dapper puppy

“Well, at least that means we’re both awake, right?” Finn asks, adding a nervous bounce to his leg as he glances at the clock for possibly the millionth time that night. He couldn’t help himself. This was the first time visiting a Disney Theme Park and the pure magic of it all was definitely rubbing off on him. But it wouldn’t open for another five hours, so that meant he and Quinn were stuck in their hotel room for the time being. “They should’ve made a movie called Sleepless at Disney World, not Seattle. Because that’s what’s going on right now.”

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(FUINN)

“That’s wrong,” Finn says and points his finger in Quinn’s direction. His attempt of a serious face dropped quickly though and he looks up with a rather dorky grin. “I’m the Ice King, and you’re my Ice Queen.” Reaching out to gently pull his girlfriend into his lap, he wraps his arms securely around her waist. Pressing an affectionate kiss to her cheek, he rests his head on her shoulder. “No one will ever take your place either.”

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[Kurt → Bowties:] I did not…

[Kurt → Bowties:] You lie…

(5  minutes later)

[Kurt → Bowties:] I am so sorry about that! Please don’t think less of me.

SKANK!QUAINE

Who was the one to propose: Blaine does. It’ll be a long time down the line, but he does. And it shall be glorious.

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Quinn since Blaine is only responsible for the honeymoon planning and what would be stressful about that? ;D

Who decorated the house: They both do. Of course Quinn has more say about things, but Blaine doesn’t mind.

Who is more organized: Quinn. But Blaine is organized too–in his own way.

Who initiates bedroom fun: Blaine 98% of the time. His gf/fiance/wife is hot as hell so why wouldn’t he?

Who suggested kids first: Quinn. Blaine doesn’t like kids, but if she wants some then he’ll oblige.

Who’s more dominant: Blaine’s dominant in the bedroom. Quinn’s dominant in the relationship.

Who’s the cuddler: Quinn. Blaine allows it even if he does prefer personal space, especially when sleeping.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Bad mouthing people on a regular basis. They make this a thing where they go to the local coffee house, sit at one of the outside tables, and just gossip and assume about people on the street.

Who kills the spiders: They both do. They’re fearless of spiders.

Who falls asleep first: I have no idea tbh. They fall asleep first 50/50.

Who is louder? In the bedroom, Quinn. During fights, Quinn. Being defensive towards assholes, Blaine.

Who is more experimental? Quinn. And Blaine doesn’t mind.

Do they fuck or make love? They fuck. They make love once and a while. But it’s mostly fucking.

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Blaine. And if he’s close to coming, Quinn will do whatever it takes to get him blue-balled to punish him for not waiting for her.

Who comes first? Blaine always wants Quinn to come first. He wants to be able to enjoy her noises when she does.

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Quinn’s better at oral and Blaine prefers it.

Who usually initiates things? They both do.

Who is more sensitive? Quinn.

♫ for your my muse to catch mine yours singing in the shower || NY!KLAINE

They hadn’t even been together that long, and yet somehow Kurt had ended up in Blaine’s apartment where he had made himself at home on the sofa. Since the bearded nerd wasn’t putting out yet, it was all Kurt could do to work his charm until he achieved said goal. Somehow that included bugging the guy until he gave way and allowed Kurt to stay at his place for a time being seeing as his roommate, Elliott, was going through some bullshit of his own.

It had been the second morning that Kurt awoke, his back out of place and his hair a total mess that was his cue to get up and drag himself into the bathroom. He wasn’t quite sure of the time, but midway to reaching for the doorknob of the bathroom did he hear the singing coming in through the bathroom door. Was that…no. That scruffy mountain man could sing? And not even sing, but sing well and on tune and everything. Impressed, Kurt finds himself just standing there and listening to Anderson belt out Disney tune after Disney tune in complete awe. Only when the he heard the water being turned off, the singing stop, and the screech of metal rods against the metal curtain hooks give way did he snap back to reality. Oh right. He was needing to pee and fix his hair. But now Blaine was in there, naked obviously and him intruding wouldn’t be wise as of yet. The guy needed to completely consent to that. So instead, Kurt backed up to sit on the foot of Blaine’s bed, folding his arms and trying to flatten his bed head in impatience. By the time Blaine came out, Kurt could only grin innocently.

“You know, I could use a friend in me too, Anderson.”