Marti. 20. Italian. Irishsoul. U2Lover. Gleek. Nerd. Jedi. Pirate. Whovian. Sweetie. Dreamer. Fanfiction addicted. Fanwriter. Fangirl. Perv.
Come here, I wanna hug you.
I'm also IrishMarti, if you fancy.Tried to avoid writing something about the new possible spoilers…my brain failed me :P
*Kurt takes a sharp breath as he stands in the East Lima High parking lot, hovering next to Dave Karofsky’s truck. The crowds of students had started to pour out shortly after the last bell had rung, but ten minutes on, Kurt was beginning to think he may have had the wrong school, until he saw a familiar figure approach*
Dave: *in genuine confusion* I’m not trying to be weird or anything, but are you waiting for me?
Kurt: *nods* Yes.
Dave: Right…
*Dave shuffles on his feet slightly before shoving his hands in his pockets. Kurt can see he’s nervous but he can’t bring himself to say anything just yet*
The doorbell rang, and Blaine’s attention was pulled away from the movie. Slowly, he leaned forward and off Kurt’s chest, his hand squeezing his knee. “I’ll go see who it is,” he answered, as Kurt just nodded back. Getting up, he grabbed his sweater and went down the stairs of their stylish town house to answer the door.
It was cold outside, and Blaine hugged himself before the door fully opened. Before him, Sebastian stood there, with a large card in his hands that read: “Say it’s the neighbor.” Blaine frowned, before he heard Kurt scream from upstairs, asking who it was, and suddenly he understood.
“It’s just Mrs. Rogers!” he called up, before turning back to Sebastian. Raising his eyebrows expectantly, Blaine waited to see what the guy he hadn’t seen since Kurt and his’s wedding reception. He leaned against the door, and blinked as he looked him over. Handsome as ever.
With a smile, Sebastian switched the cards, writing out a message as he kept flipping “With any luck, by next year. I’ll be going out with one of these guys.” A collage of sexy, shirtless men appeared on the next card, and Blaine couldn’t help but shake his head a bit and chuckle. It was good to know he wasn’t any different.
Sebastian looked at him, before he flipped the next card. Blaine licked his lips and read, “But for now, let me just say, without any hope or agenda.” His eyes lifted from the card, to Sebastian’s face as he waited for him to keep going. What was he trying to say?
His face seemed amused by Blaine’s expression, and Blaine could on wait until he flipped the next card. What was Sebastian doing to him, after all these years? His breath was taken back, and he literally jolted his head back as he read. “To me, you are perfect.”
But he kept his head down as he flipped the card, and Blaine’s eyes went wide as soon as he saw the next message that displayed itself as he continued to move the cards. “And my wasted heart will love you until you look like this…”
Despite the fact that Sebastian looked up expectantly, Blaine was too busy laughing at the picture of a mummy Sebastian had used as an example. He didn’t catch the look of nervousness on Sebastian’s face as he laughed.
But as he lifted his head and looked at him, waiting to see if there was more, or if Sebastian had anything else to say, all he got was one of his classic smiles. He winked at him, just like he had all those years ago, and nodded his head before he turned around and started walking. Blaine stood at his own doorstep, biting his lip hard. The wink was playful, and Blaine knew it meant more than just Sebastian playing around. He didn’t know that it was an insecurity thing, but something inside of Blaine knew Sebastian wasn’t playing around. He knew that had been a big moment for the play boy.
With a sigh, Blaine ran after him, not even bothering to call out his name. Stopping him with a hand to his shoulder, Blaine got on the tips of his toes as he grabbed Sebastian’s hands and kissed him softly, but lovingly. It was over in a moment, and they both sighed as they parted. But the look that passed between them as they moved apart was unmistakable. Blaine knew he was a married man, and that that kiss was all they would ever have.
*Dave walks towards his dormroom and notices Kurt standing outside the door*
Dave: *grins* You been standing there for two weeks?
Kurt: *narrows his eyes* You very well know that I was back in Lima for the holidays.
Dave: *in mock shock* What a coincidence. So was I!
*Dave jiggles his keys in the lock before lugging his bag inside. He leaves the door open for Kurt to follow*
Kurt: *huffs* Well, this is just ridiculous.
Dave: *confused by the sudden change of conversation* What is?
Kurt: David, you kissed me at midnight on New Year’s Day.
This fiction is gonna be the death of me.
Smut (OMG very good smut), feelings and sexiness all over (almost because of Sebastian aka Sex God)
*Kurt and Dave are at a party on the OSU campus, chatting about their Christmas plans back in Lima, when one of their drunken mutual friends pushes them together*
Dean: *shouts* MISTLETOE!
*Annoyed Dave shoves him off and rolls his eyes*
Dave: You’re drunk Dean.
Dean: *excitedly* I know. And it’s so awesome. See that girl? I’m totally in there, tonight.
Dave: *shakes his head* Good for you. Why don’t you do talk to her?
Dean: *smirks* But you have to kiss Kurt first.
Why can’t this happen on the real show? ;__;
Wrote this last night but the internet connection was playing up :P
*Kurt shuffled his feet as he hovered in the doorway of Dave’s dormroom*
Kurt: *sombrely* The cars all packed.
Dave: *casually* Cool.
Kurt: I’m ready to go.
Dave: Have fun. Say hi to Hudson for me. Wait, on second thought, he still hates my guts.
Kurt: *hesitates* Are you-
Dave: Seriously, Kurt. I’m fine! Just go.
Kurt: But…it’s Christmas.
Dave: Exactly. You need to be with your family.
Kurt: *points out* So do you.
Dave: *face falling* I’m…dad’s not home. He’s had to go to Boston. And I don’t fancy chilling at home by myself.
*Dave groans and rubs his eyes as he opens the door of his dorm-room, dressed in an old t-shirt and shorts. Standing outside is Kurt*
Kurt: *cheerily* Hello.
Dave: *grouchily* The fuck, Kurt?
Kurt: *eyes widen* Excuse me?
Dave: *eyes half closed* It’s seven on a Saturday morning. Why?
Kurt: I did send you a message.
Dave: *yawns* Like I read it. What do you want?
Kurt: *annoyed* As I explained in my text, Carole has just gone into labour.
crying because this is absolutely adorable ;__;
