1SM fill: Nailpolish
For this prompt on the kb_holidays Thanksgiving 1 Sentence Meme:
Something with Blaine wearing polish on his toes. (Think of the mentality in Blaine in ladies undies type fic. No one knows it’s there, but it makes him feel more confident, more put together.)
Kurt catches a glimpse one day.
(Probably not what the OP wanted, this is more fluffy, but what the heck. It was fun to write)
They were sitting at the kitchen table, books spread all around them. They were studying for their upcoming history exam and had decided to use the kitchen as some sort of a buffer. Burt and Carole were just a room away watching television so there was absolutely no way they could get into any shenanigans (like making out on Kurt’s bed) while studying.
Kurt flipped back and forth in his history textbook, trying to find the specific passage on the use of mustard gas in World War II (which his teacher had majorly hinted would be on the exam in an essay-type question). Blaine was humming a mindless tune under his breath and was colour coding some of his notes with yellow and pink highlighters. He was doing some sort of restless dance, tapping his fingers and wiggling around in his seat. Blaine wasn’t much of a studier (Kurt wishes for his photographic memory at least once a week) and he was prone to be completely and utterly distracting.
Kurt was just about to snap at his boyfriend to cool his jets (he was using his highlighters as drumsticks for god sakes), when Blaine lost his grip and whipped the highlighter across the table, which consequently managed to bounce off the dishwasher behind Kurt and roll under the table).
“Uh, Kurt. Can you get that for me?” Blaine asked sheepishly.
Kurt rolled his eyes, “Not unless you promise to stay quiet over there. Some of us actually need to study to do well on exams, Mr. Anderson.”
“I promise,” said Blaine, placing his hands over his heart, widening his eyes playfully.
Kurt laughed at his boyfriend’s goofy face and pushed his chair back so he could reach under the table. He spotted the yellow highlighter wedged under one of the table legs, which Blaine could have easily reached. Kurt sighed and got off of the chair to crawl under the table. As he reached towards the highlighter, something shiny caught his eyes.
“Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath. Blaine had kicked his boat shoes off in the midst of studying. Blaine’s feet were right in front of his face and his toenails…Where they purple?
Kurt crawled closer to his boyfriend’s feet. He peered at his toenails closely. Yes, they were definitely painted a shiny shade of plum.
“Blaine…” Kurt called out warily from under the table.
“Kurt? Did you find the highlighter? You’ve been down there for a while.”
Kurt grabbed the highlighter and crawled out from underneath the table.
“Blaine, why are your toenails painted purple?” Kurt asked, trying not to laugh.
Blaine flushed pink to the tips of his ears in a matter of seconds.
“Oh…um…T-tina did them for me,” he stuttered. “When I went over there a couple of days ago to work on our English project.”
“And you just decided to let her paint your toenails? I don’t even let them paint my toenails, Blaine.”
“I saw the colour on her dresser and I really liked it okay?” said Blaine, defensively.
Kurt laughed, “Blaine, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal, I just didn’t expect that from you. What’s so special about purple, anyways?”
“The colour is close to the colour of the dress shirt you wore in New York with a fur jacket. I remember you sending me a picture and all I could think about was how good you looked in that shirt. It just reminds me of you, that’s all.”
Kurt got up from his chair and walked around the table to where Blaine was sitting. He wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and squeezed.
“Never would I have ever thought that nail polish could be so romantic,” he whispered into Blaine’s ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
It took an hour for the flush in Blaine’s face to go away.
Something with Blaine wearing polish on his toes. (Think of the mentality in Blaine in ladies undies type fic. No one knows it’s there, but it makes him feel more confident, more put together.)
Kurt catches a glimpse one day.
(Probably not what the OP wanted, this is more fluffy, but what the heck. It was fun to write)
They were sitting at the kitchen table, books spread all around them. They were studying for their upcoming history exam and had decided to use the kitchen as some sort of a buffer. Burt and Carole were just a room away watching television so there was absolutely no way they could get into any shenanigans (like making out on Kurt’s bed) while studying.
Kurt flipped back and forth in his history textbook, trying to find the specific passage on the use of mustard gas in World War II (which his teacher had majorly hinted would be on the exam in an essay-type question). Blaine was humming a mindless tune under his breath and was colour coding some of his notes with yellow and pink highlighters. He was doing some sort of restless dance, tapping his fingers and wiggling around in his seat. Blaine wasn’t much of a studier (Kurt wishes for his photographic memory at least once a week) and he was prone to be completely and utterly distracting.
Kurt was just about to snap at his boyfriend to cool his jets (he was using his highlighters as drumsticks for god sakes), when Blaine lost his grip and whipped the highlighter across the table, which consequently managed to bounce off the dishwasher behind Kurt and roll under the table).
“Uh, Kurt. Can you get that for me?” Blaine asked sheepishly.
Kurt rolled his eyes, “Not unless you promise to stay quiet over there. Some of us actually need to study to do well on exams, Mr. Anderson.”
“I promise,” said Blaine, placing his hands over his heart, widening his eyes playfully.
Kurt laughed at his boyfriend’s goofy face and pushed his chair back so he could reach under the table. He spotted the yellow highlighter wedged under one of the table legs, which Blaine could have easily reached. Kurt sighed and got off of the chair to crawl under the table. As he reached towards the highlighter, something shiny caught his eyes.
“Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath. Blaine had kicked his boat shoes off in the midst of studying. Blaine’s feet were right in front of his face and his toenails…Where they purple?
Kurt crawled closer to his boyfriend’s feet. He peered at his toenails closely. Yes, they were definitely painted a shiny shade of plum.
“Blaine…” Kurt called out warily from under the table.
“Kurt? Did you find the highlighter? You’ve been down there for a while.”
Kurt grabbed the highlighter and crawled out from underneath the table.
“Blaine, why are your toenails painted purple?” Kurt asked, trying not to laugh.
Blaine flushed pink to the tips of his ears in a matter of seconds.
“Oh…um…T-tina did them for me,” he stuttered. “When I went over there a couple of days ago to work on our English project.”
“And you just decided to let her paint your toenails? I don’t even let them paint my toenails, Blaine.”
“I saw the colour on her dresser and I really liked it okay?” said Blaine, defensively.
Kurt laughed, “Blaine, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal, I just didn’t expect that from you. What’s so special about purple, anyways?”
“The colour is close to the colour of the dress shirt you wore in New York with a fur jacket. I remember you sending me a picture and all I could think about was how good you looked in that shirt. It just reminds me of you, that’s all.”
Kurt got up from his chair and walked around the table to where Blaine was sitting. He wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and squeezed.
“Never would I have ever thought that nail polish could be so romantic,” he whispered into Blaine’s ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
It took an hour for the flush in Blaine’s face to go away.