Kurt didn't normally spend a lot of time on Facebook -- he didn't care much about what inane things were going on in his classmates' lives, and all of the terrible excuses for photography that people posted just depressed him. But today he'd been spending the past hour sitting on Facebook, refreshing the page every five seconds in hopes that the tiny red notification would finally pop up.
If asked, he would never admit what he was doing, but he'd sent Blaine a relationship request three hours ago, and why hadn't he accepted it? He knew Blaine got Facebook notifications on his phone, so it wasn't a matter of him not being online, and if he'd yet again misinterpreted that whole speech and the fact that they'd spent fifteen minutes kissing that afternoon instead of practicing their duet, he was going to just go crawl in a hole and die, once and for all.
Kurt refreshed the page one more time, and finally the little red number popped up in the upper left corner of his screen. The first item on his news feed was now "Blaine Anderson is in
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He clicks the comment button and starts a million times, and deletes a million times, but he can't help it. "It's times like these I wish there was a 'love' option on these things."
He refreshed again. Blaine had only responded with ":D"
And fifteen minutes later, the notification was liked twelve times.
Kurt felt really bad about having to bail on his coffee date with Blaine, but he’d woken up with a migraine and there was just no way he would be able to get up and function. So he’d send a text with an apologize and went back to sleep, expecting Blaine to see it and just go back to sleep, too, since that is usually was people do on a lazy Sunday.
That’s why he was surprised when two hours later when he woke up again, Blaine was sitting on the side of his bed, a Lima Bean cup in his hand, smiling.
“Yeah, well, if you can’t come to our coffee date, then I just bring our coffee date to you.”
(So the first place where my mind went, was "hot", and then there was this...)
Blaine was lost for words seeing Kurt like this. He’s pretty sure he was just staring at his boyfriend and had been doing so for at least five minutes. Kurt didn’t seem to notice, though.
“… so because of the jacket and the boots, the leather pants just seemed to complete the outfit. And I already had the helmet so taking the motorbike was just unavoidable, besides, it’s been at my Dads shop for at least a week or so, nobody’s going to miss is, so I thought…”
Blaine didn’t really care what Kurt had done with or without permission. His boyfriend sitting in on a motorcycle with a leather jacket and his hair messed up was the hottest thing Blaine had ever seen and there was no way this combination was ever going to be returned.
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Blaine doesn't care what anyone else says, as he watches Kurt's lithe, sleek suited body press up against the motorbike, spraying mud as he made a sharp turn--Brittany Pierce was the most brilliant woman on the planet for suggesting Kurt to try motocrossing.
"Ow!" Blaine cried, dropping the black liner pencil into Kurt's sink. "This is ridiculous, Kurt!"
"Blaine, just let me do it!" Kurt said, picking up the liner and gently cradling Blaine's chin in his hands. He leaned closer and swiftly brought the pencil down and across both of Blaine's eyelids, then moved away with a self-satisfied grin. "There we go!"
"Mhh, thanks," Blaine said, instantly stepping forward and filling the space Kurt had just vacated, pressing a kiss to his lips.
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It's almost midnight here, so that's another sort of 12.00. Also, I'll be so dead tomorrow...
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If asked, he would never admit what he was doing, but he'd sent Blaine a relationship request three hours ago, and why hadn't he accepted it? He knew Blaine got Facebook notifications on his phone, so it wasn't a matter of him not being online, and if he'd yet again misinterpreted that whole speech and the fact that they'd spent fifteen minutes kissing that afternoon instead of practicing their duet, he was going to just go crawl in a hole and die, once and for all.
Kurt refreshed the page one more time, and finally the little red number popped up in the upper left corner of his screen. The first item on his news feed was now "Blaine Anderson is in ( ... )
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He refreshed again. Blaine had only responded with ":D"
And fifteen minutes later, the notification was liked twelve times.
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I was just going to bed so I kind of dislike you. again. XD #howitalwaysgoes
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Ahum... Will try to fill this. =D
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That’s why he was surprised when two hours later when he woke up again, Blaine was sitting on the side of his bed, a Lima Bean cup in his hand, smiling.
“Yeah, well, if you can’t come to our coffee date, then I just bring our coffee date to you.”
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Blaine was lost for words seeing Kurt like this. He’s pretty sure he was just staring at his boyfriend and had been doing so for at least five minutes. Kurt didn’t seem to notice, though.
“… so because of the jacket and the boots, the leather pants just seemed to complete the outfit. And I already had the helmet so taking the motorbike was just unavoidable, besides, it’s been at my Dads shop for at least a week or so, nobody’s going to miss is, so I thought…”
Blaine didn’t really care what Kurt had done with or without permission. His boyfriend sitting in on a motorcycle with a leather jacket and his hair messed up was the hottest thing Blaine had ever seen and there was no way this combination was ever going to be returned.
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"Blaine, just let me do it!" Kurt said, picking up the liner and gently cradling Blaine's chin in his hands. He leaned closer and swiftly brought the pencil down and across both of Blaine's eyelids, then moved away with a self-satisfied grin. "There we go!"
"Mhh, thanks," Blaine said, instantly stepping forward and filling the space Kurt had just vacated, pressing a kiss to his lips.
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Thank you!!
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