blaine likes to burrito himself up in blankets when heâs sad. sometimes he falls asleep in them and kurt sits down on the bed without realising thereâs a b in there and is unpleasantly surprised by a yelp of pain.
blaine likes cooking but he sometimes gets a little overambitious and gets like three dishes going at the same time and kurt has to intervene like âhoney....maybe...not three different types of sauce okay?â
kurt:
kurt hates crying in public and when he gets sad he goes very quiet and doesnât talk to people until he can get home and watch a sad show to pretend thatâs why heâs crying.
kurt is a good cook but heâs a better baker, so there are ALWAYS baked goods available in their house or apartment. blaine is very happy about that.
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shamelessly inspired by chrisâ new photoshoot. thank u to klaineaus on twitter for inspiring the end of the fic, youâre ace and i fuckin love you.
âHey,â Kurt pushes into the girls bathroom in the science block, kicking the wet floor sign into place behind him so no one walks in on them, âI got your text. Everything okay?â
Blaine is hunched over the sink, scrubbing furiously at his lettermanâs jacket. âSantana spilled her entire slushie down my front when I walked out of Biology. She says she didnât mean to but itâs obvious sheâs pissed that I got head cheerleader and she didnât.â
Kurt steps closer, he can almost see the fury rolling off Blaine. âIâm sorry.â
Blaine huffs and Kurt sees his angry façade crack, his shoulders slumping. âI donât get why she hates me so much,â he says weakly, âItâs not like I asked to be head Cheerio. Sue just gave it to me.â
âAnd you donât turn down what Sue gives you,â Kurt says softly, crossing the floor to stand behind Blaine and wrap his arms around his waist. Blaine sighs and drops his sodden jacket, turning to bury his face in Kurtâs chest. âI hate this,â he mumbles, âI wish Iâd never joined the Cheerios.â
âThen youâd never have met me,â Kurt says softly, âRemember? I caught you when one of those klutzy freshman launched you into the bleachers.â
âYou didnât catch me, I fell on you,â Blaine laughs, âThough you did stop me from breaking something.â
âExactly,â Kurt kisses his hair, the curls a little more loose than usual thanks to his early morning practice and a full day of school. Blaine turns his head up and grins sunnily. âAnd in the process you stopped my heart from breaking too.â
âYou know what -â Kurt leans away as Blaine goes up on his toes for a kiss, âNope, no kisses, that was awful.â
âAww,â Blaine pouts, playing up the puppy eyes, âNot even for your sad secret boyfriend whoâs had a super horrible day?â
Kurt sighs and leans down, tightening his grip around Blaineâs waist and almost pulling him up off his toes. He feels Blaine smile against his lips, arms winding around his neck, and he canât help but sneak his hand down and grope Blaineâs ass lightly. Itâs not like anyoneâs going to see, and anyway, he can see the whole smooth line of Blaine from his shoulders to his thighs in the mirror behind them and his boyfriendâs ass is literally delectable in his Cheerio pants.
âOkay, little bit too passionate for a public school bathroom,â Blaine pushes back, hands braced on Kurtâs chest and his eyes wide. Kurt just grins and squeezes again before leaning around and grabbing Blaineâs lettermanâs jacket. âGimme this, Iâll head home and put it in the washer before I pick you up from practice. Sound good?â
âI love you,â Blaine says, âYouâre the best boyfriend ever.â
Kurt knows his face is probably about the same shade of pink as his hair, but he shrugs it off. âCâmon, let me drop this off in my car and I can walk you to rehearsal.â
Blaine snorts, bending down to pick up his bag, and Kurt unashamedly checks out his ass. âKurt, we really suck at this whole secret relationship thing, and weâre only gonna get worse if you insist on walking me places I donât need to be walked to.â
Kurt considers leaning up against the bathroom wall to look tougher but decides his jacket is a little too expensive for that. âIâm just trying to be a good secret boyfriend.â
âSecret being the operative word there,â Blaine offers him a plastic carrier bag for the dripping fabric in his hands.
âListen, I know we decided to keep this thing quiet because you donât want people to try and fuck with me -â
âWhat?â Blaine folds his arms, âYou said you didnât want me being âdragged down the popularity ladder,â your words not mine.â
âI - what?â
âI donât care about popularity,â Blaine says, dropping his arms to his sides and stepping forward, âIâm in the Cheerios because itâs fun, just like Iâm in Glee Club and Zombie Survival -â
âAnd I donât care if people try and fuck with me,â Kurt says earnestly, âI mean, Iâm not exactly as built as you -â
âKurt, Iâm not built.â
â - but years of hauling tires and picking up everyone possible in Glee makes me stronger than I look.â
âYou donât need to tell me,â Blaine lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around Kurtâs bicep, squeezing a little as his eyes darken, âRemember last Sunday? You picked me right up and -â
âOh, god, Blaine,â Kurt drops his head to Blaineâs shoulder, âYou canât remind me of the best sex weâve ever had while weâre in school and I canât do anything about it.â
Blaine laughs, nuzzling his cheek. âSorry.â
âNo youâre not.â
âNot really,â he steps back, âYou gonna escort me to practice, then? Because if we donât get there soon I may lose my place as head Cheerio.â
âHold on,â Kurt puts the carrier bag down and shrugs out of his jacket. Blaine tilts his head and then eyes Kurt when he places the jacket around Blaineâs shoulders.
âReally?â
âHey, itâs cold out there. I canât have you getting sick.â
âFine,â Blaine rolls his eyes, pushing his arms through the sleeves, âBut I hope you realise that this is the end of us having any privacy at all.â
âMy door has a lock,â Kurt says, and winks.
**
Two hours later, Kurt waits in the parking lot in his backup leather jacket, shades on despite the grey sky and arms folded. If he and Blaine are exposing themselves to the full wrath of McKinleyâs homophobic ass-backwards students, he wants to look as threatening as possible.
Blaine emerges from the front doors, surrounded by a small pack of similarly-dressed girls that Kurt can hear from across the parking lot. Usually heâd be waiting inside the car due to the whole secret thing, but Blaine is wearing his custom made leather jacket and Santana is so hungry for blackmail thereâs no way sheâd miss out on that.
What heâs not expecting is for Blaine to spot him, wave madly and speed up his gait, leaving a trail of Cheerios hanging around their cars behind him. He spots Santana and Brittany following him, and is ready to have a rushed discussion about their plan of action, but before he can even get a word out Blaine has swept his sunglasses off his face and kisses him smack on the mouth.
Kurt lets out a muffled squeak of surprise but grabs Blaineâs waist on automatic, bending him backwards into a kiss far dirtier than is appropriate for the McKinley High parking lot. Blaine makes a soft whimper in the back of his throat, arms wrapping around Kurtâs neck. Kurtâs pretty sure heâs doing that cute thing where he pops his heel up, but heâs kind of too busy sucking on Blaineâs tongue to check, relishing the way Blaineâs fingers curl into the hair at the back of his neck.
âYouâre kidding me.â
Kurt pulls back, licking his lips and enjoying the way Blaine has to blink himself out of the haze he always goes into after they get a little inappropriate. âProblem, Santana?â
âYouâre fucking kidding,â she plants her hands on her hips, âIs this a joke? Because I figured you had some sort of standards, Anderson. At least a little higher than the resident skank. Sue is not going to be happy.â
âLast I checked, Sue doesnât have control over who I date,â Blaine snaps, âSo you can eat it, Santana.â
And with that, he presses a kiss to Kurtâs lips and stalks around the hood to get into the car. Kurt is just as stunned as Santana, but he manages a smirk and a salute before climbing into the drivers seat.
âHoly shit,â he says as soon as the door is shut, âWhere did that come from?â
Blaine is bouncing in his seat, a huge grin on his face. âKurt, that felt so good, oh my god. The look on her face!â
âYou realise the whole school knows now, right?â Kurt asks, putting the car in drive as Blaine does a little victory dance, âLike, thereâs no way Santana didnât somehow livestream that.â
âI donât care,â Blaine says breathlessly, âKurt, it felt amazing.â
âI can only imagine,â Kurt says, smiling at his boyfriendâs excited expression, âNothing like putting Santana in her place.â
âWe should have sex.â
Kurt nearly swerves off the road. âR-right now?â
âMaybe?â Blaine licks his lips, spreading his legs in his seat and twisting to face Kurt, âYou canât deny that I was kind of hot.â
âYouâre always hot,â Kurt says, âBut we are not totalling my car because you canât wait to get back to my house.â
He can practically hear the pout in Blaineâs voice when he says âFine, your loss,â
Kurt almost manages to resist, but his self-restraint is not exactly stellar and after a few seconds he canât help but slide his hand over Blaineâs thigh and squeeze at the taut muscle beneath his palm. Blaine shudders and says âYouâre kidding.â
âPatience is a virtue,â Kurt says.
âI hate you.â
âNo you donât,â Kurt smirks, and pushes his foot down on the gas a little harder.
a drabble in the werewolf!blaine âverse, this wonât make much sense if you donât read those first. for nora, bc ilu and im super proud of you â„
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Kurt is doing his best to study for his English Lit exam, nose buried in his copy of Midsummer Nightâs Dream and the study playlist Blaine made for him playing over his headphones, but he canât help but feel like somethingâs wrong. Somethingâs tugging at his heartstrings, itching at the inside of his ribcage, and finally he canât take it any more and he gets up to stretch and make a cup of coffee.
While heâs waiting, he pulls his phone from his pocket and shoots off a text to Blaine, unable to shift the tug in his chest that something is wrong.
To: Blaine â„
hey are you ok? weird feeling that youâre not somehow. i love you.
He barely makes it to the other side of the room to make up a plate of snacks before his phone is buzzing on the counter.
From: Blaine â„
im on my way over
That is... worrying at the very least.
Kurt abandons his snack plate and heads for the front door, stopping to shove his feet into a pair of shoes as he types out another text
To: Blaine â„
car or on foot? do you need me to come and get you?
Thereâs no reply, which is even more worrying. Kurt kicks his shoes back off because as much as heâd like to go out and search for his more-than-likely in wolf form boyfriend, he knows itâs useless.
Sure enough, by the time his coffee finishes brewing and his snack plate is complete, thereâs a knock on the door and Kurt rushes to open it.
His boyfriend is there, but Kurt steps back as soon as he opens the door because rage is rolling off him, his shoulders hunched up tight to his ears and his face so stony itâs scary.
âHoney?â Kurt says softly, ushering him in, âWhatâs wrong?â
âMy grandfather,â Blaine says through his teeth, âHe came to visit.â
Kurt... doesnât know much about Blaineâs grandfather. He knows he was alpha of pack Westerville for years before Blaineâs father took over, and he knows heâs more steeped in the âold waysâ than the rest of the pack is, but beyond that? The manâs an enigma.
âOkay,â Kurt stays at a distance as Blaine takes off his shoes, every movement deliberate and slow with fury. âDid he say something to you?â
âMore like what didnât he say?â Blaine says with a sharp, fractured laugh, âHe accused me of diluting the bloodline, of destroying my chances of having children, of being the scum on the metaphorical shoe of werewolves everywhere, of consorting with the enemy -â
His voice cracks and the angry shell cracks with it, his shoulders slumping, and Kurt rushes forward and gathers him into his arms, Blaineâs face pressed into his throat. Blaineâs hands clutch tight to his shirt, and Kurt can feel his whole body shaking.
âHe told me our relationship was indecent,â Blaine whimpers, âHe said that if he still had control of the pack he would have me torn to pieces. That I was impure for lying with a human, but I donât understand, I love you -â
âI know,â Kurt squeezes Blaine tight, âI know, he doesnât know what heâs talking about.â
âHe called me sinful, like weâre some kind of god-fearing family,â Kurt can feel Blaineâs tears soaking into his shirt, âHe called me disgusting.â
âYour dad let him -?â
âMom made him stop,â Blaine sniffs, âBut god, Kurt, every word was like a bullet, it hurt, it still hurts -â
Words strike deep for someone like Blaine, werewolf or not, alpha or omega, and Kurt squeezes him tight and wishes not for the first time that he could turn into a wolf and rip Blaineâs stupid family limb from limb.
âI hate him so much,â Blaine whispers, fingers curling into fists against Kurtâs chest, âI hate them.â
âI know,â Kurt whispers, âI know.â
âI donât want to be in that pack anymore.â
âJoin my pack,â Kurt says, kissing his forehead, âJust you and me. Lima pack.â
âLima already has a pack,â Blaine says with a wet laugh, âTheyâre only a little less conservative than Westerville.â
âHummel pack then,â Kurt says firmly, "Just us. Okay?â
âSure,â Blaine says, taking in a deep, shuddery breath and holding it.
âI love you,â Kurt says softly, âAnd I swear I would fight any of them if you would let me.â
Blaineâs lungful of air is expelled in a snort. âYou wouldnât stand a chance.â
âHey, I can hold my own,â Kurt turns them towards the kitchen, guides Blaine to sit down in a chair, âAnd you know what? Thereâs only one thing in this relationship thatâs sinful.â
Blaine tilts his head, and Kurt leans closer and whispers in his ear, âHow good you look in those jeans.â
Blaine lets out a slightly hysterical giggle. âKurt.â
âJust saying!â Kurt collects his snack plate and takes Blaineâs hand. âCâmon. Letâs go upstairs.â
Once theyâre settled on Kurtâs bed Blaine curls in close to Kurt, chest-to-back so Kurt can nuzzle his face into Blaineâs hair. âOkay?â
âAs much as I can be,â his boyfriend sighs, but heâs more relaxed than he was earlier. Kurt kisses the back of his neck and then says softly âYou know your mom loves you, right?â
Blaine inhales sharply. âI know.â
âI know she doesnât show it well, but she does. She loves you and she supports us.â
Blaine nods silently, and then says so quietly it breaks Kurtâs heart, âI just wish sheâd try and bring my dad around.â
âI know,â Kurt tightens his hold around Blaine, closes his eyes, âBut weâll get there. I promise, by the time I put a ring on your finger, your father will be crazy about me.â
Blaine snorts. âAs long as he keeps his paws off my boyfriend, I wonât care.â
âDonât you worry,â Kurt smiles, âYouâre the only one who gets to put your muddy paws all over my house.â
âHey! Iâm a very clean wolf.â
âOh, sure, thatâs why I found half a forest under my bed the other day?â
âIn my defence, things get stuck in my fur. Itâs not my fault itâs so thick and well maintained.â
âYeah, yeah,â Kurt mutters, warmth blooming in his chest at the sound of Blaineâs laugh, as squeaky and unsure as it is.
Theyâve made steps with Blaineâs dad - he looks Kurt in the eyes now, even greets him politely. It makes Kurt sick to know his sweet, loving boyfriend has to deal with his fatherâs ridiculous attitude, but...
Soon theyâll be in New York, safe and sound together with no disapproving parents. Until then, Kurt will be his rock, no matter what it takes. Because he loves him.
Indecent, he thinks as Blaineâs breathing evens out in his arms, Iâll show you indecent, Anderson.
âHi there everyone, my name is Blaine and Iâll be your guide for this hike today!â
Kurt scowls under his cap, scuffing the dirt furiously with his sneakers (which are not made for hiking of all things) and glaring at Finn where heâs standing with a group of similarly dressed and hulking boys, tossing a football back and forth.
âHey,â Burt nudges him, âSmile.â
Kurt peers over the top of his sunglasses and plasters his fakest show smile on his face. âLike this?â
âKurt...â
âWhy you thought Iâd like a two hour walk through the backwoods of Ohio I donât know,â Kurt mutters, folding his arms as the group starts to move off, the peppy guy at the front spouting facts about this particular route and telling the old people to watch their feet on the protruding roots.
Kurt makes his way to the front of the group just to get some distance between himself and his dad, Carole and Finn and the rest of the group of shuffling morons. He glares down at his shoes, refusing to take in any of the nature around him and swatting frustratedly at the flies buzzing around his face.
âHey!â
Kurt glances up and sees the annoyingly peppy guide coming up beside him with a wide smile on his face. Heâs... shorter than Kurt, with dark hair curling a little in the heat escaping from under his baseball cap and bright yellow wayfarers clipped into his shirt - his polo shirt, covered in tiny little anchors. His eyes are hazel and stupidly pretty, and his smile...
Oh, god, heâs cute.
âHi,â Kurt replies on automatic, and the boy smiles even wider. âIâm Blaine. Guessing youâre not enjoying this hike too much?â
âIâm not an outdoors person,â Kurt swats at another fly, âPlus all these bugs -â
âThey like people with product in their hair,â Blaine grins, âI figured that out pretty early on.â
Kurt touches his hair, which he had spent hours styling that morning in a desperate attempt to combat the summer heat. âI barely even had the foresight to put on sunblock, let alone bug spray.â
âOh!â Blaine swings his bag off one shoulder and the bright rainbow badge on it catches Kurtâs attention, his eyes widening behind his sunglasses, âI bring bug spray with me every hike, do you want some?â
âThanks,â Kurt takes the bottle from him and decides to take a jump, thereâs no way a straight guy is doing guided hikes with bright yellow sunglasses and a rainbow badge on his bag. âSo, um, whereâd you get that badge?â
âThe rainbow one?â Blaine shrugs, taking a few steps away as Kurt sprays himself liberally with bug spray, âI got it when I went to this LGBT convention in Columbus. Iâm gay, so itâs kind of appropriate. Dissuades the attention of teenage girls.â
âYouâre gay?â Kurtâs voice comes out more high-pitched and breathy than he intended, but he doesnât even care because this boy is gay.
âYeah,â Blaine smiles but itâs not as bright as before, and Kurt scrambles to reassure him. âMe too! I - yeah. Me too.â
âCool,â is all Blaine says, but his smile turns up to its previous blinding beauty. âSo what brings you out here if youâre not an outdoors-y person?â
âMy dad thinks Iâm spending too much time in front of the door waiting for college letters,â Kurt sighs, and Blaine laughs. âMe too! My mom set me up with this job because I was driving her nuts stressing over it. What are you hoping to study?â
âFashion or musical theatre, depending on whether FIT or NYU accepts me,â Kurt says modestly, shrugging, and Blaine gasps. âSeriously? I want to study musical theatre at NYU as well! You like musicals?â
âAre you kidding? Musicals are my life.â
It turns out they have more than a little in common, both of them naming Moulin Rouge as their favourite movie and Marion Cotillard as their favourite Vogue cover. Kurt is honestly surprised that Blaine even knows who she is, seeing as Finn still refers to her as âthe hot crazy french girl from that dream movie.â By the time the hike has come to an end Kurt is almost sad itâs over, especially as Blaine does a headcount and waves everyone off.
âKurt, are you coming?â he hears Carole shout, and he grimaces and turns to call back âIn a second!â before spinning to grab Blaineâs elbow. âHey, this may seem a little forward, but can I get your number?â
Blaine stares at him, his mouth open, and Kurt start second-guessing himself. âI just - you know, Iâm going to want some friends when I get to New York, and the gay population of Lima is depressingly low, itâd be nice to have someone to discuss the finer points of -â
Before he can continue digging himself into a hole, Blaine is whipping a sharpie out of his bag and grabbing Kurtâs wrist, scrawling his number across Kurtâs palm. âI have to go start another hike,â he says apologetically, and then - oh my god - he bobs up and pecks Kurt on the cheek with a grin and red cheeks. âCall me?â
âYeah,â Kurt says breathlessly, staring after Blaine as he dashes across the parking lot, âDamn right I will.â
âKurt!â
âOkay, okay!â he shouts back, turning and heading in the direction of the car, already pulling out his phone to text Blaine before his uncomfortably sweaty palms blur the writing beyond recognition.
To: Blaine (Cute Hiking Guy)
Hi, itâs Kurt :)
Within half a minute, his phone buzzes with a reply, and he grins as he ducks into the back seat.
From: Blaine (Cute Hiking Guy)
Hi Kurt!!! we should totally get coffee sometime. say wednesday?
Kurt forces himself not to let out a high-pitched shriek, instead replying with an upbeat sounds great!!
âSee, Kurt?â Burt grins in the wingmirror, âTold you youâd enjoy it.â
âWhatever,â Kurt says under his breath, but he canât stop himself from smiling as he looks at the number scrawled on his palm. Maybe the outdoors arenât so bad after all.
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