( mssg » blaine | sent ) He does make for a pretty great cuddler, that Bruce. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) No arguing with you there. And quite the performer, too. 😍 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Only to a certain extent. I mean, who knowswhat he might just have been discussing with his next door neighbor while under the influence. ( mssg » blaine | sent) I was obviously kidding.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Woah. Slow down! A better cuddler than two armed, warm bodied me? You better say no. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. You won back a point or two with that. Thank you, sir. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) His next door neighbor? Are there more one armed snuggle buddies under the bed that I don’t know about? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That’s right! You were kidding! I totally thought so!
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t think he was really named after anyone, actually. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) If I didn’t know better, I’d almost start to think you a little jealous. 😉 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Rest assured, we kind of have this mutual agreement. He doesn’t spill any of our deepest darkest secrets up on his blog and I don’t tell anyone about his apparently ongoing obsession with The Notebook. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) If only I hadn’t already told Rachel.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Jealous?? No way! At least if I have two arms and great pancake making skills to offer you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Which is one arm and not cereal out of the box for breakfast more than he could ever give. So! I’ve got that going for me if nothing else! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m glad you made your pact with Bruce. Do you trust him to hold up to his end of the deal? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait! You told Rachel?! How did I not hear about this if she knows? That’s more mindblowing than half torso Bruce in a shady chest under the bed!
( mssg » blaine | sent ) A Bruce. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I really don’t think that’ll be necessary. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Unless you’d much rather have a pillow for a fiancé. 😝
( mssg » kurt | sent ) A Bruce? You named him Bruce? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Like Bruce Banner or Bruce Wayne? There’s a world of a difference on the kind of guy he is based off the answer. I feel like I should get to know him. Since he’s been staying under our bed for longer than I’ve lived here. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
He knows more secrets about us than anyone considering his living arrangements. We should keep a close watch on him in case he starts to spread rumors that aren’t really untrue. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Okay. I’d rather have you as my
fiancé. But if what we did Friday night when we had the place to ourselves gets out? Just know that it wasn’t my fault.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’m glad at least one of us seems to think this entertaining. 😳 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t know. I mean, obviously, we were going through a tough time, I wasn’t sleeping and spending a lot of my time online shopping on Ambien, and I guess one of those days he just… kind of ended up showing up on my doorstep. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And he’s been hiding out in my bedroom ever since. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Again, do not judge.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I happen to be finding this very entertaining.
😂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Makes sense. I’ve heard of people buying weirder things on Ambien.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait. No. No, I haven’t. Half a torso and an arm takes the cake! Haha! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m kidding. I think it’s beyond cute that you have a.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) What is this thing called? Can we keep him on the bed?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh, God. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Please, don’t judge. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) He kind of stems from a darker time period.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I promise. No judgement here. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You know how the saying goes? We all have a skeleton or two in our closet? Yours just happens to be in a trunk underneath the mattress. 😂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) What’s his story? How did you two meet?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think I should call 911. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
I seem to have found half a torso with an arm inside a trunk underneath the bed. I don’t think this guy’s going to make it, Kurt. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Know his info? I think the police might need it for the report. 😆
Breathing in the sweet, seductive smells of Blaine’s surprise breakfast and momentarily caught off guard as he found himself staring shamelessly at his fiancé for just a moment, Kurt merely shook his head back at him in response as he sluggishly made his entrance into the loft’s kitchen; his own smiles growing infinitely wider and briefly stopping to look at some of Blaine’s newly fried creations before answering the man’s greeting. “Whatever happened to getting breakfast out in the city?” he breathed, pulling away from Blaine’s lips and looking positively stunned by this unexpected gesture. Whatever expectations he might have had about the pair of them waking up and living at the loft together up until now, Blaine had surely already managed to exceed them.
“Not that I’m at all complaining–”
A low chuckle escaped his lips as he settled himself down on one of the vacant nearby chairs surrounding the kitchen table. “If anything, this sure beats having to share a bowl of straight-out-of-the-box cereal with Rachel,” Kurt couldn’t help but to tease the other male lightly, a slight sheepish grin soon enough once again taking over his sleepy looking features while his piercing blue gaze briefly lingered on those of the man currently still very much standing on direct opposite side of him.
“We probably should have thought of this whole moving in together thing a couple of months sooner,” he more thoughtfully admitted, though admittedly still not yet quite able to contain his own excitement at the particular prospect as he quietly poured himself his first cup of coffee that morning; the corners of his mouth curving up into a warm, loving smile and suddenly feeling more than eager to try out whatever else both Blaine and Bushwick seemed to have in store for them.
“I guess I sort of changed my mind when I woke up and you looked so peacefully asleep. There’s always lunch or dinner,” he hummed after the kiss. Fingers glided across Kurt’s back as Blaine watched him take a seat. Grabbing the plate of fresh fruit off the countertop–he smiled down at the berries and oranges. If this is what life was going to be like from here on out? He wasn’t going to ever let them lose how this morning felt. Not after ten, twenty or a billion more.
“I love you..,” he had to say it.
Blaine crossed behind Kurt’s chair and stopped long enough to bend down and press a soft kiss to the top of his fiance’s head and blindly set the plate down. The smell of shampoo, fabric softener from the pillows and his own cologne lingered in Kurt’s hair. Blaine suddenly found his new favorite scent. Not bothering to sit across the table, he picked the chair beside Kurt’s instead. “I’d hope so. As much as cereal can be a wonderful way to start the day. Or end the night? Pancakes are way better.” His coffee mug paused on it’s way towards him and he turned to lean towards Kurt with a smile.
“Well I’m here now and that’s what’s important,” Blaine waited until Kurt was done pouring his coffee before one more morning kiss met Kurt’s cheek. Settling back in his chair a smile later–Blaine lifted his cup and took a sip. “What would you like to do first? You still have to show me all your favorite spots you’ve found. Maybe we could go shopping? There’s some things I need to pick up for school and around the house. That can wait til tomorrow if you want to take the time to wander around. I’m just happy to spend time with you. That’s all that matters.”
“I’m sure they’d survive. I’m also sure if Sam WAS here he wouldn’t be any help. You two are horrible when it comes to obsessing over television && film. Blaine — I don’t think your looks are going to get you out of this one. Just because you say you’re not a television serial killer addict, doesn’t mean you’re not one. Not the kind of punishment I meant, Blaine! Really? Yeah no, course, bad time. Definitely a bad time.” Kurt scanned his eyes over Blaine’s appearance a few times before slowly making his way over to the couch by his side. Even after days of being lazy && sleepless, he still managed to be frustratingly good looking. Still, that wasn’t going to sway his decision ( okay, maybe a little ). “Okay look, because I love you too, && I am probably the best ( or dumbest ) boyfriend in the world, I’ll let you finish the two last episodes. I know I’d lose my mind if somebody cut me off before a finale. Though I stand by the fact that I’d NEVER waste that many days on a show about a serial killer. Nobody should. && Blaine? Don’t make me regret this. I’m not opposed to turning off the tv halfway through an episode.”
“Yes. I’m sure they’d survive but that still wasn’t very nice,” Blaine grinned at the comment about Sam because he knew it was way too true to deny. Him and his best friend had that in common. However. Kurt–apparently–is forgetting that he has been known to venture off into the world of binge watching television. And has! Pointing that out would be foolish (and probably lose him his last two episodes leeway)–so Blaine kept that to himself and decided on going a different route. A brow quirked up and seemed to tug the edge of his mouth into the wryest of grins he could manage. “We COULD turn it into that and I COULD watch television later? If, you know, that’s a thing you’re remotely interested in.” Their cushions bounced and shifted under his weight as he brought both feet up and crawled over to take a new seat. On Kurt’s lap. Knees bent against the sofa and their chests touching each other. Inching in to bury the bridge of his nose in his favorite spot ever–the crook of Kurt’s neck was given a nuzzle before cheek touched shoulder and Blaine’s chest deflated in a sigh. “Okay. Okay. I won’t do it again.” Arms wrapped around Kurt’s shoulders to hold him loosely. “This is better than television anyway. You’re stuck now.”
“I’m sure they’d survive. I’m also sure if Sam WAS here he wouldn’t be any help. You two are horrible when it comes to obsessing over television && film. Blaine — I don’t think your looks are going to get you out of this one. Just because you say you’re not a television serial killer addict, doesn’t mean you’re not one. Not the kind of punishment I meant, Blaine! Really? Yeah no, course, bad time. Definitely a bad time.” Kurt scanned his eyes over Blaine’s appearance a few times before slowly making his way over to the couch by his side. Even after days of being lazy && sleepless, he still managed to be frustratingly good looking. Still, that wasn’t going to sway his decision ( okay, maybe a little ). “Okay look, because I love you too, && I am probably the best ( or dumbest ) boyfriend in the world, I’ll let you finish the two last episodes. I know I’d lose my mind if somebody cut me off before a finale. Though I stand by the fact that I’d NEVER waste that many days on a show about a serial killer. Nobody should. && Blaine? Don’t make me regret this. I’m not opposed to turning off the tv halfway through an episode.”
“Well. It–technically–could turn into that sort of punishment and then I might be tempted to put the last two episodes on hold. You know? For the sake of making it up to you,” he tried to put on his best cheesy grin that always weirdly got him his way with the beautiful man sitting next to him on the couch. Heck, he even tossed in a wiggle of his brows for sure INSINUATION to make it clear. Granted–this was all mostly in jest. But–give it a few minutes? Knowing them–it might not be. Perks of being newly moved in together again? We’ll leave it at that. Perking up at Kurt giving in (told you it would work)–Blaine pulls the familiar and welcome weight of his fiance’ against his side and tosses both legs over the tops of Kurt’s thighs. So what if he was now pinned down? That’s what he gets for getting close! Remote is now tucked away into the crook of his couch pillow (after pressing play!) and Blaine’s home free in his book. A quick kiss pressed to Kurt’s cheek finished off with a brush of his nose to follow the gesture later? Hazel met blue green and he smiled. “You know I love you? I-I’ll even sit through the entire series finale of the Golden Girls again with you for this. Whenever you want. I promise.”
“Blaine, if you keep giving me reasons to believe you’re out of your mind — I’m going to go out of MY mind. I’m not afraid of the psycho killer on netflix! I’m afraid of you losing brain cells. Keep it up && you might just turn into Sam, or BRITTANY. As much as I love it when you call me honey, you better hold your tongue. I’m not lightening up just because you’re irresistibly adorable. No more episodes. Turn off your electronics, I’ll order food, && try to come up with ways to keep you from falling into a television coma ever again. What do I have to do? Sell the tv? Punish you when you get past four hours or something?”
“That was very hurtful to both Sam and Brittany and I’m glad they aren’t here to risk the chance of hearing it. Wait–you won’t? What if I make sure I’m really REALLY cute? Two. More. Episodes?? Please? You can’t expect me to be able to move on not knowing what happens in the last two! They’ll be over before you know it and-and then!? I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you and prove that I’m not a television serial killer addict. Or whatever you think I am. Oh? Oh. Um? That depends. What sort of punishment are we talking about?
Because I could be up for discussing this idea.. …Probably a bad time to try that move, huh? I love you?”
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