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gigisplanet requested: “Kurt and Blaine having quiet sex in an unexpected location while Rachel is pottering around the apartment?”
Not sure about the “quiet” part, but…here you go. ;)
“Shh,” Kurt hisses, then giggles, burying his face against the crook of Blaine’s neck. They’ve been in the bathroom for a while now, brushing their teeth and washing their hands and trying desperately to shake off the buzz of the alcohol that’s been making them trip all over each other since they walked home from the bar.
Blaine is in New York and Blaine is living with them and Blaine sleeps in his bed at night and his life is the best life ever. Blaine still loves him, and he still loves Blaine, and that is all he needs, okay? All. Life is awesome, and can only get awesomer. Awesomest?
Blaine laughs into his shirt and he guesses he’s been saying all of this shit aloud because Blaine is really very amused, shaking with the effort of quieting down. As the drinks leave their system Kurt has gotten progressively more bendy and Blaine has gotten progressively more handsy.
pureklaination requested “domestic!kink. a saturday morning spent in bed, trading kisses”.
“No,” Blaine groans, rolling over and pawing Kurt’s pajama-clad legs all the way across the bed. “No, no, no, come on—”
“We said we’d try that new jogging path this weekend,” Kurt shoots back, frowning.
Of course, they’d said that. But it’s drizzly and gray outside and there isn’t anything that Blaine wants more than to roll over into Kurt’s warm body and let his mind drift.
He rolls over onto his stomach, watching Kurt stand up. For the most part, the designer label silk pajamas have gone the way of organic groceries—they’re both college students and anything else would just be impractical.
There’s just something about Kurt in loose sweatpants and one of Blaine’s t-shirts riding up the small of his back that makes Blaine want to rip it off with his teeth.
Title: Standing Next to Me (rpf)
Pairing: CrissColfer (yes, you read that correctly)
Rating: PG
Disclaimers/Warnings: Nothing is mine. Song is Ho Hey by the Lumineers. Feel free to listen to that on repeat as you read. Allusions to certain other RPs but no explicit mention. Angsty and fluffy. And this was written fairly quickly, so I apologize for the tense shifting and what not.
A/N: Because Emily wanted this so long ago and I couldn’t for a while. But now I can, so here it is.
crisscolfer dinner date the first night they met
crisscolfer date at times 100 gala
crisscolfer concert date to see semi precious weapons
crisscolfer date at coachella
crisscolfer weeklong broadway-faring new york city date
crisscolfer dates
crisscolfer
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh….much better. Kristin’s picture with a little house cleaning………oops……..my photoshop slipped….didn’t need the hired help in the Glee cast photo anyway.
I will assume Darren took this picture by the happy as shit look on his boyfriend’s face.
Am I the only one who thinks that this
Looks oddly familiar to this?
crisscolfer, headcanons.
He doesn’t flinch when he feels Darren’s fingers brush the back of his hand. He does have to blink hard on the countdown to the camera flash, trying not to let the emotion show on his face.
Darren always finds a way, somehow, wiggling in at the last second, smiling and charming his way into being as close to Chris as is safe.
Sometimes he reaches all the way across the person in-between them to brush Chris’s side. Sometimes he hooks a finger in a belt loop, tugging insistently, possessively. Sometimes, so brief it’s almost accidental, it’s an open palm to his lower back just long enough so that Chris knows it was very much intentional.
But like this, when there’s not really anyone between them, just a head that will give the illusion of separating theirs on camera, Darren presses the whole back of his hand to Chris’s. It’s as close as they can get to a grip without the fear of not pulling their hands away fast enough— it’s the most comforting touch Chris can imagine.
this post annoys me in a way few things do. And I have a few words about it.
