blaine likes to burrito himself up in blankets when he’s sad. sometimes he falls asleep in them and kurt sits down on the bed without realising there’s 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 “honey....maybe...not three different types of sauce okay?”
kurt:
kurt hates crying in public and when he gets sad he goes very quiet and doesn’t talk to people until he can get home and watch a sad show to pretend that’s why he’s crying.
kurt is a good cook but he’s a better baker, so there are ALWAYS baked goods available in their house or apartment. blaine is very happy about that.
shamelessly inspired by chris’ new photoshoot. thank u to klaineaus on twitter for inspiring the end of the fic, you’re ace and i fuckin love you.
“Hey,” 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, “I got your text. Everything okay?”
Blaine is hunched over the sink, scrubbing furiously at his letterman’s jacket. “Santana spilled her entire slushie down my front when I walked out of Biology. She says she didn’t mean to but it’s obvious she’s pissed that I got head cheerleader and she didn’t.”
Kurt steps closer, he can almost see the fury rolling off Blaine. “I’m sorry.”
Blaine huffs and Kurt sees his angry façade crack, his shoulders slumping. “I don’t get why she hates me so much,” he says weakly, “It’s not like I asked to be head Cheerio. Sue just gave it to me.”
“And you don’t turn down what Sue gives you,” 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 Kurt’s chest. “I hate this,” he mumbles, “I wish I’d never joined the Cheerios.”
“Then you’d never have met me,” Kurt says softly, “Remember? I caught you when one of those klutzy freshman launched you into the bleachers.”
“You didn’t catch me, I fell on you,” Blaine laughs, “Though you did stop me from breaking something.”
“Exactly,” 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. “And in the process you stopped my heart from breaking too.”
“You know what -” Kurt leans away as Blaine goes up on his toes for a kiss, “Nope, no kisses, that was awful.”
“Aww,” Blaine pouts, playing up the puppy eyes, “Not even for your sad secret boyfriend who’s had a super horrible day?”
Kurt sighs and leans down, tightening his grip around Blaine’s waist and almost pulling him up off his toes. He feels Blaine smile against his lips, arms winding around his neck, and he can’t help but sneak his hand down and grope Blaine’s ass lightly. It’s not like anyone’s 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 boyfriend’s ass is literally delectable in his Cheerio pants.
“Okay, little bit too passionate for a public school bathroom,” Blaine pushes back, hands braced on Kurt’s chest and his eyes wide. Kurt just grins and squeezes again before leaning around and grabbing Blaine’s letterman’s jacket. “Gimme this, I’ll head home and put it in the washer before I pick you up from practice. Sound good?”
“I love you,” Blaine says, “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Kurt knows his face is probably about the same shade of pink as his hair, but he shrugs it off. “C’mon, let me drop this off in my car and I can walk you to rehearsal.”
Blaine snorts, bending down to pick up his bag, and Kurt unashamedly checks out his ass. “Kurt, we really suck at this whole secret relationship thing, and we’re only gonna get worse if you insist on walking me places I don’t need to be walked to.”
Kurt considers leaning up against the bathroom wall to look tougher but decides his jacket is a little too expensive for that. “I’m just trying to be a good secret boyfriend.”
“Secret being the operative word there,” Blaine offers him a plastic carrier bag for the dripping fabric in his hands.
“Listen, I know we decided to keep this thing quiet because you don’t want people to try and fuck with me -”
“What?” Blaine folds his arms, “You said you didn’t want me being ‘dragged down the popularity ladder,’ your words not mine.”
“I - what?”
“I don’t care about popularity,” Blaine says, dropping his arms to his sides and stepping forward, “I’m in the Cheerios because it’s fun, just like I’m in Glee Club and Zombie Survival -”
“And I don’t care if people try and fuck with me,” Kurt says earnestly, “I mean, I’m not exactly as built as you -”
“Kurt, I’m not built.”
“ - but years of hauling tires and picking up everyone possible in Glee makes me stronger than I look.”
“You don’t need to tell me,” Blaine lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around Kurt’s bicep, squeezing a little as his eyes darken, “Remember last Sunday? You picked me right up and -”
“Oh, god, Blaine,” Kurt drops his head to Blaine’s shoulder, “You can’t remind me of the best sex we’ve ever had while we’re in school and I can’t do anything about it.”
Blaine laughs, nuzzling his cheek. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“Not really,” he steps back, “You gonna escort me to practice, then? Because if we don’t get there soon I may lose my place as head Cheerio.”
“Hold on,” 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 Blaine’s shoulders.
“Really?”
“Hey, it’s cold out there. I can’t have you getting sick.”
“Fine,” Blaine rolls his eyes, pushing his arms through the sleeves, “But I hope you realise that this is the end of us having any privacy at all.”
“My door has a lock,” 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 McKinley’s 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 he’d 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 there’s no way she’d miss out on that.
What he’s 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 Blaine’s 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 Kurt’s neck. Kurt’s pretty sure he’s doing that cute thing where he pops his heel up, but he’s kind of too busy sucking on Blaine’s tongue to check, relishing the way Blaine’s fingers curl into the hair at the back of his neck.
“You’re kidding me.”
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. “Problem, Santana?”
“You’re fucking kidding,” she plants her hands on her hips, “Is 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.”
“Last I checked, Sue doesn’t have control over who I date,” Blaine snaps, “So you can eat it, Santana.”
And with that, he presses a kiss to Kurt’s 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.
“Holy shit,” he says as soon as the door is shut, “Where did that come from?”
Blaine is bouncing in his seat, a huge grin on his face. “Kurt, that felt so good, oh my god. The look on her face!”
“You realise the whole school knows now, right?” Kurt asks, putting the car in drive as Blaine does a little victory dance, “Like, there’s no way Santana didn’t somehow livestream that.”
“I don’t care,” Blaine says breathlessly, “Kurt, it felt amazing.”
“I can only imagine,” Kurt says, smiling at his boyfriend’s excited expression, “Nothing like putting Santana in her place.”
“We should have sex.”
Kurt nearly swerves off the road. “R-right now?”
“Maybe?” Blaine licks his lips, spreading his legs in his seat and twisting to face Kurt, “You can’t deny that I was kind of hot.”
“You’re always hot,” Kurt says, “But we are not totalling my car because you can’t wait to get back to my house.”
He can practically hear the pout in Blaine’s voice when he says “Fine, your loss,”
Kurt almost manages to resist, but his self-restraint is not exactly stellar and after a few seconds he can’t help but slide his hand over Blaine’s thigh and squeeze at the taut muscle beneath his palm. Blaine shudders and says “You’re kidding.”
“Patience is a virtue,” Kurt says.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Kurt smirks, and pushes his foot down on the gas a little harder.
a drabble in the werewolf!blaine ‘verse, this won’t make much sense if you don’t read those first. for nora, bc ilu and im super proud of you ♥
word count: 1141
Kurt is doing his best to study for his English Lit exam, nose buried in his copy of Midsummer Night’s Dream and the study playlist Blaine made for him playing over his headphones, but he can’t help but feel like something’s wrong. Something’s tugging at his heartstrings, itching at the inside of his ribcage, and finally he can’t take it any more and he gets up to stretch and make a cup of coffee.
While he’s 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 ♥
hey are you ok? weird feeling that you’re 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 ♥
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 ♥
car or on foot? do you need me to come and get you?
There’s no reply, which is even more worrying. Kurt kicks his shoes back off because as much as he’d like to go out and search for his more-than-likely in wolf form boyfriend, he knows it’s useless.
Sure enough, by the time his coffee finishes brewing and his snack plate is complete, there’s 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 it’s scary.
“Honey?” Kurt says softly, ushering him in, “What’s wrong?”
“My grandfather,” Blaine says through his teeth, “He came to visit.”
Kurt... doesn’t know much about Blaine’s grandfather. He knows he was alpha of pack Westerville for years before Blaine’s father took over, and he knows he’s more steeped in the ‘old ways’ than the rest of the pack is, but beyond that? The man’s an enigma.
“Okay,” Kurt stays at a distance as Blaine takes off his shoes, every movement deliberate and slow with fury. “Did he say something to you?”
“More like what didn’t he say?” Blaine says with a sharp, fractured laugh, “He 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 -”
His voice cracks and the angry shell cracks with it, his shoulders slumping, and Kurt rushes forward and gathers him into his arms, Blaine’s face pressed into his throat. Blaine’s hands clutch tight to his shirt, and Kurt can feel his whole body shaking.
“He told me our relationship was indecent,” Blaine whimpers, “He 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 don’t understand, I love you -”
“I know,” Kurt squeezes Blaine tight, “I know, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“He called me sinful, like we’re some kind of god-fearing family,” Kurt can feel Blaine’s tears soaking into his shirt, “He called me disgusting.”
“Your dad let him -?”
“Mom made him stop,” Blaine sniffs, “But god, Kurt, every word was like a bullet, it hurt, it still hurts -”
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 Blaine’s stupid family limb from limb.
“I hate him so much,” Blaine whispers, fingers curling into fists against Kurt’s chest, “I hate them.”
“I know,” Kurt whispers, “I know.”
“I don’t want to be in that pack anymore.”
“Join my pack,” Kurt says, kissing his forehead, “Just you and me. Lima pack.”
“Lima already has a pack,” Blaine says with a wet laugh, “They’re only a little less conservative than Westerville.”
“Hummel pack then,” Kurt says firmly, "Just us. Okay?”
“Sure,” Blaine says, taking in a deep, shuddery breath and holding it.
“I love you,” Kurt says softly, “And I swear I would fight any of them if you would let me.”
Blaine’s lungful of air is expelled in a snort. “You wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Hey, I can hold my own,” Kurt turns them towards the kitchen, guides Blaine to sit down in a chair, “And you know what? There’s only one thing in this relationship that’s sinful.”
Blaine tilts his head, and Kurt leans closer and whispers in his ear, “How good you look in those jeans.”
Blaine lets out a slightly hysterical giggle. “Kurt.”
“Just saying!” Kurt collects his snack plate and takes Blaine’s hand. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs.”
Once they’re settled on Kurt’s bed Blaine curls in close to Kurt, chest-to-back so Kurt can nuzzle his face into Blaine’s hair. “Okay?”
“As much as I can be,” his boyfriend sighs, but he’s more relaxed than he was earlier. Kurt kisses the back of his neck and then says softly “You know your mom loves you, right?”
Blaine inhales sharply. “I know.”
“I know she doesn’t show it well, but she does. She loves you and she supports us.”
Blaine nods silently, and then says so quietly it breaks Kurt’s heart, “I just wish she’d try and bring my dad around.”
“I know,” Kurt tightens his hold around Blaine, closes his eyes, “But we’ll get there. I promise, by the time I put a ring on your finger, your father will be crazy about me.”
Blaine snorts. “As long as he keeps his paws off my boyfriend, I won’t care.”
“Don’t you worry,” Kurt smiles, “You’re the only one who gets to put your muddy paws all over my house.”
“Hey! I’m a very clean wolf.”
“Oh, sure, that’s why I found half a forest under my bed the other day?”
“In my defence, things get stuck in my fur. It’s not my fault it’s so thick and well maintained.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kurt mutters, warmth blooming in his chest at the sound of Blaine’s laugh, as squeaky and unsure as it is.
They’ve made steps with Blaine’s 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 father’s ridiculous attitude, but...
Soon they’ll 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 Blaine’s breathing evens out in his arms, I’ll show you indecent, Anderson.
“Hi there everyone, my name is Blaine and I’ll be your guide for this hike today!”
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 he’s standing with a group of similarly dressed and hulking boys, tossing a football back and forth.
“Hey,” Burt nudges him, “Smile.”
Kurt peers over the top of his sunglasses and plasters his fakest show smile on his face. “Like this?”
“Kurt...”
“Why you thought I’d like a two hour walk through the backwoods of Ohio I don’t know,” 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.
“Hey!”
Kurt glances up and sees the annoyingly peppy guide coming up beside him with a wide smile on his face. He’s... 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, he’s cute.
“Hi,” Kurt replies on automatic, and the boy smiles even wider. “I’m Blaine. Guessing you’re not enjoying this hike too much?”
“I’m not an outdoors person,” Kurt swats at another fly, “Plus all these bugs -”
“They like people with product in their hair,” Blaine grins, “I figured that out pretty early on.”
Kurt touches his hair, which he had spent hours styling that morning in a desperate attempt to combat the summer heat. “I barely even had the foresight to put on sunblock, let alone bug spray.”
“Oh!” Blaine swings his bag off one shoulder and the bright rainbow badge on it catches Kurt’s attention, his eyes widening behind his sunglasses, “I bring bug spray with me every hike, do you want some?”
“Thanks,” Kurt takes the bottle from him and decides to take a jump, there’s no way a straight guy is doing guided hikes with bright yellow sunglasses and a rainbow badge on his bag. “So, um, where’d you get that badge?”
“The rainbow one?” Blaine shrugs, taking a few steps away as Kurt sprays himself liberally with bug spray, “I got it when I went to this LGBT convention in Columbus. I’m gay, so it’s kind of appropriate. Dissuades the attention of teenage girls.”
“You’re gay?” Kurt’s voice comes out more high-pitched and breathy than he intended, but he doesn’t even care because this boy is gay.
“Yeah,” Blaine smiles but it’s not as bright as before, and Kurt scrambles to reassure him. “Me too! I - yeah. Me too.”
“Cool,” is all Blaine says, but his smile turns up to its previous blinding beauty. “So what brings you out here if you’re not an outdoors-y person?”
“My dad thinks I’m spending too much time in front of the door waiting for college letters,” Kurt sighs, and Blaine laughs. “Me too! My mom set me up with this job because I was driving her nuts stressing over it. What are you hoping to study?”
“Fashion or musical theatre, depending on whether FIT or NYU accepts me,” Kurt says modestly, shrugging, and Blaine gasps. “Seriously? I want to study musical theatre at NYU as well! You like musicals?”
“Are you kidding? Musicals are my life.”
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 “the hot crazy french girl from that dream movie.” By the time the hike has come to an end Kurt is almost sad it’s over, especially as Blaine does a headcount and waves everyone off.
“Kurt, are you coming?” he hears Carole shout, and he grimaces and turns to call back “In a second!” before spinning to grab Blaine’s elbow. “Hey, this may seem a little forward, but can I get your number?”
Blaine stares at him, his mouth open, and Kurt start second-guessing himself. “I just - you know, I’m going to want some friends when I get to New York, and the gay population of Lima is depressingly low, it’d be nice to have someone to discuss the finer points of -”
Before he can continue digging himself into a hole, Blaine is whipping a sharpie out of his bag and grabbing Kurt’s wrist, scrawling his number across Kurt’s palm. “I have to go start another hike,” he says apologetically, and then - oh my god - he bobs up and pecks Kurt on the cheek with a grin and red cheeks. “Call me?”
“Yeah,” Kurt says breathlessly, staring after Blaine as he dashes across the parking lot, “Damn right I will.”
“Kurt!”
“Okay, okay!” 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, it’s 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!!
“See, Kurt?” Burt grins in the wingmirror, “Told you you’d enjoy it.”
“Whatever,” Kurt says under his breath, but he can’t stop himself from smiling as he looks at the number scrawled on his palm. Maybe the outdoors aren’t so bad after all.
