✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss
Kurt walked quickly on tip-toe, although he had no real need to sneak since everyone in the room was shouting at the top of their lungs. He pounced quickly, throwing his arms around Dave’s waist before snapping a plastic, party hat on the boy’s head. Obnoxiously, Kurt blew a party horn near Dave’s ear, giggling as he did so. The party guests had begun the count down, yelling loudly over the ball drop playing on the television. “You have to kiss me.” Kurt beamed, not yet drunk, but certainly a little tipsy. “I won’t even mind if your mouth tastes like vodka.” Kurt tugged on Dave’s jacket sleeve until he turned around so he could press their chests together. “Four.” Kurt joined in on the countdown, slipping his arms around Dave’s neck, “Three.” He leaned in so their lips were nearly touching, “Two….” As everyone cheered, Kurt pressed his lips against, David’s, lacing his fingers through Dave’s short hair. They locked lips for a few seconds more before Kurt pulled away to yank Dave into the hallway’s coat closet.