Klaine Ficlet: Snuggle Limbo
Media: (ex. Fic, Art, etc) Fic
Title: Snuggle Limbo
Rating: PG
Pairings: Klaine
Spoilers (if any): Episode #3.05
Warnings (if any):
Word Count: 980ish
Summary: Time has ceased to exist inside his bedroom. It’s just him and Kurt, locked in an eternal snuggle.
Author’s Note (if any): gameboycolor was talking about awkward fail cuddles on tumblr so I wrote this for her :D
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Blaine is hot.
Kurt doesn't mean this in an 'oh, you are so attractive my knees turn to jelly' way, although that is also true. No, Blaine is literally hot. It's like curling up next to a space heater.
Which would be awesome, given the fact that it's November and freezing outside, if the Andersons didn't keep their heat turned up so high. You wouldn't even know there was snow outside unless you peeked out a window. That coupled with Blaine’s abnormally intense body heat means that Kurt is two seconds away from breaking into an unseemly sweat.
But he's not going to say anything. He's not going to be a moment ruiner. He likes this, being curled up next to Blaine. It's nice. It’s always nice. He just wishes Blaine wasn’t so hot.
And that he could re-situate a little. Because this position had been super comfy when they’d first curled up together, when they were still coming down from that post-coital high. But he’s been stuck like this for fifteen minutes and his arm is pinned beneath him at an awkward angle and he really needs to move it.
But he doesn’t want to disturb things.
“This is nice,” he says instead, looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes with a soft smile.
--
And it is. It really is. Blaine agrees 100% that this is nice.
But he also has to pee.
He can’t just say that, though. It’s embarrassing. They were not yet to the point where they were comfortable discussing bathroom related things. At least not that kind of bathroom related thing. Skin care regimens? Sure. Their shampoo preferences? Most definitely.
But somehow he thought that bringing up the fact that he needed to urinate now, less than half an hour after their beautiful, life changing moment, would not go over well.
So he tries to ignore his need to squirm. “Yeah,” he agrees instead, and he even means it. He loves Kurt. Kurt is beautiful. How could he not mean it? He brushes their noses together, leans his forehead against Kurt’s. “Yeah, it is.”
--
At what point is it acceptable to end cuddling?
Kurt’s never been in this situation before and he doesn’t know the rules. There should be a guidebook. It should be issued out to teens the minute they embark on their first relationship because how else would they learn these things?! But there isn’t a guidebook, no set of rules that he can turn to. He’s left to fumble through on his own.
He’s not very good at fumbling.
At this rate he’s going to be stuck here lying next to Blaine forever. Not that he doesn’t like it! Because he does. If he has to be stuck next to anyone of course he wants it to be Blaine.
It’s just that he has other things he needs to do, you know? And they have now been snuggled up for... (he shoots a stealthy glance at the clock) twenty-five minutes. His arm, he is certain, is permanently molded into that pinned-beneath-him position at this point. It may never work again.
But he doesn’t have the guidebook, so he doesn’t know if he can move yet.
Better to be safe than sorry, right?
--
Oh, God. Blaine is stuck in limbo.
He’s pretty sure that’s what this is. Time has ceased to exist inside his bedroom. It’s just him and Kurt, locked in an eternal snuggle.
You’d think he’d be happy about this. He probably should be. How many people get to brag about having awesome sexytimes followed by intense cuddling with boys who looked like they walked off of a runway and into Blaine’s bed? Not many.
But there’s still the fact that he has to pee. And it has been at least ten minutes since he had become conscious of the fact that his bladder is full. Which means that now? He really has to pee. It’s urgent.
He just doesn’t know how to say so. He doesn’t want Kurt to think he’s in any rush to get away from him, because he’s not. He’s just in a rush to get to the bathroom.
He doesn’t move, though. He’s given into his fate. This is like Groundhog Day but with cuddling. It’s never going to end.
--
And finally Kurt’s phone rings.
It breaks the spell, time moves forward again, and they roll away from each other while doing their best to suppress sighs of relief.
“I should get that,” Kurt says, snatching his iPhone off of the bedside table.
“Yes. You should. Do that.” Blaine nods eagerly, only half paying attention. He’s not even trying to hide his Pee Pee Dance anymore. He makes a beeline for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back!!”
--
So Kurt answers his phone and chats with Rachel for a few minutes before politely excusing himself and hanging up. He’s pleased to discover that his arm, while stiff, is still fully usable. Good. His signature shimmy was difficult to do with only one arm, and regardless of what Mike and Mr. Schue seemed to think this move was invaluable to their performances.
Kurt gives bitches jazz hands. Bitches love jazz hands.
Blaine comes out of the bathroom feeling much better about life. There’s a moment where they look from each other to the bed then back again.
Awkward silence.
Blaine breaks it first. He’s just escaped, he can’t go back there! “You know what? Let’s go downstairs and watch a movie.”
“Yes!!” Kurt agrees to this scheme readily, shoulders sagging in relief. “Yeah, let’s do that. I like movies. Movies are... good.”
“Good.”
“Great.”
“Awesome.”
-The End.-
Title: Snuggle Limbo
Rating: PG
Pairings: Klaine
Spoilers (if any): Episode #3.05
Warnings (if any):
Word Count: 980ish
Summary: Time has ceased to exist inside his bedroom. It’s just him and Kurt, locked in an eternal snuggle.
Author’s Note (if any): gameboycolor was talking about awkward fail cuddles on tumblr so I wrote this for her :D
Read on Tumblr | Read on AO3 | Read on LJ:
Blaine is hot.
Kurt doesn't mean this in an 'oh, you are so attractive my knees turn to jelly' way, although that is also true. No, Blaine is literally hot. It's like curling up next to a space heater.
Which would be awesome, given the fact that it's November and freezing outside, if the Andersons didn't keep their heat turned up so high. You wouldn't even know there was snow outside unless you peeked out a window. That coupled with Blaine’s abnormally intense body heat means that Kurt is two seconds away from breaking into an unseemly sweat.
But he's not going to say anything. He's not going to be a moment ruiner. He likes this, being curled up next to Blaine. It's nice. It’s always nice. He just wishes Blaine wasn’t so hot.
And that he could re-situate a little. Because this position had been super comfy when they’d first curled up together, when they were still coming down from that post-coital high. But he’s been stuck like this for fifteen minutes and his arm is pinned beneath him at an awkward angle and he really needs to move it.
But he doesn’t want to disturb things.
“This is nice,” he says instead, looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes with a soft smile.
--
And it is. It really is. Blaine agrees 100% that this is nice.
But he also has to pee.
He can’t just say that, though. It’s embarrassing. They were not yet to the point where they were comfortable discussing bathroom related things. At least not that kind of bathroom related thing. Skin care regimens? Sure. Their shampoo preferences? Most definitely.
But somehow he thought that bringing up the fact that he needed to urinate now, less than half an hour after their beautiful, life changing moment, would not go over well.
So he tries to ignore his need to squirm. “Yeah,” he agrees instead, and he even means it. He loves Kurt. Kurt is beautiful. How could he not mean it? He brushes their noses together, leans his forehead against Kurt’s. “Yeah, it is.”
--
At what point is it acceptable to end cuddling?
Kurt’s never been in this situation before and he doesn’t know the rules. There should be a guidebook. It should be issued out to teens the minute they embark on their first relationship because how else would they learn these things?! But there isn’t a guidebook, no set of rules that he can turn to. He’s left to fumble through on his own.
He’s not very good at fumbling.
At this rate he’s going to be stuck here lying next to Blaine forever. Not that he doesn’t like it! Because he does. If he has to be stuck next to anyone of course he wants it to be Blaine.
It’s just that he has other things he needs to do, you know? And they have now been snuggled up for... (he shoots a stealthy glance at the clock) twenty-five minutes. His arm, he is certain, is permanently molded into that pinned-beneath-him position at this point. It may never work again.
But he doesn’t have the guidebook, so he doesn’t know if he can move yet.
Better to be safe than sorry, right?
--
Oh, God. Blaine is stuck in limbo.
He’s pretty sure that’s what this is. Time has ceased to exist inside his bedroom. It’s just him and Kurt, locked in an eternal snuggle.
You’d think he’d be happy about this. He probably should be. How many people get to brag about having awesome sexytimes followed by intense cuddling with boys who looked like they walked off of a runway and into Blaine’s bed? Not many.
But there’s still the fact that he has to pee. And it has been at least ten minutes since he had become conscious of the fact that his bladder is full. Which means that now? He really has to pee. It’s urgent.
He just doesn’t know how to say so. He doesn’t want Kurt to think he’s in any rush to get away from him, because he’s not. He’s just in a rush to get to the bathroom.
He doesn’t move, though. He’s given into his fate. This is like Groundhog Day but with cuddling. It’s never going to end.
--
And finally Kurt’s phone rings.
It breaks the spell, time moves forward again, and they roll away from each other while doing their best to suppress sighs of relief.
“I should get that,” Kurt says, snatching his iPhone off of the bedside table.
“Yes. You should. Do that.” Blaine nods eagerly, only half paying attention. He’s not even trying to hide his Pee Pee Dance anymore. He makes a beeline for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back!!”
--
So Kurt answers his phone and chats with Rachel for a few minutes before politely excusing himself and hanging up. He’s pleased to discover that his arm, while stiff, is still fully usable. Good. His signature shimmy was difficult to do with only one arm, and regardless of what Mike and Mr. Schue seemed to think this move was invaluable to their performances.
Kurt gives bitches jazz hands. Bitches love jazz hands.
Blaine comes out of the bathroom feeling much better about life. There’s a moment where they look from each other to the bed then back again.
Awkward silence.
Blaine breaks it first. He’s just escaped, he can’t go back there! “You know what? Let’s go downstairs and watch a movie.”
“Yes!!” Kurt agrees to this scheme readily, shoulders sagging in relief. “Yeah, let’s do that. I like movies. Movies are... good.”
“Good.”
“Great.”
“Awesome.”
-The End.-