summary :: reader has a nightmare so kurt let them sleep in his bed and in the morning reader wakes up and takes time to admire kurt while he sleeps.
a/n :: the summary sounded low-key creepy and stalker-ish lol but i promise u guys it’s not quite. *i love this adorable baby blueberry so much i can go on and on about him but nobody would let me :(*
the sun shone through the thick curtains and illuminated your and kurt’s shared room. it was too early to wake up but you knew that if you went back to sleep, you’ll probably gonna sleep through breakfast and lunch so you decided against it. you moved to your side and a smile ghosted on your lips as you came face to face with a sleeping kurt. you noticed that you were staring and thought about how rude it might appear but you just couldn’t help it. seeing kurt so peacefully asleep was a sight you could admire for hours.
from the moment you saw those eyes you were immediately invested by him. you knew from that moment on that those yellow eyes that slowly turn amber then to a velvet red color every time he sees you will soon be the death of you. it didn’t stop there though, as if his eyes were not enough to make you weak at the knees, you also admired the religious scars that he etched on his captivating blue skin on purpose. he was just perfect.
kurt’s hand was draped over your stomach and he nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck as you sat. his hair was covering half of his face as he slept and you brushed some of them back. you could see his eyelashes merely a millimeter away from touching his high cheekbones. his scars were everywhere - and you weren’t trying to romanticize them but they were truly beautiful.
your fingertips brushed over his forehead down to his nose and you watched as it scrunched. he was waking up. but you just traced along his scars from his cheek and stopped at his lips; they were soft and you had to fight yourself back from crashing yours onto them. stealing a kiss had always been rude.
“you’re like the moon and the stars,” you whispered softly to him. “this world doesn’t deserve such beauty.”
and for the first time ever in kurt’s life, he accepted his appearance because he knew that no matter how he looked, you will always see not only the charm that he didn’t believe he had but most importantly, you will always see the good in him - and that was all that he needed.
“Let Riko be King,“ Kevin said, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. "Most coveted, most protected. He’ll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?” Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. “I’m going to be the deadliest piece on the board.” “Queen,” Andrew said somewhere behind Neil. - Nora Sakavic, The King’s Men (All for the Game, #3)
“Oi mate watch where you’re going!” Michael shouted as a random passerby walked straight into you causing you to stumble back a little.
“You talking to me?” Came a gruff voice in return as the passerby stopped passing by and began approaching the pair of you.
“Stand behind me love.” He spoke quietly into your ear. “I think this is going to get nasty.”
Just as the stranger began to aggressively square up to Michael, you snapped, deciding to take matters into your own hands.
Stepping from behind your boyfriend, you grabbed ahold of the man by the collar and pulled him down to your level taking him completely by surprise.
“Yes he was talking to you and now it’s my turn. It’s time you start opening your goddamn eyes, today is your lucky day because I’m going to allow you to walk away with full use of all your limbs but should you start causing trouble for us then you’re not going to be so lucky. Sí comprende?” You sassed while cocking you eyebrow.
“Who the hell….” The man attempted to answer before you kneed him straight in the Crown Jewels causing him to keel over.
“Lets go.” You said, grabbing Michael by the hand hoping to get away before he recovered enough.
“Ok, wow that was just amazing not to mention sexy as hell!” He growls in arousal as he begins to nibble at your ear.
“If only you knew what I’m really capable of.” You teased, kissing him before running into your house, leaving Michael to contemplate that further.
Lighting up a cigarette he stands there replaying the events over again in his head.
“I think I’m in love with a goddess.”
I smoothed out my purple plaid button down shirt with a sigh.
“You wook gorgeous Aunt Y/N!” Eleanor said happily from my bed.
She was dressing Mr. Floppy up for his own date with Barbie.
“Doesn’t Mr. Floppy wook hamsome?” she asked, turning the bunny towards me.
I smiled at her through the mirror, “Yea he does, Ellie,”
She bounced on the bed, giving the rabbit a hug.
The doorbell rang making Eleanor squeal, “I gots it!”
Her giggles echoed down the hallway as she ran to the door.
I watched as she jumped up and turned the handle.
“Patwick!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his leg.
I came down the hall, pausing when I saw Patrick.
His smile widened when he looked up at me and I couldn’t help the deep blush that I felt heating up my cheeks.
“Hey Sweetheart,” he greeted.
“Hi,” my voice was barely a whisper.
Clearing my throat, I came closer, ready to grab Ellie who was still attached to Patrick’s leg.
Before I could reach her, he brought a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.
“For you,” he said.
I blinked, not expecting that at all. Even the other men that I had dated never brought me a single flower.
“Oh wow… Thank you,” bringing the mixed bouquet to my nose, I inhaled their fresh scent.
“No problem…. and for you!”
Patrick gave Ellie two daisies.
She gasped and took the flowers. Spinning around, she failed at whispering as she cupped her hand on the side of her mouth, “He’s defwinitely a keeper Aunt Y/N!”
Patrick blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Let him in, Ellie,” I laughed.
Taking my flowers to the kitchen for a vase, I heard Patrick and Ellie following me, “I’m just waiting for the sitter,”
Just as I said that, my cell rang.
“Hello? Oh? No, no, that’s fine… Alright Mrs. Grady… Yes Ma'am. You have a good night too,” I ended the call.
“Everything okay?” Patrick asked.
“Eh… the sitter isn’t coming. She’s sick. I’m sorry, Patrick.”
Ellie pouted, hugging her bunny.
Patrick perked up, picking Ellie up and resting her on his hip, “No worries Doll face! I get to take two lovely ladies out tonight!”
Ellie cheered, wriggling out of his grasp.
“Imma go get changed!”
When Ellie was in her room, Patrick came around the island and put his hands on my arms, “I don’t mind, so not a word,”
I laughed, smacking his arm in jest.
“You look great, by the way,” he said in all seriousness.
“You do to,” I replied, pushing my glasses up.
He surprised me when he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek.
Immediately my eyes closed at the feel of his smooth lips.
“I’m weady!” Ellie yelled from her room.
I felt his breathy laugh against my face and I couldn’t help but to bite my lip.
Taking my hand, Patrick led us to the door where he helped us with our coats.
“Ready?” he asked.
We both nodded, following him out the door.
Eleanor was enthralled with the movie that we were watching. We were the only ones in the theater and with this being her first film that she’d ever seen on the big screen, she was absolutely hypnotized.
Her eyes were wide with awe as the princess danced and sang with the live objects of the house.
I was in awe with Patrick. He had chosen the movie and even though it was geared towards kids, his choice didn’t feel forced.
I had tried to let Eleanor sit in between us, but she wasn’t having that. She did sit next to me though. She hugged Mr. Floppy, swaying in her seat to the music.
“You’re doing really great with her,” Patrick whispered in my ear.
Turning my head from the movie, I gave Patrick a smile, “Thank you.”
He grinned, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me to him. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then whispered in my ear once more, “Is this okay?”
Strangely enough, it was, “Yes,”
“Okay,” he said, giving me a squeeze.
During the rest of the film, Patrick held me close, occasionally resting his lips on my temple. I literally could not remember the last time that I had felt this comfortable with someone.
Once it ended, we gathered our things and put our coats back on.
“The pwince was so womantic!” Eleanor gushed.
I had been staring at Patrick, “Yes he was,”
He winked at me and I realized that I had said that out loud.
Eleanor wrapped a small hand around two of Patrick’s fingers, holding on tightly. He put an arm around me, holding me close as we began to walk down the sidewalk.
“How about some grub, ladies?”
We both agreed with Patrick, our tummies growling.
Just as I was about to sit down next to Eleanor, she placed Mr. Floppy down, “Nu uh Aunt Y/N! This is a date and you sit with Patwick,”
Patrick laughed and I raised a brow at her bossy tone, “Is that so?”
Eleanor nodded her head, giving a toothless grin, “Yup!”
Shaking my head, I scooched in next to Patrick, close enough that our thighs were touching.
A young, skinny waitress came to the table, turning the flirt on when she saw Patrick. Both Eleanor and I rolled our eyes.
She completely ignored us, though. “What can I get you, sir?”
He caught on, but he was as smooth as ever. Looking over to Eleanor, he asked her, “What do you want to eat, Ellie Honey?”
Eleanor glared at the waitress, “Mac and cheese,”
Grabbing my hand and putting his other on my thigh, Patrick looked right at me, “What about you, baby?”
I blushed, “Um, double bacon burger, well done and fries,”
Giving my thigh a squeeze, he then looked at the waitress, “I’ll have the same,”
She jotted down our order and licked her lips at Patrick, “Be right out.”
“Wude!” Ellie scoffed.
I snorted and laughed, then looked at Patrick, “Baby, huh?”
He raised a brow, “Problem?”
I gave him a wink, “Not at all.”
He ran a finger over my jaw, “Good,”
Dinner was great and we were stuffed. Eleanor was ready for bed, her yawning and bleary eyes getting itchy.
As soon as we got home, Patrick helped me get Eleanor inside and into bed.
“Good night, Ellie,” he said, kissing her forehead.
She was out before I could even say good night.
“I had fun tonight,” I told him, once we were back in the living room.
“Do you think… you would want to go out again?” I asked him, leaning against the wall near the door.
“Of course,” he replied, coming closer to me.
His hands went to my waist as he bit his bottom lip, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”
“Not at all,”
Cupping my cheek and pulling my body from the wall, he held me as his lips slowly and gently moved over mine.
His lips were firm as he pulled back and connected with slow caresses.
I moaned softly, my fingers threading into his hair.
His kisses were quiet, only a slight pecking sound when he would pull back. With his lips hovering just above mine, he whispered, “You’re something else, Y/N,”
“I can say the same about you,”
I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me. Patrick’s hold on me became firmer the more our kiss intensified.
I knew that when I moaned, that this needed to end before we slept together.
He pulled back one last time with a gasp, resting his forehead on mine, “I’m sorry,”
Our breaths mingled together, “Don’t be… I just don’t want to ruin this,”
He pushed some hair behind my ear, “Me either, Y/N.”
Patrick continued to whisper as did I; we didn’t want to bust our little bubble, “I better go,”
“Okay… Call me?”
His hand splayed over my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw, “I’ll stop by tomorrow if that’s alright?”
I smiled, “It is,”
“See you, Sweetheart,”
With one last, extremely soft peck, Patrick left, closing the door quietly behind him.