Good at Romance
Title: Good at Romance
Author: Rebecka
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG (or what I like to call "Pretty Boys Making Out")
Based on: This tiny thing was based on Blaine's words "I'm not very good at romance. I don't wanna screw this up." Maybe Blaine doesn't have to be good at romance.
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Good at Romance
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Everything looked out of place. Books were scattered on the floor, papers and notes, even post-its wherever his eyes traced. The desk that was facing the windows looked more like a dining room table, with various bottles of sodas, three, no, wait, four boxes of pizza and what looked like a pile of lollipops. What was usually a really well-made bed, was now just a pile of pillows. Sheets. Even sweaters. And in the middle of this mess, cross-legged on the floor, sat Blaine. He was hunched forward, deeply reading one of those many books, not even noticing when Kurt closed the door behind him. Dressed in sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt, he looked...amazing.
Ever since Valentine's day, things had been a little different than before. He wouldn't say odd, but something had definitely changed between them. Kurt had started to notice Blaine glance at him on and off, more than usual. And there was something different in his eyes. Something new. But nothing had happened, and as far as Kurt knew, Blaine didn't feel that way about him. Yet. Did Kurt hope he'd someday do? Did he daydream about Blaine kissing him just out of the blue? Far too often.
But as he stood there now, watching his tiny friend deeply in thoughts about whatever he was studying, Kurt felt that sudden rush of butterflies in his stomach. He did. "Working hard?" he said, hearing the sound of his own voice break the silence in the room, and Blaine looked up over his shoulder.
"Oh, Kurt, hi," Blaine answered with a smile. He pushed himself away from the book, clearly stiff from having been sitting there a long time and Kurt could hear his spine click back into place. "God, my back hurts."
Blaine looked tired, exhausted even, and Kurt knew far too well how hard they had to study at this school. Insane. Trying not to step on too many books, Kurt quietly walked over and sat down behind him. "That's what sitting on the floor like this will do to you," he said, not hesitating, but stroking his hand down Blaine's back. "Just...tell me where it hurts."
He had not thought this through. The feeling of Blaine's warmth underneath his fingers was already getting to him, and he blushed at the thought of actually asking Blaine to take his shirt off to make it easier to massage his back. Yeah. That wouldn't happen.
Blaine straightened his back and let his head fall forward in a slight groan as Kurt let his hand swoop down slowly around his spine. But suddenly, he jerked his head back, clearly in pain. "Ow, there, right there!" Blaine's words were kind of choked, like he really was in pain, and Kurt let his touch turn gentle. Slow. Almost not touching Blaine at all, just letting his hands brush in soft circles around the hurting spots on Blaine's back. They sat like that for minutes, ten, maybe even fifteen, before Kurt let a whisper escape his lips.
"Better?" He said. Not that he wanted to stop. He could keep doing this forever. But Blaine had softened under his touch, sighs escaping him time and again, and he nodded. "Mmm," he hummed, and somehow, Kurt knew that his eyes were closed. He was so calm, so very relaxed there in front of him and Kurt couldn't help himself. Letting his fingers softly escape up under the hem of Blaine's shirt, he felt Blaine shudder at the sudden skin on skin touch. But he didn't pull away. He didn't tell Kurt to stop. He didn't do anything. So Kurt continued. He let his fingers draw slow circles on Blaine's warm skin, focusing still on the spot that had hurt, and my God, if Blaine didn't moan. It was soft and low and almost not a sound, but he definitely did.
So Kurt let his fingers reach higher, finding more untouched skin, wanting to feel more. More. Just...more. And Blaine was starting to lean into the touch. "Blaine," Kurt said, whispered, kind of hummed, "Turn around. Please."
The words escaped Kurt's lips before he could comprehend what he was asking of his friend, but when Blaine turned around, letting Kurt's hands just fall off of him, Kurt saw his eyes. Dark, deep, those eyes he'd looked into so many times before. But they looked completely new. But at the same time, completely familiar. Kind and gentle and honest. And so Kurt kissed him. He let his lips perfectly line up with Blaine's, felt the burning heat of Blaine's breath on his lips, tasted something sweet as his tongue made contact with Blaine's. Lollipops. Cherry flavored lollipops. And he smiled.
Kissing Blaine was not like kissing Brittany. It was not like kissing Karofsky. It was not like kissing the top of his hand, like he'd done when he was younger, practicing how he wanted his very first kiss to be. It was warm and soft, the slight stubble on Blaine's chin making it feel even more real. It was Blaine's hands touching him in places Blaine had never touched him before. His neck. His chest. The back of his head. No one had ever touched Kurt's neck like that, and he'd never thought a touch as simple as that would feel so much. But it did.
Even though he kind of didn't want to, he opened his eyes just to see what Blaine looked like at that very moment. And the sight made him moan. Like an actual moan. And he'd never heard himself sound like that ever. Blaine's eyes were closed and his eyelashes were long and dark and they looked so soft against the skin underneath his eyes.
When they broke apart, Kurt watched how Blaine kept his eyes closed for what felt like forever, but what was only a few seconds in reality. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, even the way Blaine's lips curled into a smirk before he finally opened his eyes. "Wow," he said. Simply. And Kurt agreed. Wow. Blaine's eyes glowed, burned even and Kurt wondered if his own eyes looked different to Blaine now.
So much could be said at that very moment, but Kurt knew that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to stop ranting, so instead he just watched as Blaine reached out to find Kurt's hand. Their fingers curled instantly around each other. "I never knew a kiss could feel like that." Kurt felt himself blush at Blaine's words, but he didn't care, because they were true.
And then he saw it. The sudden change in Blaine's eyes, the sudden confusion that turned into something deeper, fear. And he felt his own face change as well. "Kurt," Blaine said, now not letting his eyes focus too long on Kurt's. "I-I don't want to move too f-fast." His words were breaths and stutters.
I don't want to screw this up. Kurt had lived on those words ever since Valentine's, but now that he saw what screwing this up looked like on Blaine's face, Kurt felt himself smirk. Reaching out his hand, he gently placed it against Blaine's cheek, lifting his head a bit. "Look at us, Blaine," he said. "I know you felt exactly what I felt and look at us, we're good. We're amazing." Blaine's eyes met Kurt's again, where Kurt saw all of Blaine's insecurities. "You're not good at romance?" Kurt asked, leaning back in to give Blaine's lips a gentle, soft kiss. He felt Blaine relax and sigh against him.
"You don't have to be," Kurt whispered, "Because I think I can be really, really good at it. And I won't let you screw this up." He watched Blaine's eyes glitter. He smiled, leaning back in to kiss him again. "Courage, remember?"
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Fin.
Author: Rebecka
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG (or what I like to call "Pretty Boys Making Out")
Based on: This tiny thing was based on Blaine's words "I'm not very good at romance. I don't wanna screw this up." Maybe Blaine doesn't have to be good at romance.
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Good at Romance
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Everything looked out of place. Books were scattered on the floor, papers and notes, even post-its wherever his eyes traced. The desk that was facing the windows looked more like a dining room table, with various bottles of sodas, three, no, wait, four boxes of pizza and what looked like a pile of lollipops. What was usually a really well-made bed, was now just a pile of pillows. Sheets. Even sweaters. And in the middle of this mess, cross-legged on the floor, sat Blaine. He was hunched forward, deeply reading one of those many books, not even noticing when Kurt closed the door behind him. Dressed in sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt, he looked...amazing.
Ever since Valentine's day, things had been a little different than before. He wouldn't say odd, but something had definitely changed between them. Kurt had started to notice Blaine glance at him on and off, more than usual. And there was something different in his eyes. Something new. But nothing had happened, and as far as Kurt knew, Blaine didn't feel that way about him. Yet. Did Kurt hope he'd someday do? Did he daydream about Blaine kissing him just out of the blue? Far too often.
But as he stood there now, watching his tiny friend deeply in thoughts about whatever he was studying, Kurt felt that sudden rush of butterflies in his stomach. He did. "Working hard?" he said, hearing the sound of his own voice break the silence in the room, and Blaine looked up over his shoulder.
"Oh, Kurt, hi," Blaine answered with a smile. He pushed himself away from the book, clearly stiff from having been sitting there a long time and Kurt could hear his spine click back into place. "God, my back hurts."
Blaine looked tired, exhausted even, and Kurt knew far too well how hard they had to study at this school. Insane. Trying not to step on too many books, Kurt quietly walked over and sat down behind him. "That's what sitting on the floor like this will do to you," he said, not hesitating, but stroking his hand down Blaine's back. "Just...tell me where it hurts."
He had not thought this through. The feeling of Blaine's warmth underneath his fingers was already getting to him, and he blushed at the thought of actually asking Blaine to take his shirt off to make it easier to massage his back. Yeah. That wouldn't happen.
Blaine straightened his back and let his head fall forward in a slight groan as Kurt let his hand swoop down slowly around his spine. But suddenly, he jerked his head back, clearly in pain. "Ow, there, right there!" Blaine's words were kind of choked, like he really was in pain, and Kurt let his touch turn gentle. Slow. Almost not touching Blaine at all, just letting his hands brush in soft circles around the hurting spots on Blaine's back. They sat like that for minutes, ten, maybe even fifteen, before Kurt let a whisper escape his lips.
"Better?" He said. Not that he wanted to stop. He could keep doing this forever. But Blaine had softened under his touch, sighs escaping him time and again, and he nodded. "Mmm," he hummed, and somehow, Kurt knew that his eyes were closed. He was so calm, so very relaxed there in front of him and Kurt couldn't help himself. Letting his fingers softly escape up under the hem of Blaine's shirt, he felt Blaine shudder at the sudden skin on skin touch. But he didn't pull away. He didn't tell Kurt to stop. He didn't do anything. So Kurt continued. He let his fingers draw slow circles on Blaine's warm skin, focusing still on the spot that had hurt, and my God, if Blaine didn't moan. It was soft and low and almost not a sound, but he definitely did.
So Kurt let his fingers reach higher, finding more untouched skin, wanting to feel more. More. Just...more. And Blaine was starting to lean into the touch. "Blaine," Kurt said, whispered, kind of hummed, "Turn around. Please."
The words escaped Kurt's lips before he could comprehend what he was asking of his friend, but when Blaine turned around, letting Kurt's hands just fall off of him, Kurt saw his eyes. Dark, deep, those eyes he'd looked into so many times before. But they looked completely new. But at the same time, completely familiar. Kind and gentle and honest. And so Kurt kissed him. He let his lips perfectly line up with Blaine's, felt the burning heat of Blaine's breath on his lips, tasted something sweet as his tongue made contact with Blaine's. Lollipops. Cherry flavored lollipops. And he smiled.
Kissing Blaine was not like kissing Brittany. It was not like kissing Karofsky. It was not like kissing the top of his hand, like he'd done when he was younger, practicing how he wanted his very first kiss to be. It was warm and soft, the slight stubble on Blaine's chin making it feel even more real. It was Blaine's hands touching him in places Blaine had never touched him before. His neck. His chest. The back of his head. No one had ever touched Kurt's neck like that, and he'd never thought a touch as simple as that would feel so much. But it did.
Even though he kind of didn't want to, he opened his eyes just to see what Blaine looked like at that very moment. And the sight made him moan. Like an actual moan. And he'd never heard himself sound like that ever. Blaine's eyes were closed and his eyelashes were long and dark and they looked so soft against the skin underneath his eyes.
When they broke apart, Kurt watched how Blaine kept his eyes closed for what felt like forever, but what was only a few seconds in reality. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, even the way Blaine's lips curled into a smirk before he finally opened his eyes. "Wow," he said. Simply. And Kurt agreed. Wow. Blaine's eyes glowed, burned even and Kurt wondered if his own eyes looked different to Blaine now.
So much could be said at that very moment, but Kurt knew that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to stop ranting, so instead he just watched as Blaine reached out to find Kurt's hand. Their fingers curled instantly around each other. "I never knew a kiss could feel like that." Kurt felt himself blush at Blaine's words, but he didn't care, because they were true.
And then he saw it. The sudden change in Blaine's eyes, the sudden confusion that turned into something deeper, fear. And he felt his own face change as well. "Kurt," Blaine said, now not letting his eyes focus too long on Kurt's. "I-I don't want to move too f-fast." His words were breaths and stutters.
I don't want to screw this up. Kurt had lived on those words ever since Valentine's, but now that he saw what screwing this up looked like on Blaine's face, Kurt felt himself smirk. Reaching out his hand, he gently placed it against Blaine's cheek, lifting his head a bit. "Look at us, Blaine," he said. "I know you felt exactly what I felt and look at us, we're good. We're amazing." Blaine's eyes met Kurt's again, where Kurt saw all of Blaine's insecurities. "You're not good at romance?" Kurt asked, leaning back in to give Blaine's lips a gentle, soft kiss. He felt Blaine relax and sigh against him.
"You don't have to be," Kurt whispered, "Because I think I can be really, really good at it. And I won't let you screw this up." He watched Blaine's eyes glitter. He smiled, leaning back in to kiss him again. "Courage, remember?"
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Fin.