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"I found a boy."
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rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueen
What: The morning after the night before
Where: Blaine & Puck's apartment
When: Sunday morning
Rating: PG
It was a soft snuffling sound and the way he stretched just a little bit against Blaine that alerted him to the fact Kurt was stirring and probably about to wake up. It wasn't early early in the morning by any means, but it was a cold one and the covers of his bed were serving as an extremely wonderful nest at the moment he was reluctant to get back up out of. He had woken probably an hour earlier desperate for a pee, and took the opportunity to brush his teeth while he was in the bathroom already. When he woke sleepily, the first thing he had become aware of was that he very much wasn't alone in the bed, which threw him right off for a few moments. He had never really shared a bed with anyone, save for the time he had gone on a road trip with Puck to a rock festival and the hotel mistook them for a couple and gave them a double room. So, to wake up with a body beside him was a new experience, because there had certainly been no snuggling with Puck that time.
This time, when Blaine woke gradually, he was a little disoriented but as he felt that his arm was wrapped securely around a toned very slender waist with a nice cushy butt pressed up against his groin, the events of the night before trickled back to him through the haze of sleepiness. He was in his bed, with Kurt, and was spooning him. Sure, they were fully clothed in their pyjamas but the spooning was blissful. Kurt was so cuddly, but clearly still fast asleep at the time. His breathing had been deep and even but he was completely still save for the rising and falling of his chest. Blaine had laid there for a long few minutes remembering the night before that lead to Kurt suggesting they hit the sack together rather than him take Blaine's bed and Blaine having the sofa like originally planned.
There had been a lot of making out on the sofa, then the deep-n-meaningful where... holy fuck... Kurt was a virgin too. After that, things took a more heated turn and there was groping, and heated kisses, touches, and it all ended in a mutual handjob that really didn't last all that long considering. It was a shared moment, and they were both okay in the wake of it, albeit flushed and a little bashful as they took turns going to the bathroom to clean up. After that, though, they finally got to the tea and settled back down on the sofa under the blanket to watch Princess Bride and Labyrinth simultaneously, the latter of which Blaine accidentally felt asleep on Kurt's shoulder during and drooled on the sleeve of his pyjamas (though Kurt was too discreet to point it out).
Kurt had woken him gently with a tiny shake and rubbed his arm, suggesting then that maybe it was bed time. Blaine had begun telling Kurt how to turn his bedside lamp on and off, and to be careful if he woke in the night because the door opened a weird way and he might bang his toe. Kurt had just hushed him, and then the sweet, but shy, suggestion that they had been cuddled up on the sofa together all night, so would it really be so different to go to sleep together in Blaine's bed. Blaine was onto it like wildfire, and that was exactly what happened. They were both really tired and it didn't take long to fall asleep, but now it was morning and Kurt was still there, and Blaine just thought it was the most awesome thing ever... save for getting handjob off the most gorgeous guy ever the night before.
Now that Kurt was stirring, Blaine rose up a little and pressed a kiss to his shoulder while he watched Kurt's eyelashes flutter. There was an expected moment of confused disorientation that passed over Kurt's sleepy face while he figured out that there was a body against him and that he wasn't in his own bed. "Morning, sleepyhead," Blaine greeted him affectionately and raked the tips of his fingers through Kurt's messy bedhair which Blaine was immediately in love with. At all other times, Kurt's hair had been perfection other than when he got drenched in the rain when he fell. Even then, though, he had swept it back somehow to still make it look stunning. "You've been sleeping soundly. Can I take that as a good sign?"
Kurt rubbed groggily at his eyes and only managed to give a small hum in response. His brain was still in the vestiges of a content sleep and his eyes didn't feel ready to open yet. Instead, he just smooshed his cheek back in against the pillow and enjoyed the feeling of Blaine's fingers stroking through his hair, and the warm body snuggled up behind him. He cuddled in bed a lot with his hags, but this was different. Way, way different. Something Kurt could very much get used to. It was a couple more minutes before he even responded, though Blaine seemed fine with the time lapse. "I'm not usually a morning person, you know," he finally murmured huskily with his voice still thick from sleep. He glanced over his shoulder with heavy-lidded gaze and faint smile at Blaine. "Mornin'. I hate to do this, but I need the bathroom, and stat."
"I'll keep your spot warm," Blaine promised, hoping Kurt would take that as the sign it was that Blaine wanted him to come back to snuggle. There was no way he wanted this over yet. He heard morning snuggles were the bomb, and so far, the evidence spoke loud and clear. But as Kurt uncurled himself from the warm cocoon and gave Blaine another smile before he shifted to the edge of the bed to get up, Blaine couldn't help but notice a distinct case of morning wood. Damn, that could be seriously fun, but maybe one day soon down the track they might find other ways to deal with that than Kurt escaping for a trip to the bathroom. Man, this was so surreal. He was waking up with a guy in his bed and there had been snuggling, and there was morning wood. Blaine's mind was basically completely blown right now, and fuck did Kurt look hot when he first woke up. He was all ruffled with a cute little crease up his cheek from the pillow and one of the top buttons of his pyjama top had popped open in his sleep and it had slipped down over his shoulder revealing a smooth sweep of skin at his collarbone. "You're not going to leave, are you?" he had to ask when a burst of uncertainty crept into his gut.
Kurt shook his head with a tired smile. "Just got to pee. I'll be back." He shoved his feet into Blaine's slippers that he spotted by the door so his feet wouldn't get cold and then pinched the shaggy red bathrobe from the back of the door. He didn't want to freeze his nuts off just to visit the bathroom. What he really wanted to do was stand there and drink in the sit of Blaine lying there with his curls all floppy over the top of his head in that warm bubble of blankets. This? Was exactly how he imagined all this should feel and to realise it wasn't just romantic fantasy in his mind was comforting. The bathroom trip was quick, a pee, wash his hands, and brush his teeth, where he nearly took his eye out because he was rushing so much and trying to check his morning appearance was too appalling in the mirror. He even managed to accidentally brush his tongue, but he got all that importance stuff out of the way quickly and was padding back to Blaine's room. Blaine hadn't moved, and he just held the covers back for Kurt to join him again. Kicking off the slippers and hanging the robe back up, Kurt darted back across the room to the large wooden bed and slipped back into it with a shiver. "It's freezing. This is supposed to be Miami!"
Blaine flopped the covers back over the both and immediately resumed his spot cuddling up to Kurt. This time, though, Kurt was lying on his back, so Blaine's arm and leg drapped around him while he tucked in all the covers to block off any potential draughty holes. He nuzzled Kurt's cheek with his nose and then trailed a soft line of kisses to his lips before just lying there gazing at his face and stroking his fingers back and forth across Kurt's cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked him softly around a smile. "You look cute when you're all sleepy. And you don't even snore."
A bubble of laughter escape Kurt and he looked at Blaine with a mix of affection and amusement. "So, it would be all over if I was a snorer, huh? Luckily I'm way more tolerant then," he teased and then nodded. "I'm fine... excellent, in fact. You're a very talented snuggler," he added, hugging at Blaine's arm that was wrapped over his chest.
"I don't snore!" Blaine protested indignantly and then there was a sheepish look complete with puppy eyes right up in Kurt's face, a blink for emphasis. "Do I? I can Google how to stop that if I do. I could have swore I don't snore, but I do sing in my sleep sometimes. Are you... saying you don't want this to be over?"
Those eyes, Kurt just knew they were going to be the death of him on a regular basis. But he met the gaze quietly for a few moments. "You don't snore, I was just teasing. There are worse things to do in your sleep than snore or sing though. But seriously, you sing in your sleep?" He laughed again, finding this one of the cutest things ever for some reason. He watched Blaine closely then, tongue wetting his lips when the gaze turned serious. "You were a Warbler, so your singing must be pretty awesome. Maybe you can sing for me sometime? I... I'm saying I don't want this to be over."
Blaine buried his face against Kurt's shoulder for a moment with a giggle. "Crap, if I farted in my sleep, please just pretend it never happened and I'm not completely lacking class on our first night together," he moaned, but he was laughing. He lifted his head again, but the laughter died down and he just gazed at Kurt in awe for a little while. His thumb traced over Kurt's lower lip as he mapped out the fine features of his face. He was so beautiful, and Blaine knew he had fallen so hard. He wanted more. He wanted Kurt officially. "I'll sing to you forever if you want me to. Do you want to make this you and me thing official? It's Valentine's Day on Tuesday. Maybe we could see to that Disneyworld thing and get a nice hotel up there for the night together...?"
There was only a slight hesitation, but for the pure and simple reason Kurt was just lost looking into Blaine's eyes. He nodded and then bit down on his lip after the warm tingly there of Blaine's soft touch. "You and me... official," he confirmed and sucked in a breath, letting it out quickly. "Holy fuck, I have a boyfriend?"
Blaine broke into a grin and grabbed Kurt face to pull him in for a kiss. "Holy fuck, we have boyfriends," he confirmed, planting his lips against Kurt's with a pleased little hum of appreciation. Suddenly, Valentine's Day felt like it was going to be the best day ever.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
rockstarwarbler and justbeingaqueenWhat: The morning after the night before
Where: Blaine & Puck's apartment
When: Sunday morning
Rating: PG
It was a soft snuffling sound and the way he stretched just a little bit against Blaine that alerted him to the fact Kurt was stirring and probably about to wake up. It wasn't early early in the morning by any means, but it was a cold one and the covers of his bed were serving as an extremely wonderful nest at the moment he was reluctant to get back up out of. He had woken probably an hour earlier desperate for a pee, and took the opportunity to brush his teeth while he was in the bathroom already. When he woke sleepily, the first thing he had become aware of was that he very much wasn't alone in the bed, which threw him right off for a few moments. He had never really shared a bed with anyone, save for the time he had gone on a road trip with Puck to a rock festival and the hotel mistook them for a couple and gave them a double room. So, to wake up with a body beside him was a new experience, because there had certainly been no snuggling with Puck that time.
This time, when Blaine woke gradually, he was a little disoriented but as he felt that his arm was wrapped securely around a toned very slender waist with a nice cushy butt pressed up against his groin, the events of the night before trickled back to him through the haze of sleepiness. He was in his bed, with Kurt, and was spooning him. Sure, they were fully clothed in their pyjamas but the spooning was blissful. Kurt was so cuddly, but clearly still fast asleep at the time. His breathing had been deep and even but he was completely still save for the rising and falling of his chest. Blaine had laid there for a long few minutes remembering the night before that lead to Kurt suggesting they hit the sack together rather than him take Blaine's bed and Blaine having the sofa like originally planned.
There had been a lot of making out on the sofa, then the deep-n-meaningful where... holy fuck... Kurt was a virgin too. After that, things took a more heated turn and there was groping, and heated kisses, touches, and it all ended in a mutual handjob that really didn't last all that long considering. It was a shared moment, and they were both okay in the wake of it, albeit flushed and a little bashful as they took turns going to the bathroom to clean up. After that, though, they finally got to the tea and settled back down on the sofa under the blanket to watch Princess Bride and Labyrinth simultaneously, the latter of which Blaine accidentally felt asleep on Kurt's shoulder during and drooled on the sleeve of his pyjamas (though Kurt was too discreet to point it out).
Kurt had woken him gently with a tiny shake and rubbed his arm, suggesting then that maybe it was bed time. Blaine had begun telling Kurt how to turn his bedside lamp on and off, and to be careful if he woke in the night because the door opened a weird way and he might bang his toe. Kurt had just hushed him, and then the sweet, but shy, suggestion that they had been cuddled up on the sofa together all night, so would it really be so different to go to sleep together in Blaine's bed. Blaine was onto it like wildfire, and that was exactly what happened. They were both really tired and it didn't take long to fall asleep, but now it was morning and Kurt was still there, and Blaine just thought it was the most awesome thing ever... save for getting handjob off the most gorgeous guy ever the night before.
Now that Kurt was stirring, Blaine rose up a little and pressed a kiss to his shoulder while he watched Kurt's eyelashes flutter. There was an expected moment of confused disorientation that passed over Kurt's sleepy face while he figured out that there was a body against him and that he wasn't in his own bed. "Morning, sleepyhead," Blaine greeted him affectionately and raked the tips of his fingers through Kurt's messy bedhair which Blaine was immediately in love with. At all other times, Kurt's hair had been perfection other than when he got drenched in the rain when he fell. Even then, though, he had swept it back somehow to still make it look stunning. "You've been sleeping soundly. Can I take that as a good sign?"
Kurt rubbed groggily at his eyes and only managed to give a small hum in response. His brain was still in the vestiges of a content sleep and his eyes didn't feel ready to open yet. Instead, he just smooshed his cheek back in against the pillow and enjoyed the feeling of Blaine's fingers stroking through his hair, and the warm body snuggled up behind him. He cuddled in bed a lot with his hags, but this was different. Way, way different. Something Kurt could very much get used to. It was a couple more minutes before he even responded, though Blaine seemed fine with the time lapse. "I'm not usually a morning person, you know," he finally murmured huskily with his voice still thick from sleep. He glanced over his shoulder with heavy-lidded gaze and faint smile at Blaine. "Mornin'. I hate to do this, but I need the bathroom, and stat."
"I'll keep your spot warm," Blaine promised, hoping Kurt would take that as the sign it was that Blaine wanted him to come back to snuggle. There was no way he wanted this over yet. He heard morning snuggles were the bomb, and so far, the evidence spoke loud and clear. But as Kurt uncurled himself from the warm cocoon and gave Blaine another smile before he shifted to the edge of the bed to get up, Blaine couldn't help but notice a distinct case of morning wood. Damn, that could be seriously fun, but maybe one day soon down the track they might find other ways to deal with that than Kurt escaping for a trip to the bathroom. Man, this was so surreal. He was waking up with a guy in his bed and there had been snuggling, and there was morning wood. Blaine's mind was basically completely blown right now, and fuck did Kurt look hot when he first woke up. He was all ruffled with a cute little crease up his cheek from the pillow and one of the top buttons of his pyjama top had popped open in his sleep and it had slipped down over his shoulder revealing a smooth sweep of skin at his collarbone. "You're not going to leave, are you?" he had to ask when a burst of uncertainty crept into his gut.
Kurt shook his head with a tired smile. "Just got to pee. I'll be back." He shoved his feet into Blaine's slippers that he spotted by the door so his feet wouldn't get cold and then pinched the shaggy red bathrobe from the back of the door. He didn't want to freeze his nuts off just to visit the bathroom. What he really wanted to do was stand there and drink in the sit of Blaine lying there with his curls all floppy over the top of his head in that warm bubble of blankets. This? Was exactly how he imagined all this should feel and to realise it wasn't just romantic fantasy in his mind was comforting. The bathroom trip was quick, a pee, wash his hands, and brush his teeth, where he nearly took his eye out because he was rushing so much and trying to check his morning appearance was too appalling in the mirror. He even managed to accidentally brush his tongue, but he got all that importance stuff out of the way quickly and was padding back to Blaine's room. Blaine hadn't moved, and he just held the covers back for Kurt to join him again. Kicking off the slippers and hanging the robe back up, Kurt darted back across the room to the large wooden bed and slipped back into it with a shiver. "It's freezing. This is supposed to be Miami!"
Blaine flopped the covers back over the both and immediately resumed his spot cuddling up to Kurt. This time, though, Kurt was lying on his back, so Blaine's arm and leg drapped around him while he tucked in all the covers to block off any potential draughty holes. He nuzzled Kurt's cheek with his nose and then trailed a soft line of kisses to his lips before just lying there gazing at his face and stroking his fingers back and forth across Kurt's cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked him softly around a smile. "You look cute when you're all sleepy. And you don't even snore."
A bubble of laughter escape Kurt and he looked at Blaine with a mix of affection and amusement. "So, it would be all over if I was a snorer, huh? Luckily I'm way more tolerant then," he teased and then nodded. "I'm fine... excellent, in fact. You're a very talented snuggler," he added, hugging at Blaine's arm that was wrapped over his chest.
"I don't snore!" Blaine protested indignantly and then there was a sheepish look complete with puppy eyes right up in Kurt's face, a blink for emphasis. "Do I? I can Google how to stop that if I do. I could have swore I don't snore, but I do sing in my sleep sometimes. Are you... saying you don't want this to be over?"
Those eyes, Kurt just knew they were going to be the death of him on a regular basis. But he met the gaze quietly for a few moments. "You don't snore, I was just teasing. There are worse things to do in your sleep than snore or sing though. But seriously, you sing in your sleep?" He laughed again, finding this one of the cutest things ever for some reason. He watched Blaine closely then, tongue wetting his lips when the gaze turned serious. "You were a Warbler, so your singing must be pretty awesome. Maybe you can sing for me sometime? I... I'm saying I don't want this to be over."
Blaine buried his face against Kurt's shoulder for a moment with a giggle. "Crap, if I farted in my sleep, please just pretend it never happened and I'm not completely lacking class on our first night together," he moaned, but he was laughing. He lifted his head again, but the laughter died down and he just gazed at Kurt in awe for a little while. His thumb traced over Kurt's lower lip as he mapped out the fine features of his face. He was so beautiful, and Blaine knew he had fallen so hard. He wanted more. He wanted Kurt officially. "I'll sing to you forever if you want me to. Do you want to make this you and me thing official? It's Valentine's Day on Tuesday. Maybe we could see to that Disneyworld thing and get a nice hotel up there for the night together...?"
There was only a slight hesitation, but for the pure and simple reason Kurt was just lost looking into Blaine's eyes. He nodded and then bit down on his lip after the warm tingly there of Blaine's soft touch. "You and me... official," he confirmed and sucked in a breath, letting it out quickly. "Holy fuck, I have a boyfriend?"
Blaine broke into a grin and grabbed Kurt face to pull him in for a kiss. "Holy fuck, we have boyfriends," he confirmed, planting his lips against Kurt's with a pleased little hum of appreciation. Suddenly, Valentine's Day felt like it was going to be the best day ever.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE