Send ♚ and I will generate a number to determine where my muse will kiss yours. // 18. Lips
Okay, so maybe the idea of dating a famous guy was rather blissful at first but now that Kurt was doing it in reality it wasn’t as grand as it appeared. Quite the opposite actually. There was the one factor of the paparazzi stalking him all over the damn place and asking him questions about his boyfriend, which was just none of their damn business so he tended to put his ear phones in to tune them out with whatever song played first (even if it was Aqua’s Barbie Girl). And they were everywhere too, so he had to take up desperate measures to avoid public places which was stressful in itself really.
The second factor meant Cooper was busy a lot. Sure, Kurt came to visit him on set or had scheduled lunch dates every other day so it wasn’t like he never got his mans attention, but it just wasn’t the same when they were still in that figuring out their title area of their relationship.
It was the third factor that really burned Kurt up though. The fans. Oh, the fans. The crazed, over the top fans who would send him hate on twitter, Facebook, Instagram, basically every social media Kurt was apart of that was public just enough for them to make a snotty comment. It hurt the first few weeks but he was learning to let it roll off his back and not to check his notifications quite as often, let alone post as much as he had back in high school. It was just more ammo for them to use against him, right? And what was worse? When they waited for his boyfriend and tried to supposedly seduce him with their ass or their chest, and the stealing kisses thing? Fuck that.
Coming over to Cooper’s one weekend, Kurt decided he’d sulk on the sofa and wait for his boyfriend to get there which just meant his mind rolled over every possible way he could somehow make sure he and Cooper were still okay. That they would get through these rough patches. And with him sitting there for a few hours, it let his mind gear over the positive and negative which did actually result in some tears. By the time Cooper did arrive, Kurt wasted no time in getting up to throw his arms around the taller man’s shoulders, pressing a longing kiss to his lips. And that’s where it started for the night. He didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to do something with Cooper that no delusional fan would get to do, or no paparazzi stalker would get to see. No one would get to experience this, no one but him. Him alone. Because Cooper Anderson was his man when the stage door closed. All his and he was going to see to it that even Cooper understood that.
