Mar 21, 2024
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ducklings first journey
small steps small steps great Big world -
Surface tension
fic: a cat thing
yes it's a thing ok don't judge me i like writing this. rest can be found here. enjoy xo
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”It’s a cat thing.”
”It’s a Blaine thing.”
“It’s a cat thing.”
“It’s definitely a Blaine thing.”
“Believe me, it’s a cat thing.”
“It’s a me thing.”
“You’re so self-centered.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“Or why I can’t stand you.”
“I’m pretty sure you can stand me.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Because some things stand when I’m near you.”
“Never.”
“Would you guys quit it already? Some of us are trying to eat,” Mercedes said with a fond roll of her eyes. Kurt blushed a bit and tried chewing on his bite of apple without choking, seeing as Blaine was sitting way too close and had a hand on his thigh.
“Can’t you just go find a hotel or something? It’s really disturbing,” Rachel said even as she cuddled closer to Finn.
“What? Because we’re both guys? You little –“
“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed. “That’s not what she meant.” He removed the hand on his thigh and crossed his legs before taking another bite of his apple. His appetite still wasn’t back, but he had to eat something or his dad would worry.
“What did she mean then?” Blaine spat as he glared at Rachel.
“She –“
“I have two gay dads, I’m not homophobic you know,” Rachel said, a bit offended. Kurt resisted the urge to face-palm when she went on yet another anecdote about her life and dads and talent. He sighed. People always got so mesmerized when she started talking; and it’s not that Kurt didn’t care. It was just that he’d heard all of her stories a million times before and they were kind of tiring in the long run. So he was completely unprepared when he felt Blaine grab his tail and start stroking it.
“What are you doing?” He hissed.
“Saying goodbye,” Blaine responded and tugged one last time on the tail before rising from the table. “Being near losers for so long gives me a headache. See you later, pet,” he added and caressed Kurt’s ear before leaving the cafeteria.
Kurt turned to find every one of his friends staring at him.
And then the commentary began.
“Your boyfriend just called us losers – aren’t you gonna say anything?”
“Are you boyfriends?”
“When did this even happen?”
“I was pretty sure you’d tell us something like this.”
“Why Anderson though?”
“Yea, he’s an asshole.”
Kurt was getting more and more frustrated. They didn’t give him any time to answer and it didn’t seem like they cared what he had to say anyhow. Not that he really had the answers even if they would listen. He was just as confused as they were.
It was just yesterday they’d kissed and suddenly Blaine was stuck at his side. Not like he was before, but like really stuck. He was standing by the entrance in the morning and followed Kurt to his locker with a permanent grin on his face – and that was even though Kurt had come with an awkward ‘I have to go home’ excuse the day before and then run away.
In class he’d sat in his normal seat; but much closer than he usually did and he made sure to have some part of himself under or on Kurt’s chair – namely his feet until Kurt pushed them down. His jeans were a light color and he did not want dirt on them.
At lunch he’d followed Kurt to the line and commented rudely on his he’d have to eat more otherwise he wouldn’t have any energy. (“And I’ll make sure you’ll need it.”) Kurt had thought that was it – but Blaine had sat down next to him and he just kept touching. A hand on his lower back in the hallways; hand wrapped around his tail in the class room; a hand on his thigh at lunch.
And yet… Blaine said nothing.
It wasn’t like they were boyfriends; they barely knew each other. But Kurt had kissed him and even though they had discussed it several times, Blaine still wouldn’t believe that it was just a cat thing. Kurt had mixed feelings. He felt the need to be just a touchy-feely as Blaine, but he couldn’t. He’d become way too fond of the shorter boy and then when his heat was over… well. It would just be awkward.
It would be so much easier if Blaine was a completely different person. Someone who would swoop Kurt off his feet and then they’d be boyfriends and everything would stop being so confusing.
“Kurt?” Tina called softly and the brunette’s head snapped up. He’d been staring at his apple for quite some time and the others were still staring at him.
“We’re not boyfriends,” he mumbled and then rose from the table. He didn’t know why it hurt to say the words out loud, but it made his lower lip tremble and he had to bite it to keep from crying.
It wasn’t supposed to hurt.
They were nothing. Not even friends, not really. They’d kissed once (okay, twice) and now Blaine was even more in his personal space than normally. That was it. It wasn’t like one of them had confessed to liking the other and Kurt wasn’t even sure he really liked Blaine at all.
And yet it still hurt.
Because Blaine had been acting boyfriend-y all day. Kurt didn’t have a lot of experience on the matter, but he was pretty sure staying that close to someone an entire day was a boyfriend thing to do. Kissing was too. God, they hadn’t even been on a date and Kurt had already kissed him. He got a tight feeling in his stomach whenever he thought about it.
He’d kissed someone.
Because he couldn’t control his stupid instincts. And because Blaine had looked and smelled so amazing and he’d been so close and… And Kurt should totally stop thinking about it because it made his head spin. He didn’t know why he let Blaine do as he pleased. It felt natural to let him touch and caress his tail and ears; even if he’d refuse to admit it out loud.
Luckily for Kurt, he and Blaine didn’t share his next class so he was free to sit in his own thoughts without constantly having someone’s eyes glued to the back of his head.
When he’d finished his last class of the day, he’d come to a decision.
It really was just a cat thing and if he just ignored it, his heat would eventually cool down and he’d be back to normal in no time. He walked out of the school feeling confident and better about himself than he had all day. And he was almost at his car, when a call reached his ears.
“There you are.” Why were his reactions so much stronger whenever Blaine was involved? “I’ve been looking for you, puss. You didn’t show up at your locker.”
I was avoiding you. “So?”
“So nothing,” Blaine just shrugged. He reached out to place a hand on Kurt’s tail, but the brunette took a step back. He’d made a decision after all.
“I gotta go,” he murmured and turned to unlock the car.
“What? Don’t I get a kiss goodbye?”
“N-no,” Kurt mumbled. “Why would you?”
“Because I’m super hot?” Kurt just scoffed as he opened the car door. “Because I deserve it?” Blaine tried again. “Because… I’m taking you on a date tomorrow night?”
“What?” Kurt turned to face him.
“We’re going out to a fancy dinner, so I deserve a kiss, don’t I?” Kurt was too stunned to say anything, and so Blaine just shrugged and leaned close. “I can wait till after the date then,” he breathed out and then turned on the spot; throwing a little finger wave over his shoulder.
A date…
Screw decisions because Kurt had a date with Blaine Anderson.
fic: heat
it's another one of those kitty!kurt and badboy!blaine things - this time especially for my new bff 5evar :}
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If the week up to his heat wasn’t Kurt’s favorite, you could only guess how much he hated the days when the heat was the strongest. He spent a day or two at home; alone in his bedroom, trying not to go insane. His dad left him mostly alone, because he knew better after the first few years. And after those two days at home, he’d be back at school. The following few weeks he’d be clingy and too personal, but his friends knew him well enough not to comment on it. And his teachers… well, they knew not to bother him too much. Because even though he was warmer and friendlier than normally towards his friends, he was colder and more distant towards anybody else. He’d rather close off human contact completely than accidentally rub up against some stranger.
He’d done it once the first year and he’d never done it since. He still shuddered thinking of his younger self happily cuddling up to someone on the bus – and the older lady backing off with a disgusted look on her face. No, he was never doing that again. He’d rather distance himself from anybody but his family and friends.
He didn’t know why or how, but Kurt had happily forgotten that he’d have to deal with Blaine. He’d never voluntarily admit what thoughts had sneaked into his head in the darkest moments of his heat, but he knew if he was anywhere near the curly haired boy he might slip up. Flashes of golden eyes and curls sticking to a tan forehead with sweat had haunted him for two entire days and yet he wasn’t prepared for the sight of Blaine leaning against his locker when he arrived at school.
“Morning kitty,” Blaine said with a smirk as he pushed himself off the lockers and stepped closer to where Kurt had frozen a few feet away. “Sleep well?”
Kurt’s tail curled around his fluttering stomach and he averted his gaze as he stepped carefully around Blaine. He simply nodded before opening his locker and sticking his head too far inside it. At times like these he wished he was more cat so he could curl into himself and hide somewhere nobody else could fit. Like his locker, for example.
“It doesn’t really look like it with those bags under your eyes,” Blaine remarked and ran a hand up Kurt’s back; seeing as he couldn’t curl his hand around his tail as he usually did. Kurt tensed and his ears lay flat on his head. He felt his face heat up and squeezed his eyes shut. Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t, he thought frantically even as he felt the vibration start up deep in his throat. He pulled back and slammed his locker before running down the hallway as fast as he could. He hadn’t purred just because Blaine touched him, had he?
Blaine stood back at Kurt’s locker with a surprised look on his face.
He’d barely said anything, least of all done what he usually did, and yet Kurt had run away. He’d just… run away. Blaine felt a heavy knot in his stomach but pushed it away as he shook himself out of his daze.
The little kitty could run, but he couldn’t hide.
Especially not since they had the same class and the brunette never skipped. Blaine’s grin was right back where it belonged as he strutted down the hallway to his first class of the day.
Arriving on just the rude side of late Blaine sauntered into the class room and sat at his normal seat right behind Kurt. He stretched his legs so his feet were under Kurt’s chair, but still didn’t get any reaction from the brunette other than unusually tense shoulders and – wait a minute. He’d actually tugged his tail in front of himself so Blaine wouldn’t be able to reach?
“Sneaky little thing,” Blaine mumbled, but two could play games like those and so he started rhythmically kicking his boot clad foot into the chair’s legs. It always drove Kurt crazy – and he saw it right away; the way the brunette’s shoulders drew up and his body seemed to want to turn around of its own accord. But then… nothing. He didn’t even glare over his shoulder.
Blaine was utterly confused.
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Kurt was doomed.
He’d thought he had his situation under control, but he’d forgotten how persistent Blaine was. And the stupid clank, clank, clank of his boots reminded Kurt all too much of one of his dreams; instead of boots against a chair, it had been a bed against a wall and Kurt didn’t want to be thinking of those things when the object of his dreams was sitting right behind him. He felt a faint throbbing between his legs and would’ve groaned out loud if it wouldn’t have surely gotten him some very unwelcome attention.
And it kept going all day.
Blaine followed him around like a puppy – an annoying, persistent, mean little puppy. Kurt was getting more and more skittish and he actually ran into the girl’s bathroom with Mercedes at one point just to cool down. His face was permanently red and he was pretty sure his tail had molded itself to his stomach. He jumped and flinched at every sound and touch and he was constantly looking for Blaine over his shoulder.
At lunch Blaine actually had the nerve to sit at their table and grin at him. The others looked confused and Kurt just felt his heart speed up for the hundredth time that day.
“That’s not a lot you’re eating,” Blaine commented when Kurt put down his tray. He was right; it only had an apple on it but Kurt was still slightly embarrassed, because –
“He never eats much during the heat,” Mercedes explained and Kurt whipped his head around to stare at her so fast his neck cracked.
“Mercedes,” he hissed and she quickly figured out what she’d done wrong. She’d just assumed Blaine was close enough to Kurt for him to know – after all, they seemed to spend a lot of time together. Blaine was always around. Kurt looked at Blaine’s wide eyes and almost let out a sob. It was so humiliating. Blaine would surely laugh at how he’d been acting and then Kurt would have to admit that he saw Blaine as more than just an annoying stalker and he wasn’t ready for that and oh god, why was he still here?
Kurt bolted from the room even as Mercedes called his name after him. This time though, Blaine was more aware and he rose from his seat to follow the brunette merely a few seconds after he’d left.
They ended in the parking lot; with Kurt trying to find his car keys so he could go home and cry about what a freak he was, and Blaine stopping only a few feet from him.
“You run away a lot.”
“Would you please just leave me alone?” Kurt mumbled and he was ashamed to hear how the tears had infected his voice. It was weak and shaky.
“I’d really rather not,” Blaine shrugged and took a step closer. If he reached out his hand he would be able to touch Kurt’s shaking arm.
“Well I’m still asking you to,” the brunette snapped and turned around to shoot a dangerous glare in Blaine’s direction. He shouldn’t have. Blaine was just as gorgeous as usual with his tight shirt and his dark jeans and his stupid boots and those dark curls and – Kurt was spiraling.
Blaine was grinning at him with his head tilted slightly to the side.
“You don’t mean that,” he stated. Kurt’s eyes widened but he didn’t say anything so Blaine continued. “You’d prefer if I kept near you. At all times.” He took another step and this time he actually reached out and ran his fingertips gently over Kurt’s arm. “Even when you’re like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like this. Panting. Wanting. Begging for me to touch you.”
“I’m not –“
“Oh but you are,” Blaine interrupted. “Maybe not with words, but your eyes tell a whole other story.” Kurt lowered his eyes as his cheeks shone a bright red.
“I hate you,” he whispered and tried to mean it.
“No you don’t,” Blaine said softly.
“I do.” Kurt mumbled and kept staring at Blaine’s boots as they came even closer. He was sure if he looked up now he’d be so close to the other boy that he could…
“You don’t.” Blaine’s voice was still cocky yet quiet in a way Kurt had never heard before. He dared a look up and regretted it immediately. Blaine was staring intensely at him with those warm eyes and Kurt felt his entire will break from that look alone. He lunged forward and crashed their lips together before he even had time to think about it.
He didn’t have to worry about Blaine’s reaction though; seeing as the curly haired boy’s arms wound themselves around his waist and drew him closer. Kurt pulled back for a short moment to whisper against Blaine’s lips: “This is just a cat thing. It doesn’t change anything.” Then he connected their lips again before Blaine could say anything.
fic: little prey
and so it got another part: you can read the rest of this verse here. let's go see how kitty!kurt is holding up!
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The week up to his heat was never Kurt’s favorite. He was overly affectionate and he kept rubbing his head against things and people and he hated that. Fortunately he’d always been a rather private person, and his stubbornness beat his cat instinct almost every time, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t control himself. And he’d just have to spend a few days at home when it was the worst and he’d be fine.
Normally he’d be fine, at least.
But Kurt hadn’t had his normal life for a few weeks now, thanks to Blaine Anderson.
“Kurt.”
And he had those perfect straight teeth that showed off when he smiled that crooked smile. His ears were small with a piercing in the right one, but his chin and neck so strong-looking and the way his shoulders stretched so broad just like his chest and then it all ended in that tiny waist. And his ass, damn.
“You’re staring at him again,” Mercedes pointed out calmly.
“I’m not,” Kurt mumbled but couldn’t take his eyes off Blaine’s ass when he put one boot-clad foot up on the bench to tie his shoelaces. It was just so round and tight and perfect looking. He may be on the small side (even though Kurt always felt like the small one when they stood next to each other), but wow he was clearly in the front row when God gave out legs, because the way his jeans clung not only to his wonderful ass but also his strong thighs could not be a mortal trait. And –
And he was caught staring.
Blaine was looking right at him and Kurt felt as if his face was on fire. He quickly averted his gaze but he’d already seen how Blaine was grinning at him, like he’d won some kind of game. He didn’t have to look up less than a minute later to see whose shadow had landed on the table. Mercedes was fidgeting next to them as if she wanted to go but didn’t want to leave Kurt alone.
“Checking me out, are we, pet?” Blaine asked casually as he planted his ass firmly on the table right next to Kurt’s food.
“In your dreams, Anderson,” Kurt spat because really? What was he supposed to say?
“Oh believe me honey; you do a lot more than check me out in my dreams.” And there it was. The crooked grin with the white teeth and it was accompanied by a wink with those warm honey eyes and oh fuck, Kurt was spiraling. He’d have to look away, but Blaine’s eyes kept him hostage and he was pretty sure he was supposed to retort in some way but he couldn’t come up with any response so he just kept staring. Taking his silence as another victory, Blaine leaned closer.
“You’d like to try it out, maybe?” He whispered and Kurt’s heart skipped a few beats.
He hadn’t planned it.
He hadn’t asked for it.
He certainly hadn’t meant to.
He was pretty sure he wouldn’t have wanted it even if he’d had a choice, which he didn’t. Instead his entire body betrayed him and he leaned the last bit closer; softly rubbing his cheek against Blaine’s slightly stubbly one while a quiet purr made its way up his throat. When it left his body, he jerked back with big eyes and a horrified expression on his face.
What had he just done?
Blaine didn’t seem to have anticipated that kind of reaction either because for the first time since Kurt had met him, he looked shocked and speechless; mouth slightly agape and eyes wide-open with surprise.
Oh god, he’d never survive this.
And it was with that thought in his head that Kurt fled the cafeteria so fast not even Mercedes was able to run after him to comfort him. So instead she turned to Blaine with her best bitch glare.
“What did you do to him?!” She demanded in a harsh voice. In the meantime Blaine had gotten his act together and his attitude was right where it belonged.
“What does it matter to you?” He asked with a demeaning smirk on his lips and a raised eyebrow.
“He’s my boy, you jerk, and if you’ve done anything to hurt him, I swear to god –“
“Chill lady, I didn’t do anything.” Blaine shrugged before jumping off the table. He sauntered nonchalantly out of the cafeteria; purposely ignoring the looks he was receiving from everyone in the room. They’d all seen Kurt jerk back and run off, but what had the badboy done to make him react like that…?
“Where did you go, silly kitty,” Blaine mumbled to himself as he walked down the hallway; trying hard not to look like he was looking for anyone, even as he stuck his head inside the various bathrooms he walked by on his way out of the school. Where would he have gone if he’d just rubbed his cheek against someone? Blaine chuckled at the thought. Probably to the nearest bathroom stall, but he wouldn’t have gone alone, so that was out of the question. He kept walking until he reached the bleachers and he only stopped because he was pretty sure he’d heard someone sob nearby.
Kurt ran his sleeve under his nose and curled further into himself. He’d heard and smelled Blaine before the boy even came into his line of vision, but he didn’t give any signs of having realized he was there. Maybe if he ignored him long enough, Blaine would just go away and forget the whole thing even happened.
Stupid cat instincts, if only he hadn’t been staring like some lovesick fool… Kurt buried his face in his knees and his ears lay flat on his head as he waited for Blaine to say something.
The gentle pressure of a hand to his head made Kurt flinch, but the hand didn’t disappear. “Here I thought we were getting somewhere and then you run out on me. I must say I’m disappointed, puss,” Blaine sighed. Kurt sniffled once but didn’t say anything. Blaine removed his hand from the brunette’s hair but didn’t leave; instead he sat down on the ground next to him.
“You’re going to ruin those pants y’know,” Blaine said. “A fucking shame if you ask me because, man, do they complement your ass nicely.” Kurt finally looked up at that, if only just to glare at Blaine. The curly haired boy smiled crookedly.
“You’re an asshole,” Kurt mumbled and rubbed his sleeve over his eyes to get rid of the last few tears.
“And you’re a mean kitty.”
“I’m not– Look, I didn’t exactly choose this!”
“Ah, but you did choose to rub yourself all over my handsome face, did you not, my dear pet?” Blaine smiled, while Kurt’s face took a red color.
“It wasn’t on purpose,” he mumbled.
“Too hot to resist? It’s okay, I get it.”
“That’s not it!” Kurt argued and finally straightened his back to get eye contact.
“It’s not?” Blaine’s eyes narrowed as his smirk grew. “I didn’t see you rubbing off on anybody else though, hmm?”
“It’s a cat thing!” Kurt defended angrily.
“No puss, it’s a Blaine thing. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” And with that Blaine rose from the ground and was about to walk away; leaving Kurt to stand alone again, but this time the brunette had had enough.
“Listen here, Anderson,” he said and grabbed Blaine’s shoulder. “Enough with the cat thing. If there’s something you want from me, say it, instead of treating me like some kind of game.”
Blaine looked into Kurt’s blue eye and his smirk fell slightly. “Oh but babe,” he said softly and reached behind Kurt to get a good grip on his tail. “That’s the fun part of the hunt.”
Instead of just releasing the tail as usual, Blaine tugged it harshly once, before pulling it to his lips and planting a soft kiss at the tip.
“See you around, my little prey.”
fic: tail pulling
i wrote a thing and then another thing and now i'mma share a third thing and declare this to be a 'verse i enjoy ((and wow ok prompt me, cuz it's super fun to write))
anyways, kitty!kurt and badboy!blaine on another adventure!
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It quickly became a thing. The tail pulling.
Or maybe pulling was too harsh a word. Then again, if someone grabbed your tail at least twice a day just to stroke it or hold it, wouldn’t you have a right to call it whatever you felt like?
Anyway. It became a thing.
Not at first; not until Kurt had thought ‘not today’.
“What do you do to it?” Blaine’s voice hit Kurt’s ears before his hands grabbed his tail, but Kurt was never fast enough to snatch it away. He’d be close. Just an inch more and Blaine’s hand would’ve missed. But instead it closed around the long tail; further and further up each day, and stroked down to the tip.
Kurt would shiver and Blaine would grin.
The first few times he’d entertain him. Ask him back “Do to it?” while protectively holding his tail between his hands. But he’d soon learn that entertaining Blaine Anderson wasn’t a good idea. It apparently meant that Blaine saw no limits to his idiotic ways.
“Do you wash it the same way you wash your hair?” Blaine asked as Kurt snagged his tail back; smoothing the hairs down after the rough treatment.
“What do you care?” Kurt sighed. He was getting tired after a week of almost nonstop teasing. “It’s not like you have a tail you need to treat.”
“You’re right,” Blaine said; putting a hand on the lockers next to Kurt’s head, only to lean in even closer. Kurt almost snapped his head back, but he’d done that the day before, and the lump on the back of his head hurt. He wasn’t about to make a fool of himself – again. “But,” Blaine continued as he stared too openly at Kurt’s lips. “I might get to treat someone else’s soon.” And then he was gone. Walking down the hall with a sway in his hips, like he hadn’t just pressed Kurt up against the lockers.
And Kurt was left looking flabbergasted and a little bit disappointed.
But it didn’t stop there, oh no. Kurt had no idea why, but apparently the new boy had taken a liking to him, seeing as he was everywhere Kurt was. Not that he minded all that much; he could easily (or at least pretend to) ignore him, and by some weird miracle the jocks had left him alone the entire week.
At lunch Kurt had started standing in front of Mercedes and talk to her without turning around in the lunch line, because every other time he’d feel either Blaine’s eyes on his ass or his hands on his tail. Mercedes didn’t seem to mind, even though it was kind of awkward to talk to someone’s back.
If he didn’t place himself like that, it would end it dropped food and angry looks from others; looks that Kurt would hide from and his ears would lay flat and his tail would curl, while Blaine… Blaine would ignore them and keep on petting Kurt’s tail with this self-satisfied smirk on his face. So Kurt had taken to standing awkwardly and sitting with his back to the table or pressed up against one of the girls.
But today…
Today was different.
Today Blaine hadn’t showed up at Kurt’s locker – at all. And while it was a relief of some kind, Kurt still had to stop himself from looking around the hallways all day. He was more twitchy than normally, even though there was no hot breath in his ear during class; nor was there a persistent pressure on his tail or ears.
It’s not that he missed it, he was just… worried.
Because even though apparently Blaine only ever showed up where and when Kurt did, it didn’t seem like the new kid would just disappear, and he hadn’t really said anything the day before. Not that they really talked much, other than the weird normal conversations they had. Which mostly revolved around Kurt’s grooming of his tail.
When lunch rolled around and Blaine still hadn’t shown up, Kurt had started zoning out in everything he did. He didn’t feel like eating lunch and he told Mercedes as much; instead walking alone to his locker to get the books for his next class. He’d stopped hoping – no, dreading, not hoping, he wasn’t hoping – for Blaine to show up, so when he heard approaching steps, he felt a little surge in his stomach, he couldn’t really decide was good or bad.
A shoulder check making his cheek connect with the hard metal edge of his locker made the decision for him. Definitively a bad surge.
“Watch where you’re going, homo!” A familiar voice sneered and Kurt wanted to curl into himself and disappear. He’d only just gotten used to not being scared all the time, and now they were back. And judging by the wet trail he felt down his cheek, they hadn’t gotten any softer over the passing week.
A thud interrupted Kurt’s thoughts, and he jumped nearly a foot in the air when the jock crashed into the lockers next to him.
“Watch where you’re going, fuckface,” said a rough voice and Kurt immediately looked up to lock eyes with Blaine. “Hi kitty,” the boy winked and then turned his attention back to the football player. “Fuck off asshole.”
Maybe the terrified look on the jock’s face should’ve made completely sense to Kurt. Blaine was kind of scary looking with his combat boots and dark washed out jeans – not to mention the awful leatherjacket that anyone else would look tacky in, but Blaine seemed to somehow pull off anyway. And the poor guy was alone; none of the other jocks wandered around at lunch time, and they normally ‘hunted’ in packs. Still Kurt had to stare a bit as the boy just glared at Blaine before nearly running down the hallway.
“I thought you weren’t here today,” was the first thing leaving Kurt’s mouth. He saw his mistake the exact moment Blaine’s face split into a grin.
“You noticed I was gone, huh? Missed me, puss?”
“I –“ A loud bang further down the hall made Kurt flinch and press himself against the lockers. He closed his eyes and felt his face burn with embarrassment. It was just some noise from one of the class rooms and yet he felt the need to hide underneath something solid.
A soft pressure on his cheekbone almost made him smash his head back against the lockers; but he was stopped by another hand on the back of his neck. His eyes flashed open but he was only met by Blaine’s expressionless face; a hand gently rubbing the drops of blood off his face.
“You’re bleeding,” he stated, as if Kurt wouldn’t have noticed.
“I– It’s fine. I just need to clean the cut so it won’t get infected,” Kurt mumbled awkwardly. Why was Blaine staring at him so intensely? He felt his stomach tighten and something hot burned in his veins when Blaine leaned closer; hands keeping Kurt’s head in place. Closing his eyes on instinct, Kurt didn’t see it, but he felt it. Blaine’s tongue soothing over the cut on his cheek.
His entire body burned in a mix of embarrassment, instinct and arousal.
Nobody had ever been this close to him before. Nobody had ever licked him before. Like it was a normal thing, and not just a thing Kurt had to refrain from doing when he was with his friends or anybody really.
“There,” Blaine said as he pulled back; both of his hands disappearing from the brunette’s face. “Disinfected it for ya.”
Kurt just stood, leaning against the lockers; his eyes slowly opening to see Blaine grinning at him. He was speechless. Who would lick someone just to disinfect a stupid little cut? Not a normal human being, that’s for sure.
A tight grip on his tail shook Kurt out of his weird embarrassment-confusion shock and he finally glared at Blaine before pulling his tail back. Blaine surged forward, only to whisper in his ear, “You’re welcome.”
“I’m –“
“See you around, pet,” Blaine said before giving Kurt’s tail a final tug and walking down the hall. Kurt was left, as usual with a confusing mix of annoyance and gratefulness stirring inside him.
So yea, the tail pulling was definitely a thing.