look at this little muffin standing on his tippy-toes while talking to jake
I Need Somewhere To Begin
It started when Kurt and Blaine went shoe shopping together in New York for the first time, and Blaine went a lot starry-eyed when Kurt tried on a pair of knee-high boots with about two inches of heel (because Blaine was always a little starry-eyed around him), and encouraged Kurt to buy them.
Half a week later Kurt and Blaine were rifling through their closet side-by-side, getting ready to go out to a karaoke bar with some people in their Dialects and Accents class, and Kurt couldn’t decide between a waistcoat or a sweater. “I don’t know what to wear,” he mused out loud.
"You should wear your heels," Blaine said immediately.
Kurt blinked. He hadn’t even gotten to footwear yet. “I don’t own heels.”
"You know what I mean," Blaine said, selecting a tie and looping it around his neck. Kurt picked up the waistcoat, which matched it better. "Your new boots."
Kurt supposed that that would work with his burgundy pants, and pulled them all out to put on. When they returned late that evening, a little bubbly on alcohol and a lot keyed up from watched each other shake their hips, Kurt crushed Blaine up against the wall and kissed him hard. Blaine whimpered and sucked on his tongue and got his pants open, and Kurt tried to pull away to finished disrobing. “Hold on, I need to get my boots off—”
"No," Blaine said, pulling him back against him by the shoulders and then dragging his hips against his belly. "Leave them on. Right here, right now, okay?"
Then ended up grinding against the wall, Kurt’s hands under Blaine’s thighs to hold him up a little, and Blaine came hard, all over the waistcoat.
For the anon who requested “Kurt and Blaine living in the Bushwick apartment and desperately trying to have sex without getting interrupted? Then then loads of dirty talk when they finally get to be completely alone” as well as the anon who wanted “size!kink? the idea of the both of them getting like really turned on due to how tiny and compact blaine is”.
Blaine moving to New York after they get back together and he gets into NYU: best idea ever.
Blaine moving into the loft: not the best idea ever.
Kurt had had so many fantasies of the two of them living together. No matter how much or how little space they might end up with he’d imagined neat, shared spaces full of light, windows that would catch the morning sun, and tasteful decor in ever-changing seasonal colors and theme.
He’d put together no less than twelve swatch boards, three for each season, and had them ready for Blaine to choose between (they would have an engaging yet brief debate that would end with Blaine agreeing with him, naturally). He’d scoured flea markets and estate sales for personality-filled knick-knacks. He’d put his Summer wardrobe into storage just to make room for Blaine’s clothes, at the expense of maintaining access to his Vivienne Westwood accessories.
kurt and blaine height difference idk that is all
They’re definitely not used to this.
Sure, making out is something they’ve done and they’ve done it a lot – over half a year of doing some intense kissing when kissing was all they allowed themselves to do, then even sloppier and dirtier when finally going all the way.
But it’s been slow, in a way, the four times they’ve done it so far since they started doing it, always deep blushes and stammered sentences, Kurt shifting while mumbling, “Is – is this okay, or should I –?” and Blaine shaking his head while thrusting a little too hard and ending up kissing the corner Kurt’s mouth softly over and over again while apologizing far too many times than what’s necessary.