Leftovers, KurtxBlaine, PG
Title: Leftovers
Author: sailorraspberry
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 472
Summary: Kurt and Blaine unwinding after a busy Easter day.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future!fic, set in the Sweet Little Thing 'verse.
Author Notes: A fluffy, slightly belated daddy!Klaine Easter fic. Un-beta'd. All mistakes are mine.
"Oh, thank god." Blaine flopped back against the end of the bed, spreading out as best he could with his feet still touching the floor. “Hectic day.”
Kurt hummed his agreement as he toed the door shut and tugged off his shirt. “Fi’s passed out on the couch. Josiah’s on the phone. Told him the cell phone’s away at eleven.” Kurt worked off his belt next, letting it fall to the floor as he crawled onto the mattress to curl into Blaine’s side.
Blaine adjusted an arm to let Kurt’s head fall onto his shoulder. “Good day, huh?”
“Mhm. Fi is still convinced that the Easter Bunny is real, so I’d call it successful.” He nosed against Blaine’s temple and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Then, slinging a leg over Blaine’s waist, “Do you think she’s too old to still believe in stuff like that? Santa and the Easter Bunny.”
“The Tooth Fairy, too.” Blaine reached down to tug Kurt’s leg a little farther up. Kurt let him do it. “All these years and you’ve still got the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast.”
“Blaine.” Kurt shoved at his jaw playfully and then, with a little bit of awkward twisting and wiggling, drew himself up and over Blaine’s hips.
Blaine’s hands fell easily over Kurt’s thighs, just resting there calmly as he looked up at Kurt with a smile. “This is my favorite angle of you, you know.”
“Blaine!” Kurt thumped a fist against his chest, and when Blaine tried to grab it, he caught his wrist and pinned it beside his head. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” Blaine held a steady gaze for as long as he could before a small grin cracked through and he relented with a sigh. “Next year, I think we should tell her. A couple of weeks before she starts kindergarten, so that way she doesn’t go into school telling all the other kids that Santa isn’t real and we get a call home saying Fi made a kid cry.”
Kurt hummed again, letting go of Blaine’s wrist to shimmy off of him. Blaine made a noise of protest, wrapping both feet around one of his knees to keep him from getting far. “Where’re you going.”
Kurt couldn’t bite back the laugh as he broke through Blaine’s hold. “There’s some leftover chocolate.”
Blaine perked up a bit. “Yeah?”
A nod, a tilt of the hip. “Want some?”
Blaine groaned and let his head fall back. “You know me so well, babe.” And when Kurt came back with a bag of Reese’s, had one ready to pop into Blaine’s waiting mouth, Blaine groaned again and pulled Kurt back down onto the bed. “Better than sex.”
Kurt snorted. “Doubtful,” he said, climbing back over Blaine’s waist and unwrapping another candy with a wicked grin. "Very doubtful."
Author: sailorraspberry
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 472
Summary: Kurt and Blaine unwinding after a busy Easter day.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future!fic, set in the Sweet Little Thing 'verse.
Author Notes: A fluffy, slightly belated daddy!Klaine Easter fic. Un-beta'd. All mistakes are mine.
"Oh, thank god." Blaine flopped back against the end of the bed, spreading out as best he could with his feet still touching the floor. “Hectic day.”
Kurt hummed his agreement as he toed the door shut and tugged off his shirt. “Fi’s passed out on the couch. Josiah’s on the phone. Told him the cell phone’s away at eleven.” Kurt worked off his belt next, letting it fall to the floor as he crawled onto the mattress to curl into Blaine’s side.
Blaine adjusted an arm to let Kurt’s head fall onto his shoulder. “Good day, huh?”
“Mhm. Fi is still convinced that the Easter Bunny is real, so I’d call it successful.” He nosed against Blaine’s temple and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Then, slinging a leg over Blaine’s waist, “Do you think she’s too old to still believe in stuff like that? Santa and the Easter Bunny.”
“The Tooth Fairy, too.” Blaine reached down to tug Kurt’s leg a little farther up. Kurt let him do it. “All these years and you’ve still got the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast.”
“Blaine.” Kurt shoved at his jaw playfully and then, with a little bit of awkward twisting and wiggling, drew himself up and over Blaine’s hips.
Blaine’s hands fell easily over Kurt’s thighs, just resting there calmly as he looked up at Kurt with a smile. “This is my favorite angle of you, you know.”
“Blaine!” Kurt thumped a fist against his chest, and when Blaine tried to grab it, he caught his wrist and pinned it beside his head. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” Blaine held a steady gaze for as long as he could before a small grin cracked through and he relented with a sigh. “Next year, I think we should tell her. A couple of weeks before she starts kindergarten, so that way she doesn’t go into school telling all the other kids that Santa isn’t real and we get a call home saying Fi made a kid cry.”
Kurt hummed again, letting go of Blaine’s wrist to shimmy off of him. Blaine made a noise of protest, wrapping both feet around one of his knees to keep him from getting far. “Where’re you going.”
Kurt couldn’t bite back the laugh as he broke through Blaine’s hold. “There’s some leftover chocolate.”
Blaine perked up a bit. “Yeah?”
A nod, a tilt of the hip. “Want some?”
Blaine groaned and let his head fall back. “You know me so well, babe.” And when Kurt came back with a bag of Reese’s, had one ready to pop into Blaine’s waiting mouth, Blaine groaned again and pulled Kurt back down onto the bed. “Better than sex.”
Kurt snorted. “Doubtful,” he said, climbing back over Blaine’s waist and unwrapping another candy with a wicked grin. "Very doubtful."