Klaine Advent Day 17: Global
This one was a challenge! Happily the next two prompts are much more EF-friendly! As always you can hop over to AO3 to read if you like!
“New glasses?” Blaine asked as he hung his jacket in the closet.
Kurt had one hand on the living room wall and his eyes, behind dark, semi-transparent lenses, took a circuitous route to focus on Blaine. “No. Well, yes, I guess. Connie gave them to me. They’re augmented something-or-others. I’m not even here, really. I think I’m standing in the Colosseum.”
“Am I there? I mean, can you see me?”
Kurt turned a slow pirouette. “I think so? There are a lot of people here. It might be a live feed? With tourists?”
“And why did Connie give them to you?” Blaine asked.
“She says I should be more involved in – virtual messaging she called it. I think the glasses are connected to the studio’s Fly account. So I can share things with our followers. Apparently we have a lot of them.”
Blaine smiled at him. “Of course you do. Well better you than me. I’m too old for that kind of thing.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m sure you could do it if you wanted to. We have to think young if we’re going to feel young.” Kurt pushed the glasses down his nose and looked over them at Blaine. “Speaking of which, how did your appointment go?”
Blaine grinned at him. “He said the physical therapy was completely successful. My knee is cleared for any and all activity.” He sidled closer and slid an arm around Kurt’s waist. “And you know what that means?”
“What?” Kurt asked with a smile.
“It means I’m allowed to kneel for you again. Whenever and wherever you want.”
“In fact, unless you have other plans I’m going to strip right now and start making up for lost time.”
“I can’t think of . . . oh.” Kurt leaned away from Blaine and his eyes shifted, still pointing at Blaine but not focused on him.
Kurt snatched the glasses off. A blush bloomed on his cheeks. “Oh, um . . .”
“It’s possible you just said that for a global audience of my followers.”
“Well I didn’t know! I don’t know how it all works. I thought I was just testing it.”
“So how do you know people heard me? Maybe you weren’t connected.”
Kurt ducked his head. “There are . . . comments.”
Blaine’s stomach clenched. “Comments?! What . . . no, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“I mean. They were complimentary.”
“That doesn’t make it any better Kurt!” Blaine pulled the glasses from Kurt’s hand. “Are they still on?”
“I don’t know! I told you I didn’t know how it worked.”
“Well do something! Call Connie. Make her turn it off.”
“Right!” Kurt dropped the glasses on the coffee table and picked up his phone.
“Don’t just leave them there!” Blaine said. “What if they’re still listening?”
“Oh dear god!” Kurt ran for the kitchen and came back with a dishtowel. He wrapped it around the glasses then shoved them, towel and all, in the drawer of their end table. “There! Is that okay? Can I call now?” He didn’t wait for Blaine to answer.
Several hours, two phone calls, and one emergency lesson in VR glasses later, they sat on the couch an arm’s length apart with the now-inert glasses on the coffee table. Kurt looked so abashed that it was hard for Blaine to maintain his righteous indignation. But he was trying.
“Connie said there’s really no harm done,” Kurt said. “I mean, half the population is submissive, and kneeling is a basic submissive need.”
“Kurt. People in Malaysia heard me offering to strip for you.”
“One person in Malaysia,” Kurt corrected. “That’s what Connie said. I think it’s really late there? It was mostly Europe. And the Americas. I seem to have a lot of followers in Brazil. You probably would too after this. If you had a Fly account. Connie said you should think about getting one.”
Blaine couldn’t find words to respond. He put his head in his hands and sighed.
“And she said all the comments were really supportive. I mean, there were a couple ageist idiots, but the global consensus is that you’re a silver fox.”
Blaine lifted his head and stared. “Who even says silver fox anymore?”
“My followers?” Kurt did the one-shoulder shrug that, when paired with his lopsided contrite smile, Blaine had never been able to resist. “I mean. They’re not wrong.”
“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere.”
“Does that mean the kneeling thing is out of the question?” Kurt asked.
Blaine almost sincerely wished it was. But they both knew differently. Kurt inched closer to Blaine. “Tell you what. I’ll take the glasses out to the shed. Far, far away. And when I come back, you could be in your pajamas in bed. Or you could be naked waiting for me to come back and fuck your face really, really slowly, while you hump the floor and moan.” He jumped up, snatched the glasses, and headed for the back door.
“Not fair!” Blaine called after him. But he was already reaching for his fly.
