“I’d totally fuck you.”

this meme right here.

“A Tony?  There’s no way. 
I mean the show’s great but..I don’t know.. 
…You think I have a chance?”

Of course you do.  Are you kidding? 
You’re the best there is.  And it’s Sunset Boulevard.
Besides.  If you do—?

I’d totally fuck you the second you hear I’m right..
I don’t care where we are, Mister Hummel-Anderson.
How’s that for proof that I’m positive your name is gonna be on that list?

That night Blaine sang Joe Gillis so hard if he hadn’t sealed the deal before?  His vocal cords swore to God they better have made the cut.  It might have been an unnecessary amount of goading on a Tony’s behalf.  Seeing as how they were never a pair to hold out on each other when it came to those antics.  But why not make sure a.) he was going to win and b.) well..b would just be the icing on top of a cake he was working harder than he’s ever worked in his life to finally be able to get a taste of.

They’d been inside Blaine’s dressing room for less than ten minutes before half his clothes were pooled on the floor at his feet.  To be fair?  So were Kurt’s.  Fast kisses and desperate-to-get-you-naked hands turned into longer, deeper strokes of tongues against one another and delicate caresses over his undershirt and up over Kurt’s cheeks.  Breathless from darting off the stage and being drug past everyone before his back was pressed against the black painted door plastered with posters and flyers from his show, Blaine hummed into another round of kisses before pulling back and letting them both swallow down a few gulps of air.  

Kurt’s cologne filled his nose, he could taste a small hint of it on the roof of his mouth from where his lips grazed over his pulse point, too.  Sweet and spice and summer.  Half a dozen walls between them and the theater made the noise from the dwindling music muffled and yet it felt like it was just outside the door.  The notes permanently flowing through his veins now.  Like they melted with his DNA months ago.  Maybe that’s why tonight was the show.  A celebratory performance for the night the word Tony Nominee was mentioned in the news with his name behind it.  There was a crowd building outside, however.  Well wishing fans who couldn’t wait to tell him how happy they were in person.  He wouldn’t keep them waiting.  Not for long, anyway.

But first..this…

Blaine found out the news right before hitting the stage.  Kurt arrived ten minutes into the show and his intermission was filled with an on the spot interview that kept them from seeing one another until Kurt’s hand was on his wrist and they were here doing this.  A ‘congratulations’ and ‘I love you’.  About six of them exchanged and thanked for in various ways ranging from teeth over skin to a sigh of the actual words later?  He couldn’t help grinning and taunting Kurt with a reminder of a promise made months ago when the rumor was fed his way that this was even a REAL possibility.  “And what did you say you’d do if I got nominated again?  Just to make sure we both remember,” he was grinning but his fingers were unlatching Kurt’s belt as a brow playfully jerked up making it clear that before they went out there?  They were going to have their own celebration in here first.  A promise is a promise.