It's the first week of summer in the northern hemisphere and my part of the world has decided to celebrate this fact with a freak heatwave. Thanks a lot, summer. Way to ease us into it
( Read more... )
[glee] Blaine/Kurt - what a lark, what a plunge - G (2/2)robotsfightingJune 22 2012, 21:13:45 UTC
He heard Kurt snort softly, then felt him lean over and pick up the book Blaine had abandoned, with the flutter of pages as he settled back down. “Mrs. Dalloway?”
“Summer reading.” Blaine blinked one eye open to look up at Kurt, all blue-tinged and washed out by the tint of his sunglasses. “I really like it so far. It’s one of the ones we didn’t read at Dalton.”
“We didn’t read it in my class,” Kurt murmured, flipping through it. “What’s it about?”
“So far I actually have no idea.”
Kurt smirked. “That might be why you fell asleep.”
Blaine laughed. “No - it’s about this day in the life of a bunch of really interesting people. Mostly about Clarissa Dalloway getting ready for a party she’s having and thinking about what her life used to be like when she was our age.” He reached for the book and took it out of Kurt’s hands. “It’s great. The language is beautiful. I’m just really tired.”
Kurt’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do you want me to go? I can let you sleep. Though preferably not outside.”
“No!” Blaine said quickly, putting the book down and sitting up. “No, definitely not. You should stay.” A yawn hit him then, long and deep, and he raised his hand to his mouth. He sighed when it was over. “Although maybe you should lie down with me.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “I’m not sleeping outside in this humidity, with this skin tone, at this time of day.”
“You don’t have to sleep,” Blaine wheedled, reaching out to take Kurt’s wrists in his hands. “You can just lie down. For an hour, promise, and then we can go inside and do whatever you want. Or, actually - while we’re out here, you can read to me. That would totally be killing two birds with one stone.”
“I hate that analogy,” Kurt said archly. But his eyes moved over Blaine’s face (where Blaine knew he was milking the puppy-dog expression for all he was worth), and sighed with a huge, dramatic noise, like his giving in was such a challenge. “Fine,” he said. He shook Blaine’s hands off of him and stole his sunglasses back to slip them over his own eyes. “Lie down, get comfortable.”
Blaine grinned in victory and leaned over to press a loud kiss against Kurt’s mouth, leaving Kurt laughing, before lying down and rolling back onto his stomach. Kurt settled in the same position next to him, knees bent and ankles crossed in the air as he started to flip through the pages of the book. “Where were you before you fell asleep?”
Blaine leaned over to scan the words and turned a few pages before settling in a place that looked reasonably familiar if a little further back, and tapped at the top of a paragraph. “There.”
Kurt nodded, and read silently to himself for a moment. Blaine settled his head back against his arms and let his eyes fall shut again. In the distance, someone was mowing a lawn with the rough noise of a gas motor, and children were splashing and screaming in a pool. Next to him, he could hear Kurt breathing, and feel him shift with brushes of his soft button-down against Blaine’s bare arm, with the scent of fabric softener and sunscreen lingering over him, and Blaine shifted closer to hear and smell and feel it better, his body tucked against Kurt’s as the heat hovered and radiated around them.
Kurt lifted one absent hand to card through the loose hair at the back of Blaine’s neck, and began to read.
“She was wearing pink gauze - was that possible? She seemed, anyhow, all light, glowing, like some bird or air ball that has flown in, attached itself for a moment to a bramble. But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people…”
“Summer reading.” Blaine blinked one eye open to look up at Kurt, all blue-tinged and washed out by the tint of his sunglasses. “I really like it so far. It’s one of the ones we didn’t read at Dalton.”
“We didn’t read it in my class,” Kurt murmured, flipping through it. “What’s it about?”
“So far I actually have no idea.”
Kurt smirked. “That might be why you fell asleep.”
Blaine laughed. “No - it’s about this day in the life of a bunch of really interesting people. Mostly about Clarissa Dalloway getting ready for a party she’s having and thinking about what her life used to be like when she was our age.” He reached for the book and took it out of Kurt’s hands. “It’s great. The language is beautiful. I’m just really tired.”
Kurt’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do you want me to go? I can let you sleep. Though preferably not outside.”
“No!” Blaine said quickly, putting the book down and sitting up. “No, definitely not. You should stay.” A yawn hit him then, long and deep, and he raised his hand to his mouth. He sighed when it was over. “Although maybe you should lie down with me.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “I’m not sleeping outside in this humidity, with this skin tone, at this time of day.”
“You don’t have to sleep,” Blaine wheedled, reaching out to take Kurt’s wrists in his hands. “You can just lie down. For an hour, promise, and then we can go inside and do whatever you want. Or, actually - while we’re out here, you can read to me. That would totally be killing two birds with one stone.”
“I hate that analogy,” Kurt said archly. But his eyes moved over Blaine’s face (where Blaine knew he was milking the puppy-dog expression for all he was worth), and sighed with a huge, dramatic noise, like his giving in was such a challenge. “Fine,” he said. He shook Blaine’s hands off of him and stole his sunglasses back to slip them over his own eyes. “Lie down, get comfortable.”
Blaine grinned in victory and leaned over to press a loud kiss against Kurt’s mouth, leaving Kurt laughing, before lying down and rolling back onto his stomach. Kurt settled in the same position next to him, knees bent and ankles crossed in the air as he started to flip through the pages of the book. “Where were you before you fell asleep?”
Blaine leaned over to scan the words and turned a few pages before settling in a place that looked reasonably familiar if a little further back, and tapped at the top of a paragraph. “There.”
Kurt nodded, and read silently to himself for a moment. Blaine settled his head back against his arms and let his eyes fall shut again. In the distance, someone was mowing a lawn with the rough noise of a gas motor, and children were splashing and screaming in a pool. Next to him, he could hear Kurt breathing, and feel him shift with brushes of his soft button-down against Blaine’s bare arm, with the scent of fabric softener and sunscreen lingering over him, and Blaine shifted closer to hear and smell and feel it better, his body tucked against Kurt’s as the heat hovered and radiated around them.
Kurt lifted one absent hand to card through the loose hair at the back of Blaine’s neck, and began to read.
“She was wearing pink gauze - was that possible? She seemed, anyhow, all light, glowing, like some bird or air ball that has flown in, attached itself for a moment to a bramble. But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people…”
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment