Tuxedo Wrangler, Klaine, PG-13
Title: Tuxedo Wrangler
Author/Artist: dairokkan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cheese, flirting, lack of a beta, and the fact that this is my first finished piece of writing in two years
Word Count: Just over 1000
Kurt really hadn’t thought he was serious. When Blaine had first suggested wearing his Dalton uniform to prom, he’d played it for laughs. The whole glee club had found it hilarious, and Kurt had even chuckled along with the rest of them. But exactly a week before the big day, Kurt was finally realizing that Blaine hadn’t been joking at all, and he was very suddenly and very inconveniently stressed out of his mind.
“I don’t understand what the big problem is, Kurt.” Blaine began, playing with an especially springy curl of hair that had decided to rebel against its usual gel. He was sitting cross-legged on the edge of his boyfriend’s bed, frowning as he watched him pace across the room. His Dalton blazer was spread out next to him, neatly folded on top of his shirt, tie and slacks. He went on. “My uniform’s clean and convenient. Besides, I’m sure it counts as formal attire, and I haven’t been getting any use out of it since I transferred to McKinley. It’s been very sad, sitting all abandoned in my closet for the first time in months.”
Kurt stopped his pacing and turned on his heel to face Blaine, his expression the picture of frustration. “Are you serious, Blaine? Ignoring the fact that you just anthropomorphized your old school blazer, this is our prom. We get one chance to make it perfect. It needs to be perfect.” Blaine still looked confused, prompting Kurt to let out an exasperated sigh. “Having a boyfriend to take me to prom is a dream, Blaine. I can’t even begin to explain how much I adore your existence, but…” Kurt shook his head, “we’ll be judged together there; more so than we are already. Let’s not make our reputations worse by committing such a serious fashion faux pas.”
Blaine put his hand to his heart, dropping his jaw in shock. “My uniform is not a fashion faux pas!” he exclaimed, prompting Kurt to roll his eyes.
“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen, you big baby.” Allowing himself a small smile, he added, “That’s my job.”
“Shot through the heart,” Blaine sniffed, grabbing at his chest as he fell backward onto the bed. “And you’re to blame.”
Kurt stepped around the bed and poked Blaine in the gut, prompting a less-than-masculine squeal. “You give common sense a bad name. And you’re disgusting. Honestly, Bon Jovi?”
“What can I say? I really am a romantic at heart.” Blaine stared up at the ceiling, smiling at his success in breaking the tension. “So…” he turned his head to look at Kurt. “Am I forgiven now? The uniform is a go?”
“What? Of course not!” Kurt snapped. He shook his head and began to pace again, eliciting an unhappy groan from his boyfriend.
“I’m perfectly happy splurging on you, Kurt, but I really don’t see why I should spend so much money on some fancy suit that I’ll only wear once. Especially when I already have something that’s completely acceptable.”
Kurt paused to look at Blaine, suddenly appearing to pity him. “You really do think so, don’t you?” He clucked his tongue. “You poor thing. Let’s see…” distracted again, Kurt headed toward his closet and opened the double doors, exposing his vast array of designer outfits and accessories. “It’s a good thing you’re such a hobbit, honey. You can probably fit into one of these…” he sighed, “I haven’t been able to wear so much of this stuff since that unfortunate growth spurt last year.” Ignoring the choked-back squeaks of disapproval that followed the hobbit comment, Kurt rummaged around for a minute or so before finally emerging victorious. “Ah, here!”
Blaine composed himself and sat up, turning to face the surprising ensemble that Kurt was holding out for him. “You… just casually own a tuxedo?” he asked, nearly incredulous, but, well, it was Kurt, after all.
The latter was unfazed. “Two, actually. But that’s not the point. Here, try it on.” He began to approach the bed, but Blaine put up his arms in defense.
“Whoa, stop right there.” He said, narrowing his eyes. “Have you considered the fact that maybe I don’t like tuxedos?” Kurt paused. But not even ten seconds had passed before he started to move toward Blaine once more, thrusting out the vestment so that it was no more than an inch away from his face.
“No thank you.”
Kurt tilted up his chin and looked down at Blaine with half-lidded eyes. “Don’t make me do this myself.”
“…What?” Blaine stared at Kurt, his eyebrows raised. “What do you- hey, hey! What are you- get off!”
“Get off?” Kurt was in the process of unbuckling Blaine’s belt, having placed the tuxedo on the bed beside them and gone about getting Blaine into it himself. “Well, that’s new.”
Blaine opened his mouth to retort, but his words were replaced by a surprised gasp as Kurt pressed a little too hard on the front of his jeans in his attempt to unzip them. The sly smile that graced his lips as he succeeded in his task suggested that it may not have been completely accidental.
“Oh, you are just horrible.” Blaine groaned. He didn’t have time to be grumpy, however; he managed to cross his arms just in time as Kurt moved on and attempted to remove his shirt. Kurt tugged harder. Blaine refused to budge.
“Don’t make me fight you,” Kurt threatened. Blaine raised his eyebrows once again and Kurt leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You certainly have enough experience with me to know that I’d win.”
Blaine let out a shuddering sigh and Kurt grinned, taking the moment to pull his boyfriend’s shirt over his shoulders while his defenses were down.
“Dammit!”
“You’re way too easy, Blaine.” Kurt chuckled, reaching for the tuxedo shirt and holding it out to him. “And you know I’m going to win anyway, so you might as well make this easier for yourself.”
Blaine scooted further back on the bed. “Maybe you’ll win, maybe you won’t. But I refuse to go down without a fight.” Despite his words suggesting otherwise, he cracked a wide grin that automatically gave away his unspoken surrender and Kurt knew that he’d succeeded in getting him to ditch the uniform plan.
“Well, if you want to prolong your pain…” Kurt climbed across the bed and onto Blaine’s lap, straddling him with a devilish smirk.
“Show me what you’ve got, Mister Tuxedo Wrangler,” Blaine winked. Kurt hardly had a chance to laugh before Blaine pulled him close and pressed their lips together, kissing him deeply and leaving thoughts of cummerbunds and bowties for another day.
Author/Artist: dairokkan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cheese, flirting, lack of a beta, and the fact that this is my first finished piece of writing in two years
Word Count: Just over 1000
Kurt really hadn’t thought he was serious. When Blaine had first suggested wearing his Dalton uniform to prom, he’d played it for laughs. The whole glee club had found it hilarious, and Kurt had even chuckled along with the rest of them. But exactly a week before the big day, Kurt was finally realizing that Blaine hadn’t been joking at all, and he was very suddenly and very inconveniently stressed out of his mind.
“I don’t understand what the big problem is, Kurt.” Blaine began, playing with an especially springy curl of hair that had decided to rebel against its usual gel. He was sitting cross-legged on the edge of his boyfriend’s bed, frowning as he watched him pace across the room. His Dalton blazer was spread out next to him, neatly folded on top of his shirt, tie and slacks. He went on. “My uniform’s clean and convenient. Besides, I’m sure it counts as formal attire, and I haven’t been getting any use out of it since I transferred to McKinley. It’s been very sad, sitting all abandoned in my closet for the first time in months.”
Kurt stopped his pacing and turned on his heel to face Blaine, his expression the picture of frustration. “Are you serious, Blaine? Ignoring the fact that you just anthropomorphized your old school blazer, this is our prom. We get one chance to make it perfect. It needs to be perfect.” Blaine still looked confused, prompting Kurt to let out an exasperated sigh. “Having a boyfriend to take me to prom is a dream, Blaine. I can’t even begin to explain how much I adore your existence, but…” Kurt shook his head, “we’ll be judged together there; more so than we are already. Let’s not make our reputations worse by committing such a serious fashion faux pas.”
Blaine put his hand to his heart, dropping his jaw in shock. “My uniform is not a fashion faux pas!” he exclaimed, prompting Kurt to roll his eyes.
“Oh, don’t be such a drama queen, you big baby.” Allowing himself a small smile, he added, “That’s my job.”
“Shot through the heart,” Blaine sniffed, grabbing at his chest as he fell backward onto the bed. “And you’re to blame.”
Kurt stepped around the bed and poked Blaine in the gut, prompting a less-than-masculine squeal. “You give common sense a bad name. And you’re disgusting. Honestly, Bon Jovi?”
“What can I say? I really am a romantic at heart.” Blaine stared up at the ceiling, smiling at his success in breaking the tension. “So…” he turned his head to look at Kurt. “Am I forgiven now? The uniform is a go?”
“What? Of course not!” Kurt snapped. He shook his head and began to pace again, eliciting an unhappy groan from his boyfriend.
“I’m perfectly happy splurging on you, Kurt, but I really don’t see why I should spend so much money on some fancy suit that I’ll only wear once. Especially when I already have something that’s completely acceptable.”
Kurt paused to look at Blaine, suddenly appearing to pity him. “You really do think so, don’t you?” He clucked his tongue. “You poor thing. Let’s see…” distracted again, Kurt headed toward his closet and opened the double doors, exposing his vast array of designer outfits and accessories. “It’s a good thing you’re such a hobbit, honey. You can probably fit into one of these…” he sighed, “I haven’t been able to wear so much of this stuff since that unfortunate growth spurt last year.” Ignoring the choked-back squeaks of disapproval that followed the hobbit comment, Kurt rummaged around for a minute or so before finally emerging victorious. “Ah, here!”
Blaine composed himself and sat up, turning to face the surprising ensemble that Kurt was holding out for him. “You… just casually own a tuxedo?” he asked, nearly incredulous, but, well, it was Kurt, after all.
The latter was unfazed. “Two, actually. But that’s not the point. Here, try it on.” He began to approach the bed, but Blaine put up his arms in defense.
“Whoa, stop right there.” He said, narrowing his eyes. “Have you considered the fact that maybe I don’t like tuxedos?” Kurt paused. But not even ten seconds had passed before he started to move toward Blaine once more, thrusting out the vestment so that it was no more than an inch away from his face.
“No thank you.”
Kurt tilted up his chin and looked down at Blaine with half-lidded eyes. “Don’t make me do this myself.”
“…What?” Blaine stared at Kurt, his eyebrows raised. “What do you- hey, hey! What are you- get off!”
“Get off?” Kurt was in the process of unbuckling Blaine’s belt, having placed the tuxedo on the bed beside them and gone about getting Blaine into it himself. “Well, that’s new.”
Blaine opened his mouth to retort, but his words were replaced by a surprised gasp as Kurt pressed a little too hard on the front of his jeans in his attempt to unzip them. The sly smile that graced his lips as he succeeded in his task suggested that it may not have been completely accidental.
“Oh, you are just horrible.” Blaine groaned. He didn’t have time to be grumpy, however; he managed to cross his arms just in time as Kurt moved on and attempted to remove his shirt. Kurt tugged harder. Blaine refused to budge.
“Don’t make me fight you,” Kurt threatened. Blaine raised his eyebrows once again and Kurt leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You certainly have enough experience with me to know that I’d win.”
Blaine let out a shuddering sigh and Kurt grinned, taking the moment to pull his boyfriend’s shirt over his shoulders while his defenses were down.
“Dammit!”
“You’re way too easy, Blaine.” Kurt chuckled, reaching for the tuxedo shirt and holding it out to him. “And you know I’m going to win anyway, so you might as well make this easier for yourself.”
Blaine scooted further back on the bed. “Maybe you’ll win, maybe you won’t. But I refuse to go down without a fight.” Despite his words suggesting otherwise, he cracked a wide grin that automatically gave away his unspoken surrender and Kurt knew that he’d succeeded in getting him to ditch the uniform plan.
“Well, if you want to prolong your pain…” Kurt climbed across the bed and onto Blaine’s lap, straddling him with a devilish smirk.
“Show me what you’ve got, Mister Tuxedo Wrangler,” Blaine winked. Kurt hardly had a chance to laugh before Blaine pulled him close and pressed their lips together, kissing him deeply and leaving thoughts of cummerbunds and bowties for another day.