Summary: Blaine Anderson’s only intention with changing skating clubs and coaches, was to better his chances of winning medals. But he finds himself drawn to his new club’s star skater and his rival on the ice, Kurt Hummel.
“I can’t believe I’ve never seen it like this,” Kurt murmurs, reaching across the back seat of the car to slip his fingertips into the curls around Blaine’s ear. Rachel and Finn, still buzzing over their prom court wins, are chattering away in front now that Rachel’s shock has worn off and she’s got her usual command of her tongue back. “A whole year together, best friends for longer, and I’ve never seen it. How did that happen?”
Blaine shrugs sheepishly, hiding an embarrassed grimace in the corner of his mouth as he says, “I’m good at hiding it. I should have copied you; a top hat was so smart to beat the gel ban.”
Kurt looks down at said top hat, resting in his lap since the car roof is too low for him to wear it. He runs a hand through his thick, mostly straight hair, which currently sits on top of his head in a tousled mess, a few locks falling over his forehead. “I could have gone without it,” he says, “if I really wanted to commit to this laid-back, rockstar aesthetic. Sometimes I can’t help adding a touch of dandy.”
“You’d still look good without it, though. You didn’t need a hat.” Blaine keeps patting his hair every few seconds like he doesn’t know he’s doing it.
“Neither do you, Blaine, you look amazing. You always look amazing.” Kurt unbuckles his seatbelt to move closer, slipping into the middle area of the seat and putting the top hat next to him.
“Kurt, seatbelt!” Finn yells, his crown slipping a little on his head as he looks into the rearview mirror. The seatbelt icon on the driver console started blinking and beeping as soon as Kurt moved seats. “They never let me drive the car, please, just be cool–”
“Relax, Finn, Jesus… I’m buckled in again, okay? Watch the road.”
Kurt shakes his head, more amused than annoyed, then turns back to his boyfriend. He scoots in as closely as possible, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s arm and resting his chin on Blaine’s shoulder to gaze adoringly at him. “I love your hair like this. What don’t you like about it?”
Blaine fidgets a bit in his seat, patting his hair again. “It’s so… big.”
“My hair is also big.” Kurt ruffles it, and as short, thick hair tends to do, most of the strands remain in an upward direction.
“We live in a Great Lakes state, Blaine. Humidity happens. But you could have learned to control the frizz by now if you’d just let it be.”
“It’s too curly.”
“White people told you that.”
Blaine snorts and doubles over laughing, as far as his seatbelt will allow. “Oh my god…”
Kurt giggles, reclaiming his spot against Blaine’s shoulder once he settles back again. “When Mercedes and I started hanging out, and I said something… without perspective, we’ll call it… that’s what she’d say.
Bright pink lipstick isn’t flattering on her? Coach Sue’s body restrictions for the Cheerios are reasonable?
The color ‘nude’ is a shade of peachy beige? ‘Kurt, baby, white people told you that.’”
“We don’t hang out with her enough anymore.”
“We really don’t. Anyway, those beauty ideals are bullshit, Blaine. You can have your curls and still be the most attractive guy I know. You are. AND,” Kurt says, wagging a finger in Blaine’s face as he opens his mouth to speak, “before you even go there, because I know you want to… That includes Cooper. Cooper’s hair doesn’t matter.”
Blaine searches Kurt’s eyes, his expression still a little hesitant. “Really?”
Kurt kisses Blaine’s temple and digs his hand deeper into Blaine’s curls. “It’s your body, so do what you want with it. But just know that I’m attracted to you no matter what, and I’d love to see you like this more often, if you’re okay with letting me.” He scoots in closer, putting his lips to Blaine’s ear, and whispers, “Maybe the next time we get a night alone, hmm?”
The feeling of Kurt’s fingers massaging his scalp and Kurt’s warm lips and breath on his ear sends a shiver down Blaine’s spine. When he finally looks over at him, he can’t deny it; Kurt looks like he wants to jump into his lap right then and there in the back of the car.
Blaine turns and puts his own hand into Kurt’s hair – a special treat for him, too, since Kurt is usually so fond of the world’s stiffest hairspray – and watches the way his eyes slide shut like a purring cat’s. “Okay, Kurt. I think we can work something out.”
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Glee Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson Additional Tags: Masturbation, Sex Toys Summary:
An old flame re-enters Kurt’s fantasies in a most unexpected way. AU after “Glease.”
A fill for the Blaine in the bubble bath photo. Loved it!
Is Kurt and Blaine in a Five Nights at Freddy’s AU:
a) something no one asked for b) more JigSue than anyone needs c) going to make @whatstheproblembaby cuss me out again d) something I’m writing, regardless of A & B and ESPECIALLY because of C e) all of the above?