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★it's coming up kurt★
Hello, mon nom est Kurt and I am eighteen years old. I used to live in Texas, now I live in Lima, Ohio. I'm a little bit of a loner and a lot of a fashionista.
I really like coffee and scarves. Yes, I will be easily bribed into you affections with such.
I really like coffee and scarves. Yes, I will be easily bribed into you affections with such.
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Kurt let out a choked whimper when Blaine explained that Stark liked to eat clothes and another small whimper when he mentioned the shedding. Oh lord, was that what would happen to him? Would his clothes end up shredded and covered in hair and vomited back up for…
Kurt hummed happily, tilting his head against Blaine’s shoulder, feeling how the sand shifted underneath both of them with a small giggle. He wrapped an arm around Blaine’s waist, his hand brushing against something soft (very, very soft) briefly before settling on to Blaine side. Kurt easily wrapped a leg over Blaine’s thigh, burrowing his head furthur against him. He ignored the few spots of warmth (liquid, which was odd) that brushed against his fingers on occasion until Blaine brought it up. He lifted his head lazily, pressing futhur against Blaine when he lifted himself to see what was going on.
It was Stark, who was….licking his fingers. Kurt wrinkled his nose but didn’t move his hand. Too apathetic and lazy to entirely care.
“Well, he can keep being jealous. Because, I’m not moving,” Kurt mumbled, rubbing his thumb against the side of the pup’s nose. It was so soft…”Too much effort. Besides, Stark’s dad promised me cuddles and I’m not giving that up.”
Kurt’s thumb kept rubbing into Stark’s face, the feeling of the fur rearranging itself around his finger addicting (and a bit soothing). This was the closest he had been to another canine since the day he had first met Puck.
“Why did you adopt him again,” Kurt asked, lightly tapping the side of the puppy’s muzzle. “Because as vicious as he is, I highly doubt that you need a gaurd dog….”
Kurt said the last part with a hint of sarcasm, drawing his hand away to hug on to Blaine. The pup had rolled on to his side and was squirming back and forth, the universal sign for the want of a belly role.
kurt-the-diva-hummel replied to your post: So, if Kurt was a Disney Princess, which one would he beeeeee? And which prince would you be?
…you just wanted to be Prince Eric because his hair matched yours didn’t you?….is this one of those moments where you’re gonna say: “Look at your life, look at your choices.” I feel like it’s one of those moments…
No…you just said it for me. So now I don’t have to. But you are so ridiculous and you’re adorable.
Kurt finally drew his eyes downwards and saw how there was a small leash attached to Blaine’s hand. And attached to that leash was ‘Stark’, the new canine smell that started seeping and melding into Blaine’s smell. He narrowed his eyes at the dog briefly before flicking…
Kurt let out a choked whimper when Blaine explained that Stark liked to eat clothes and another small whimper when he mentioned the shedding. Oh lord, was that what would happen to him? Would his clothes end up shredded and covered in hair and vomited back up for revenge? Kurt looked at the dog pleadinglyit not doing much when it jumped towards him anyway.
“I…umm, I’m feeling okay,” Kurt said as he fidgeted. He moved to Blaine’s other side, leaning his head against Blaine’s shoulder, reaching for his hand and interlacing their fingers. “I’m not as gross as I was yesterday. I…I hate being sick. I get all hot and sweaty and miserable, which I guess describes everyone who is sick. And…yeah…cuddles are amazing.”
Kurt turned his head, mumbling into Blaine’s neck on the last part. He inhaled deeply, the smell of Blaine just so strong there and fairly untainted.
“Can we…ummm….can we lay down,” Kurt mumbled. He rubbed his nose against Blaine’s neck, pressing a playful kiss there.
Kurt gracefully rolled off of his bed, excited for the first time since he had gotten sick. He stretched, his stomach showing before coughing briefly into the crook of his shoulder. Him and Blaine hadn’t seen each other in a few days since their dramatic reunion because…
Kurt finally drew his eyes downwards and saw how there was a small leash attached to Blaine’s hand. And attached to that leash was ‘Stark’, the new canine smell that started seeping and melding into Blaine’s smell. He narrowed his eyes at the dog briefly before flicking his eyes back toward Blaine.
“Oh,” Kurt said in response as Blaine leaned over and kissed him. He hummed before letting out a sqawk as Stark pressed his paws against him. He grumbled as he brushed some left over dirt from his white shirt. He sniffed before answering, the smell of the puppy so much stronger up close than it was on Blaine’s skin.”I didn’t know I was babysitting too.”
At the last sentance, he looked down at the puppy, staring into its eyes, daring it to challenge him, lifting an eyebrow. It (Stark, Kurt had to start calling Stark by his name) was…cute…in a way with big baby eyes and pretty colored fur. Kurt leaned down further, nearly nose to nose before the dog yipped (with excitement or pure evil, up to one’s inturpretation) and jerked forward, squirming in Blaine’s arms. Kurt jerked back and smiled at Blaine.
“Maybe that’s how me and your mother can bond,” Kurt said, his tone joking, not bringing up Blaine’s father on purpose. He got on to his knees and leaned over to kiss Blaine, his lips more addicting now that he could kiss him than when he couldn’t. “We can discuss our mutual disappointment of destroyed shoes and furniture.”
Kurt flushed, a bit embarressed of what that implied, however accidentally, about their future together. They had just made up, there was no need to bring up a future that heavy, when Blaine would feel comfortable introducing him to his parents.
“But how was your day? Besides roasting,”Kurt said, hurrying on from his faux paux. Kurt reached out and brushed his fingers against Blaine’s hand with a smile. “Because I believe I was promised cuddles; very good and healing cuddles.”
in which there is fluff to balance out some angst//klaine
Kurt gracefully rolled off of his bed, excited for the first time since he had gotten sick. He stretched, his stomach showing before coughing briefly into the crook of his shoulder. Him and Blaine hadn’t seen each other in a few days since their dramatic reunion because Kurt had been lying in bed. But Kurt was pretty much better except for a slightly lingering headache and now he was on his way to cuddle with one of his favorite people who was…who was his boyfriend.
Kurt looked back at his bed and grimanced, not wanting to accidentally infect Blaine with his blankets but…Kurt turned towards his closet and grabbed a pillow and two blankets (one large to lay on and one pathetically small to use as an excuse to be closer) off the top shelf. He dug around for a duffle bag, and shoved those in there before going through his closet for something to wear. He decided on a comfy flannel he had inherited from Finn (worn thin in some spots) over a white tee-shirt and a pair of grey skinny jeans.
He grabbed the duffel bag and headed to the bathroom, hopping in and out of the shower in the time it took to hum through Animal, the song having been stuck in his hair for a couple days for obvious reasons. He took time to part his hair and do his face care regime (he wanted to look good, even if he was going to be late by his standards) before finally exiting the restroom.
He bumped into Brittany on his way down, who patted his cheek and said he looked like a gay peacock who loved another gay peacock (which made Kurt wonder who had left the Discovery channel on again). He shrugged it off, managing to avoid Puck (who must have been out). He started on the walk, taking about ten minutes because of his eagerness and his familiarity with the area. He slowly made his way down the path, unable to stop his happy, giddy thought from tumbling out of his head. He looked ahead, trying to see if Blaine was there and was happy to see that he was still (very) early.
He unpacked the big blanket first, laying it as flat as he could on the sand. He pulled out the pillow and put it smack in the middle of the blanket before tugging out the other one and wrapping it around himself, sitting up criss-cross-applesauce in anticipation for Blaine to come, beaming at him when he finally saw the other coming his way.
Posted 16 hours ago
Unknown Number//Klaine
- Kurt: Yeah...
- Kurt: Umm...where at?
- Blaine: How about the lake? My parents are home and you don't like bringing me to your house?
- Kurt: That sounds wonderful. Should I bring a blanket? To lay down on the sand? Or is there something better we can use?
Unknown Number//Klaine
- Blaine: Yeah, yeah.
- Blaine: I'd love the cuddles. Those sound yes.
- Blaine: Cuddles.
- Blaine: Yeah.
- Kurt: Yeah...
- Kurt: Umm...where at?
Blaine…look at your life, look at your choices.
I see nothing wrong with them.
I sigh in your general direction.
Unknown Number//Klaine
- Blaine: Meet up for a cuddle? That sounds so short. Like 'Meet up for a quickie'.
- Blaine: Oh god. Ignore that.
- Blaine: I did not send that.
- Blaine: Ignore that.
- Blaine: I mean I'd love to cuddle.
- Kurt: I..uhh...well...
- Kurt: Cuddles...
- Kurt: Yeah, those sound amazing.
- Kurt: Let's do it!
- Kurt: The cuddling!
Unknown Number//Klaine
- Blaine: I agree with you needing to worry less, mhm.
- Blaine: I don't think un-sad is a term... But I think the only way you'd get me un-sad is if you cuddle me.
- Kurt: Well, if it would make you feel better...I guess we could meet up for a cuddle. I wouldn't want you being un-sad (or any other made up term for a negative emotion).
