( sms : my fiancé )And potentially equally as embarrassing. ( sms : my fiancé ) 😶😫 ( sms : my fiancé ) Didn’t I literally just give you an ultimatum? ( sms : my fiancé ) I am not beyond raising the stakes.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Technically, yes. As far as the meaning of ultimatum goes? You, definitely, gave me one. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) With that in mind! The issue with ultimatums is: the ultimatum-ee has to outweigh the benefits of heeding the ultimatum or ignoring it. Figure out which of the two is better. Then decide what to do. 🤔 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Raising the stakes? Oooh?? I’m curious to hear what you have in mind. It may make this decision so much easier.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Not a word. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Who knows. Maybe I’ll even do you the courtesy of bringing home an additional cronut. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Y’know, since Bruce seems to like those so much.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you trying to bribe my silence with cronuts, Kurt Hummel?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m staring at half a torso and one arm that was stuffed under the bed and one additional cronut is supposed to stop me from sharing this with my best friend? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I don’t know. I can always go buy my own sweets. But this. This is a pricelessly adorable opportunity that would be a shame to pass up..
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think you already know the answer. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) 😘
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Soooo.. The answer is.. Yes to snuggling with your completely normal even though he’s named and that is beyond cute hug substitute? But I’m not allowed to say anything and I have to hide him before someone else gets home? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Not that I’m snuggling! It’s just good to know..for the sole purpose of the whole possibly more idea. I don’t want to risk my chances…
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kurt.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Let me break it down for you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) One lifetime of canoodling with a pillow and not your fiancé, or a lifetime canoodling and possibly some other stuff with your actual fiancé.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Uh oh. I feel like I’m about to be in trouble.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I was right. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You drive a pretty hard bargain, Kurt Hummel. I guess I’ll pick the latter. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Does that mean I have to put him back in his creepy box AND not say anything? Or can I keep him out until you’re home? I just want to be clear on the stipulations before I ruin my chances of having the ‘canoodling and possibly some other stuff’.
❝ I love you, too.” the taller man breathed, smiling fondly as Blaine settled down on the chair next to him. Uttering those three little words, true as they were and as much as they meant, had become a daily ritual for them. Three words of support and reassurance sent via a simple text message, spoken out loud on their late night video chats or to end their long distance phone calls. Saying it in person, finally, and without once again any distance between them– It really couldn’t help but feel like the beginning of senior year all over again; butterflies swirling around in his stomach and his heart filled with nothing but content as they shared one of hopefully many breakfasts at the loft together.
“They do look especially scrumptious.” His eyes closed at Blaine’s slightest touch before he allowed his insides to fill up with coffee. “I could show you where to get the best coffee and cronuts,” Kurt suggested, his mind soon enough racing with endless possibilities and options of things his newly graduated fiancé might just find especially enjoyable. “It’s sure been a while since I last took the more scenic routes through the greater parts of Manhattan.” Taking the subway was the Big Apple’s way of moving around after all, and as much as he could appreciate New York’s wildly renown urban exterior, hopping between various trains and stations usually tended to a lot faster in terms of viable transportation. Especially when you so happened to be on your way to an important class or audition.
“You are going to love Chelsea and the East Village.”
Hearing ‘I love you’ created the same butterfly wings beating against the walls of his stomach feeling that it did to Kurt. If they weren’t careful? They were going to have a whole oratory of the little buggers with how often they made one another feel that way. From a glance, to a touch, a kiss or three little words..Blaine’s life felt more complete than it had in a year. A reassuring, peaceful feeling that he never wanted to go away. And doubted ever would. Tearing his gaze, starry eyed and full of awe as it was, away from his fiance’ and down to his breakfast plate–Blaine picked up his fork and dug lightly at a strip of cantaloupe sitting next to his stack of pancakes. “I didn’t do that bad, huh,” it was sort of impressive now that he took a look at it. To pull all this off in a kitchen he barely knew without waking Kurt up til the very end. Totally worth it but wow..he made all this for two people? Yep.
“That sounds like an amazing start of the day. After we walk off way too much food..cronuts? Like real New York City cronuts? Yeah. That’s going to be a must. Maybe we can fill up on coffee round two when we’re there. I might need to get one on the way out if that’s okay?” The idea of exploring all of New York City was a bit much to chew off in one day but Blaine’s head was swimming with the idea they might and finding it impossible to keep them on any sort of sensible track. It was better to let Kurt map out their day or he’d have them dashing from one end of the city to the next.
“And then I’m taking you out to dinner. A nice one. No Ifs, Ands, or Buts. Okay?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Juuust making observations. 😇 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Maybe romance isn’t so dead after all. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You can do this.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) They are completely false observations! 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh! Equally false accusations, too, Sir! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know I can do it.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) But do I want to do it??
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Riiiight. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I sure hope you asked for good ol’ Bruce’s permission. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Rest assured, I should be home in about an hour. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And not a word to Rachel. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Or Santana.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt! How dare you? I’m completely innocent of any one armed pillow snuggles! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you? Should I tuck him back in his box before then? Cause I’d rather have the real thing. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
I mean–if I was using the cuddle substitute? I’d prefer you over it. Because I’d rather have you all the time. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Not even a teeny slip? That’s going to be hard..
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Didn’t I literally just plead the fifth? (a little while later) ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Fine. You win. His name’s Colin. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) He resides with Rachel. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Or at least he used to at some point during our few brief fleeting moments as two single and definitely not yet ready to mingle stuffed boyfriend arm loving roommates.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You did. Oops? (delayed response )
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I knew it!!! Colin?? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Rachel?? LOL ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You know.. Not that I’m trying it. Because I’m not. But.. He seems pretty comfy. Maybe both of you were onto something..
( mssg » blaine | sent ) He’s certainly proven himself competition. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Always happy to be of service. 😘 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I… plead the fifth. 🤐 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I should probably figure out some kind of multiple digit lock combination.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Competition? I thought I had this in the bag by having the advantage of opposable thumbs? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) He does! There’s more of these things here? Where? How many one arm huggers do you need? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Too late. Your secret’s out! You can stuff him back in his case but I already know better!
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