Kurt/Blaine: Freckles (A Deleted Scene from 'Letting Go') (PG)
Title: Freckles (A Deleted Scene from 'Letting Go')
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,062
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Lots of schmoop
Summary: After Kurt and Blaine learn a completely new way to please each other, Kurt needs to take another shower. This is what happens afterward.
A/N: Part of the (Mis)Adventures of Teenage Boys 'verse. This is a deleted scene that takes place directly after Letting Go. I cut it because I wrote it way before the rest of the fic and it needed/wanted to be in Blaine's voice even though the rest was in Kurt's. Long story short, it just wasn't fitting but I desperately wanted to share it with all of you, so here it is! :)
The sound of Kurt shrieking on the other side of the house broke Blaine straight out of the television-prompted haze he'd settled into. He bolted off the couch, speeding up the stairs and down the hall until he found Kurt standing in front of the expansive mirror in the guest bathroom they were sharing. Kurt was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of sky blue swim trunks that Blaine absolutely could not get distracted by at the moment because Kurt was visibly distressed and that was clearly more important. Even if certain parts of Blaine's anatomy disagreed.
"Kurt, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, an eyebrow immediately raising, "What's wrong?"
"Um, is it a spider? There are some pretty huge ones out here and-"
"It's not a spider. A spider I could handle. I'm the resident spider killer at our house because my dad just throws things at them until they hide and plot our deaths, Carole is terrified of them, and Finn screams like a little girl with a skinned knee if he knows one is even in the house. I'm talking about this," Kurt said, pointing to his shoulder.
Blaine moved in and looked. He looked really hard. He wanted to be able to show the appropriate reaction, but honestly, he didn't see anything.
"It's... well... Kurt, I'm going to be honest, I have no idea what you're talking about," Blaine admitted, figuring it was better than fabricating a quick lie that Kurt would be able to see through faster than he could even finish half-forming the thought.
"The freckle, Blaine. I'm talking about the freckle." Blaine leaned in even closer, his eyes mere inches away from Kurt's smooth, perfect skin. He fought the urge to press a kiss to the spot he was supposed to be seeing something on. "It wasn't there yesterday, but then you made me go on that speeding waterborne deathtrap-"
"The jet ski," Blaine interrupted.
"-and I must have missed a spot with the sunscreen-"
"That isn't possible. I'm pretty sure you used an entire bottle on your shoulders."
"-and now years of careful efforts made to keep my skin perfect and safe are ruined all because my boyfriend is a ridiculous adrenaline junkie," Kurt huffed.
"I didn't go faster than forty miles per hour. A paddleboat passed us at one point," Blaine teased, looking at Kurt's shoulder again. Now he saw what Kurt was referring to.
Sitting on the top of Kurt's shoulder was a freckle no bigger than the point of a sharpened pencil. Blaine smiled and smoothed the very tip of his index finger over the tiny darkened patch of skin. Kurt shrugged away from the touch and reached for the sunblock. Blaine was faster, though, and he had the bottle out of Kurt's hand and back on the counter before Kurt could do much about it.
"It's hideous. Will you please just let me put on sunscreen and sit under an umbrella for the rest of the weekend?" Kurt begged, again reaching for the bottle. Blaine grabbed onto both of Kurt's wrists and held them down at his sides.
"I think it's the cutest," Blaine started, pressing a kiss to the freckle, "Most beautiful." Another kiss. "Sexiest little freckle I've ever seen."
Kurt scoffed and tried to pull his arms free to no avail.
"These things don't just go away. I'm stuck with it for forever," he said.
"When we're eighty years old and we're standing in front of the mirror just like this, I'm going to look at this freckle and I'm going to kiss it just like this and tell you how much I love it because you got it on the very first vacation we ever took together. And then I'm going to kiss this one..." Blaine started, kissing a freckleless spot a few inches away, right where Kurt's shoulder curved into a bicep.
"There is no freckle there," Kurt said.
"Not yet, but there will be. And I'll love that one because you'll get it on our honeymoon in the Mediterranean," Blaine informed him, moving to the other shoulder, "And I'll love this one, because you'll get it when we take our son to the beach for the first time."
"Oh, we have a son?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled.
"Two, actually. And a girl. But we're not there yet," Blaine said.
"Forgive me," Kurt said, leaning back into Blaine's chest and grinning giddily at him through the mirror as Blaine left another wet kiss on Kurt's shoulder, "When will I get that one?"
"The day you finally teach our daughter how to ride her bike without training wheels," Blaine said, "Have I made my point yet?"
"That you've already planned out our entire lives and I have absolutely no say in anything whatsoever?" Kurt teased, laughing a little as Blaine released Kurt's wrists so he could lightly tickle the exposed, alabaster ribs before him.
"That this freckle tells a chapter in the story of our relationship. A pretty wonderful chapter, I might add," Blaine said, raising his eyebrows and kissing the side of Kurt's neck.
"This afternoon was amazing," Kurt whispered.
"I would even go so far as to say perfect," Blaine whispered back, leaning even farther over Kurt's shoulder until Kurt turned his head to meet Blaine's lips in a gentle kiss. One that was interrupted far too soon by the sound of someone clearing their throat in the hallway.
"Boys. It's 7:15," Blaine's mom said, peeking her head into the room, "We're waiting in the boat."
"Sorry, Mom. We'll be right down," Blaine said, blushing deeply at the knowing look she was sending their way. She nodded and left them alone. Blaine sighed and slumped into Kurt's back, wrapping his arms around the trim waist before him.
"We'd better get down there," Kurt said, fighting his own blush as he grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion from the counter and wriggled his way out of Blaine's firm grasp.
"Fine," Blaine grumped, following Kurt out the door and shutting off the light. Kurt waited for him in the hallway and pulled him in for a lingering kiss.
"I meant what I said before," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.
"About this afternoon being amazing?" Blaine asked. Kurt hummed in agreement and kissed Blaine again.
"Now seriously, let's go. They're already suspicious."
"Let them wait," Blaine grinned, pushing Kurt against the wall.
"Blaine Scott Anderson! Your father is about to get really irritated! I had a hard enough time convincing him that it would okay to leave you two alone this afternoon. Do not make me regret it!" Blaine's mom called up the stairs. Blaine smiled and took Kurt's hand in his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles as they descended to the first floor.
"Ready to get back out on the lake?"
"No. But if the post-boating shower is anything like the pre-boating one was, I think I can make it through," Kurt grinned.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,062
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Lots of schmoop
Summary: After Kurt and Blaine learn a completely new way to please each other, Kurt needs to take another shower. This is what happens afterward.
A/N: Part of the (Mis)Adventures of Teenage Boys 'verse. This is a deleted scene that takes place directly after Letting Go. I cut it because I wrote it way before the rest of the fic and it needed/wanted to be in Blaine's voice even though the rest was in Kurt's. Long story short, it just wasn't fitting but I desperately wanted to share it with all of you, so here it is! :)
The sound of Kurt shrieking on the other side of the house broke Blaine straight out of the television-prompted haze he'd settled into. He bolted off the couch, speeding up the stairs and down the hall until he found Kurt standing in front of the expansive mirror in the guest bathroom they were sharing. Kurt was naked from the waist up, wearing only a pair of sky blue swim trunks that Blaine absolutely could not get distracted by at the moment because Kurt was visibly distressed and that was clearly more important. Even if certain parts of Blaine's anatomy disagreed.
"Kurt, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, an eyebrow immediately raising, "What's wrong?"
"Um, is it a spider? There are some pretty huge ones out here and-"
"It's not a spider. A spider I could handle. I'm the resident spider killer at our house because my dad just throws things at them until they hide and plot our deaths, Carole is terrified of them, and Finn screams like a little girl with a skinned knee if he knows one is even in the house. I'm talking about this," Kurt said, pointing to his shoulder.
Blaine moved in and looked. He looked really hard. He wanted to be able to show the appropriate reaction, but honestly, he didn't see anything.
"It's... well... Kurt, I'm going to be honest, I have no idea what you're talking about," Blaine admitted, figuring it was better than fabricating a quick lie that Kurt would be able to see through faster than he could even finish half-forming the thought.
"The freckle, Blaine. I'm talking about the freckle." Blaine leaned in even closer, his eyes mere inches away from Kurt's smooth, perfect skin. He fought the urge to press a kiss to the spot he was supposed to be seeing something on. "It wasn't there yesterday, but then you made me go on that speeding waterborne deathtrap-"
"The jet ski," Blaine interrupted.
"-and I must have missed a spot with the sunscreen-"
"That isn't possible. I'm pretty sure you used an entire bottle on your shoulders."
"-and now years of careful efforts made to keep my skin perfect and safe are ruined all because my boyfriend is a ridiculous adrenaline junkie," Kurt huffed.
"I didn't go faster than forty miles per hour. A paddleboat passed us at one point," Blaine teased, looking at Kurt's shoulder again. Now he saw what Kurt was referring to.
Sitting on the top of Kurt's shoulder was a freckle no bigger than the point of a sharpened pencil. Blaine smiled and smoothed the very tip of his index finger over the tiny darkened patch of skin. Kurt shrugged away from the touch and reached for the sunblock. Blaine was faster, though, and he had the bottle out of Kurt's hand and back on the counter before Kurt could do much about it.
"It's hideous. Will you please just let me put on sunscreen and sit under an umbrella for the rest of the weekend?" Kurt begged, again reaching for the bottle. Blaine grabbed onto both of Kurt's wrists and held them down at his sides.
"I think it's the cutest," Blaine started, pressing a kiss to the freckle, "Most beautiful." Another kiss. "Sexiest little freckle I've ever seen."
Kurt scoffed and tried to pull his arms free to no avail.
"These things don't just go away. I'm stuck with it for forever," he said.
"When we're eighty years old and we're standing in front of the mirror just like this, I'm going to look at this freckle and I'm going to kiss it just like this and tell you how much I love it because you got it on the very first vacation we ever took together. And then I'm going to kiss this one..." Blaine started, kissing a freckleless spot a few inches away, right where Kurt's shoulder curved into a bicep.
"There is no freckle there," Kurt said.
"Not yet, but there will be. And I'll love that one because you'll get it on our honeymoon in the Mediterranean," Blaine informed him, moving to the other shoulder, "And I'll love this one, because you'll get it when we take our son to the beach for the first time."
"Oh, we have a son?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled.
"Two, actually. And a girl. But we're not there yet," Blaine said.
"Forgive me," Kurt said, leaning back into Blaine's chest and grinning giddily at him through the mirror as Blaine left another wet kiss on Kurt's shoulder, "When will I get that one?"
"The day you finally teach our daughter how to ride her bike without training wheels," Blaine said, "Have I made my point yet?"
"That you've already planned out our entire lives and I have absolutely no say in anything whatsoever?" Kurt teased, laughing a little as Blaine released Kurt's wrists so he could lightly tickle the exposed, alabaster ribs before him.
"That this freckle tells a chapter in the story of our relationship. A pretty wonderful chapter, I might add," Blaine said, raising his eyebrows and kissing the side of Kurt's neck.
"This afternoon was amazing," Kurt whispered.
"I would even go so far as to say perfect," Blaine whispered back, leaning even farther over Kurt's shoulder until Kurt turned his head to meet Blaine's lips in a gentle kiss. One that was interrupted far too soon by the sound of someone clearing their throat in the hallway.
"Boys. It's 7:15," Blaine's mom said, peeking her head into the room, "We're waiting in the boat."
"Sorry, Mom. We'll be right down," Blaine said, blushing deeply at the knowing look she was sending their way. She nodded and left them alone. Blaine sighed and slumped into Kurt's back, wrapping his arms around the trim waist before him.
"We'd better get down there," Kurt said, fighting his own blush as he grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion from the counter and wriggled his way out of Blaine's firm grasp.
"Fine," Blaine grumped, following Kurt out the door and shutting off the light. Kurt waited for him in the hallway and pulled him in for a lingering kiss.
"I meant what I said before," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.
"About this afternoon being amazing?" Blaine asked. Kurt hummed in agreement and kissed Blaine again.
"Now seriously, let's go. They're already suspicious."
"Let them wait," Blaine grinned, pushing Kurt against the wall.
"Blaine Scott Anderson! Your father is about to get really irritated! I had a hard enough time convincing him that it would okay to leave you two alone this afternoon. Do not make me regret it!" Blaine's mom called up the stairs. Blaine smiled and took Kurt's hand in his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles as they descended to the first floor.
"Ready to get back out on the lake?"
"No. But if the post-boating shower is anything like the pre-boating one was, I think I can make it through," Kurt grinned.