I still think it’s weird how you almost can’t tell who is Kurt’s fiancé and who is a former classmate. I mean, they haven’t seen each other for quite some time, you’d think the Klaine-hug would last *longer* than the one between Kurt and Sam. Thank you, Darren, for sneaking in that kiss on the cheek
Blaine profoundly dislikes Kurt’s bed. Set during 5x06 (“Movin’ Out”).
Squeak squeak squeak.
Blaine freezes at the sound. It takes more willpower than he’d care to admit; he missed Kurt’s ass terribly and the occasional glimpse over Skype doesn’t substitute for reality. He knows he heard something, though, other than Kurt’s heavy breathing through his mouth clamped shut to muffle the sound. Kurt makes his share of high squeaky noises in moments like this, but Blaine knows them all. He’s pretty sure Kurt wouldn’t develop new sex noises in the relatively brief amount of time they’ve had to spend apart between the proposal and Blaine’s visit. If Kurt were to develop new sex noises, they’d be when Blaine was around to remember them.
Blaine buzzes for a solid two hours after his audition–quick to smile and radiating excitement. He hadn’t been able to eat much that morning so they go get Mexican food afterwards at this tiny little taqueria near the loft with chipped green tabletops and black-and-white tiled floors.
Kurt orders at the counter for them while Blaine claims a table, and they gorge themselves on tacos and tostadas, talking and laughing at each other as they try every single variety from the salsa bar, leaving their plates with smears of red and green, like little Christmas paintings. Blaine tries to write their initials and a heart in the salsa with a piece of a chip, making Kurt giggle and flirt shamelessly with him.
By the time they get home, they are both fat and happy, the air between them mellowing into something quieter and more sweet. Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt from behind when they get into the bedroom, melting into his back.