Kurts face. Kurts. Fucking. Face.
And I just noticed that Kurt leans into the embrace. Oh my god the feels are getting worse.
The fact that after Kurt pulled Blaine into the hotel room by his tie and before they fell, intertwined onto the bed, they stopped to remove the comforter and throw pillows and stack them neatly in a pile on the corner chair…I just…it’s just so them.
Giggly, giddy, and high on each other and the familiar feeling of home that settles just behind their belly buttons when the other is near, they stumble into the room. Kurt’s still tugging Blaine’s tie and Blaine almost falls into Kurt, but somehow manages to plant his feet and clutch Kurt’s waist just in time to prevent them from tipping backward onto the bed.
“Gotcha!” Blaine grins into Kurt’s neck, pulling him close. “That would have been a disaster.”
Kurt drapes his arms over Blaine’s shoulders and grins. “Mmm, thank you for saving us. I’m already wrinkled, we don’t need to be covered in whatever diseases are no doubt festering in that duvet.”
They both chuckle, then, after a quick peck, reluctantly let go and begin to turn down the bed. They both know there’s nothing more filthy and less likely to be cleaned than a decorative duvet in a hotel room. Blaine automatically heads to the left and Kurt to right, just like they used to on lazy Sunday mornings when they made Kurt’s bed before heading downstairs for brunch. They grin sheepishly at each other as they grab their respective sides of the comforter and fold backward, then again, and again, until they’re at the foot of the bed, the comforter stretched out in an elongated rectangle between them. They walk toward each other and press the two ends of the comforter together. Blaine finds it difficult to resist the seductive glint in Kurt’s eyes as they stand in the middle of the hotel room with nothing between them but a folded blanket that Blaine desperately wants to get out of his arms so he can hold Kurt there instead. Kurt leans in, their lips meet, and it’s slow and deep and good. They release and Blaine lets go of his end of the blanket which is now secure in Kurt’s long and capable fingers, and he bends down and grabs the hanging portion of the comforter, lifts it up, and they fold it together once more.
They steal eager glances at each other, but go about the rest of the ritual quickly and silently — Kurt placing the folded blanket on the corner chair as Blaine returns to the bed and removes all the throw pillows…all accept one. Then, Blaine carries his offering and places it, too, on the little chair.
Now, everything in its place, Kurt and Blaine stand in their places, side by side. Wordless, his eyes never leaving Blaine’s, Kurt reaches out, takes Blaine’s tie in his hands—gently this time—and shimmies it loose. Blaine reciprocates, extending his arms the small distance between them and unbuttons Kurt’s shirt.
Kurt slips Blaine’s tie from his collar and let’s it fall to the floor. “Mmm, I’ve missed you so much,” Kurt hums as Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt’s waist and mouths at the long expanse of Kurt’s neck, working his collar open.
Blaine pauses his work, pulls back to look into Kurt’s eyes, and revel in the passion, the love he finds there. “I’ve missed you too,” Blaine whispers. “So much.”
Suddenly, something in Kurt’s eyes changes, his lashes lower and his mouth quirks up, and he speaks with pure confidence and want. “And just what are you going to do about it?”
Suit jackets don’t belong on the floor. Dress shirts should be folded and not crumpled. Everything has its place. But when you’re in the right place with the right person, what else could possibly matter?
We’re just friends.
woah sorry I don’t glee anymore but:
jesus christopher. holy cheesus.
and it’s better reversed:
I JUST STOLE A GIF AND EDIT IT SORRY BUT I HAD TO POINT THIS
because of reasons
hey, remember that time kurt hummel had a problem with being sexy?
yah, i think he’s good now.
yah, hes good.