’s tee-shirt. “How was building the thing?”
Kurt gave him a funny look. “Honey, are you okay?”
“Yes?” The sweat drop had disappeared, but there was one above Kurt’s ear. . .
Kurt rolled his eyes, deciding not to ask. “’Building the thing’ was good, although Dad worked himself way too hard. I could kill Finn for-hang on one second.”
Kurt stood up and pulled off his outer shirt, leaving him only in a dirty white tank top.
Blaine’s brain stopped working completely.
“Oh,” said Kurt. He was blushing, and had crossed his arms over his chest. “Look at me, I look awful. These things” he gestured to his sculpted, toned biceps and why had Blaine never noticed how buff his arms were before? “should probably never see the light of day, but I was so hot-”
Blaine stood up abruptly, dizzy by how much blood that was not in his brain right now. “Kurt, you look. . .um. . .”
Kurt was wearing the my boyfriend is insane look. “Blaine?”
He managed to stagger over to Kurt, and he pressed himself against the taller boy, wrapping his arms around him and bringing them flush together. Kurt gave a startled squeak as Blaine burrowed his nose into Kurt’s collarbone, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt and boy.
“Blaine?” Kurt asked again, voice high. “I know I’m pretty gross right now, you don’t have to-“ Kurt was cut off as Blaine kissed him hard. Kurt froze, startled, but eventually relaxed, licking his way into Blaine’s mouth.
After a few minutes, they were forced to come up for air. “Trust me,” Blaine said, punctuating his words with nibbles to Kurt’s neck and shoulder, “gross is the last thing you are right now.”
Kurt huffed. “You are so weird.” He let out a breathy sigh as Blaine continued his assault on his shoulder. “I should go inside . . .take a shower . . .I’m going to kill if you leave a hickey.” But the way he arched into Blaine’s mouth said otherwise.
“Mmm. . .if you go take a shower, can I come with you? I’m very good at cleaning things,” he muttered, not one hundred percent sure what he was even saying. All he could focus on was dirty sexy Kurt naked and wet in the shower and, well, there went any progress he made on calming down the lower half of his body.
Kurt chuckled. “So weird,” he repeated. “But my parents are home, and we’re currently standing in my very open, very visible backyard.” He pulled away, and Blaine whimpered at the loss of contact. “We should go inside.”
“Um, give me a minute?” He needed a second to cool off before he had a conversation with Kurt’s dad.
And, well, there was a boner killer if he had heard one, even with his super hot and sweaty boyfriend standing in front of him.
Kurt rolled his eyes and squeezed his hand. “Come on, I’m getting eaten up by mosquitoes.” A pause. “I think Dad was talking about laying a new deck next weekend, if you’re not too busy. . .”
Blaine gulped. He had Warblers’ practice again, but . . .
Kurt, already almost to the house, paused to remove his tank top too. He was shirtless, the muscles in his back rippling. The barest hint of his briefs were visible.
Screw the Warblers, Blaine thought as he ran after his boyfriend.
It was funny, but somehow he thought this wasn’t the result his dad had in mind when he had encouraged Blaine to take on more hands on projects.