tattoo (not sure if this has been said before)
it hasn’t! which is wild, considering one of them actually has one lol
so how about the first time Blaine sees the infamous tat?
“It’s Got Bette Midler?”
Blaine is doubled over behind him, his forehead pressed up between Kurt’s shoulderblades as he shakes with laughter. He’s propping himself up with one arm on the bed while Kurt sits shirtless and cross-legged in front of him.
“My tattoo artist thought of it.” Kurt says, rolling his eyes. “It’s random enough to be funny, but still relevant to my interests. Don’t you think?”
Blaine’s fingers grip Kurt’s shoulders as he pulls himself upright. He rubs a gentle thumb over the tattoo, mindful of Kurt’s still-healing skin. “What’s got Bette Midler, though? Hocus Pocus? The First Wives Club? Beaches?”
“Or… is it you? Do you have Bette Midler somewhere, Kurt?”
“Blaine!” Kurt’s cheeks begin to color in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. “Is it really that terrible?”
“I’m… s-so–” Blaine loses it again, dissolving into giggles as he leans back and laughs at the ceiling.
The embarrassment takes over, Kurt retrieving his soft blue hoodie from the floor and slipping it on over his head. “I know it’s a stupid tattoo, but… I thought it was funny. And not in the way you seem to think it is.” Kurt can see them both in the full-length mirror in the corner of his room, Blaine laughing behind him as he stares at himself. His affection for Blaine betrays his irritation for a moment, as he can’t help but notice how beautiful Blaine’s smile is and how cute those little crinkles at the corners of his eyes are when he laughs.
Kurt makes a show of fixing his hair after the hoodie has disheveled it, though he looks away from the mirror where his bright red ears and cheeks are so apparent.
Blaine’s laughter quickly peters out, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed with concern. “Kurt, no, that’s not why I was laughing.” He crawls up behind Kurt again on his knees and wraps his arms around his neck. “I agree with you, and I think it’s brilliant. That’s why I was laughing.”
“Not at you. Never at you.”
Kurt suddenly feels silly for being so sensitive about it. He knows damn well that Blaine doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. “Sorry, I’m just… I couldn’t believe I did that in the first place, you know? The original tattoo was only misspelled because of my mistake, not the artist’s. I failed so hard at rebelling.”
“What were you rebelling against?” Blaine hooks his chin over Kurt’s shoulder and nuzzles into his neck, careful not to press too hard against Kurt’s back.
“…Myself? I just wanted to shake things up.”
“Then you rebelled perfectly, if you think about it. You went in with a plan, and then you changed that plan, even if it wasn’t on purpose. You shook up the shake-up.”
Kurt snorts, doubling over himself as he reaches up and clutches Blaine’s arms around his shoulders. “That’s barely logic.”
“Whatever. You try to form a real argument when your fiance goes and gets all tatted up and pierced and surprises you like this.”
He nips at Kurt’s earlobe, and Kurt shivers in his arms.
“I have a thing for… all of this, you know,” Blaine continues, loosening his grip so he can slide off the bed and stand in front of Kurt.
“I know.” Kurt levels him with a steady glare, smirking as he opens his mouth and slides the shiny silver bar in his tongue against his teeth. He rests his hands on Blaine’s hips and leans forward, pressing his face to Blaine’s belly and licking a circle around his navel, sending hot/cold tingles across his skin as the metal drags against it.
“Fuck,” Blaine whispers, scooting back onto the bed by straddling Kurt’s lap. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to keep that?”
“Uh-huh,” Kurt says, moving his bar-tongued focus up to Blaine’s nipples.
“But… oh, I– I really like it, Kurt.”
“I’m a rebel, babe. I don’t do things just because other people want me to.”
Blaine laughs again, though it’s mostly the shock of the sensation than anything else. His breath hitches a second later, his fingers going into Kurt’s hair as he gasps, “You are. With – hunhh – with or without this stuff, I’ve always thought that was so hot.”
Kurt pulls back for a moment to look at Blaine’s face. His big hazel eyes are glazing over with lust, his lips open around his stuttering breaths. Kurt can feel Blaine’s fingers twitching in his hair as he tries not to just push Kurt’s face against him again.
“Well, then… let’s make the most of it while I do have it, hmm?” Kurt runs his tongue over his bottom lip, making sure the bar is visible as he tilts his face up and waits.
A huge, mischievous grin splits across Blaine’s face, his hips bucking a little in Kurt’s lap as he gets comfortable. Then he leans in and kisses him, immediately slipping his tongue into Kurt’s mouth to play with his piercing.
He’s still giggling, exhilarated, when they fall onto the bed together a moment later.