"Good," Kurt nodded in approval, as he got his keys out and unlocked the door to his building. He held the door open for Blaine, leaning back against it and waiting for him to walk past. "If you're keeping us both in miserable singlehood, I at least want to know that you're eating your heart out, baby boy."
No fair play, that was all part of the process. He had to keep pushing, if sometimes more subtly, striking the balance between freaking him out and seducing him.
"Hey, I'm not keeping you single. You don't have to be. For me, right now, it's a way of life. I'm content to third wheel. You shouldn't." But he knew that Kurt was probably going to be unrelenting, he always kind of was. He walked up the stairs slowly, following Kurt up them and trying not to stare at his ass. Trying and failing.
God, his thighs - they were so well sculptured.
"Sorry I can't give you the same experience, I didn't really get jacked. Or change that much, I guess." He gained some weight cause he was no longer a teenager and was bad at meal planning but otherwise, no, same guy.
"You were perfect when I first met you. You've only gotten impossibly more handsome since." Kurt shrugged, unable to deny how he felt about it. Blaine was beautiful. "I wrote whole pages on what makes you so hot. So, don't worry. Every time I look at you, you make me experience it all. Since the first time you took my hand."
They reached the door to his apartment and he started unlocking it. His place was nice enough, he had certainly spent a long time perfecting how it looked. It wasn't that big, mostly just bathroom, bedroom and open plan living room. Very little in Ohio, excessive in New York.
He let Blaine walk inside and followed right after him. "Excuse the mess."
There wasn't really any, Kurt just looked more closely than most people.
"I will." Blaine was a bit sarcastic in his tone but the place looked lovely and he couldn't see any mess. His place was mess as hell, on the other hand. He was always losing everything in that stupid place. "It's nice, you got a good place. Looks more secure than the last one, it has a lock and everything."
Fancy. For New York, it was pretty swanky.
He side-stepped the compliment, knowing it was dangerous to engage too much. Kurt wanted him and he had to be strong. He had to resist.
He put his hands in his pyjama pockets and looked around a little and then back to the couch. "Is it a pull out or shall I just flop down now?" He didn't mind, he was pretty confident he could fit on it.
"It's a pull-out couch. Which is kind of funny. I got one in case anyone wants to sleep over and I think so far the only person who's ever done it is Finn. And that's years ago."
He supposed anyone else who had ever slept over had done so in his bed. Kurt finished taking his boots off, than he walked over to the couch. He had to bend over to reach the mechanism to pull it out. That was a fact. He wasn't showing off his ass nefariously by bending down.
Which didn't mean he wouldn't make the most of it. "I'll get you bedsheets and all in a minute."
He had crouched down by now, still pulling on the couch until it finally locked in play with a 'ping'.
Well, great. It was late, he was half asleep and headachey, stuck in just his pyjamas and staring at his ex-fiancés ass. He was promised, when he booked this stupid New York trip, that he probably wouldn't even see Kurt. As if. He was starting to think Mercedes was in on this, it seemed like someone was playing puppet-master or how else would this situation even happen.
"So, update, a new quirk I developed. I sleep through alarms now. So, you know, if you're awoken by my alarm not turning off, you can come out and yell." He had no idea how he did this but apparently, it was a frequent occurrence. "Or maybe it won't ring out and I'm sleep-turning off all this time."
"Huh. Well, if nothing else, I should be able to help you solve that riddle." Maybe he was Sherlock. Kurt shook his head, amused at Blaine's quirk. Didn't sound that new, honestly, he had memories of their time living together when Blaine had somehow impossibly always slept through whatever he tried as well. Shame, this time he'd not be able to wake him up with a kiss."
Kurt walked into the bathroom and emerged with a small toiletry bag, which he handed Blaine. "That should have everything you need. I don't have those because I'm a slut, a friend of mine just gave me a few in case I'd turn out to be a slut."
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No fair play, that was all part of the process. He had to keep pushing, if sometimes more subtly, striking the balance between freaking him out and seducing him.
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God, his thighs - they were so well sculptured.
"Sorry I can't give you the same experience, I didn't really get jacked. Or change that much, I guess." He gained some weight cause he was no longer a teenager and was bad at meal planning but otherwise, no, same guy.
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They reached the door to his apartment and he started unlocking it. His place was nice enough, he had certainly spent a long time perfecting how it looked. It wasn't that big, mostly just bathroom, bedroom and open plan living room. Very little in Ohio, excessive in New York.
He let Blaine walk inside and followed right after him. "Excuse the mess."
There wasn't really any, Kurt just looked more closely than most people.
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Fancy. For New York, it was pretty swanky.
He side-stepped the compliment, knowing it was dangerous to engage too much. Kurt wanted him and he had to be strong. He had to resist.
He put his hands in his pyjama pockets and looked around a little and then back to the couch. "Is it a pull out or shall I just flop down now?" He didn't mind, he was pretty confident he could fit on it.
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He supposed anyone else who had ever slept over had done so in his bed. Kurt finished taking his boots off, than he walked over to the couch. He had to bend over to reach the mechanism to pull it out. That was a fact. He wasn't showing off his ass nefariously by bending down.
Which didn't mean he wouldn't make the most of it. "I'll get you bedsheets and all in a minute."
He had crouched down by now, still pulling on the couch until it finally locked in play with a 'ping'.
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Well, great. It was late, he was half asleep and headachey, stuck in just his pyjamas and staring at his ex-fiancés ass. He was promised, when he booked this stupid New York trip, that he probably wouldn't even see Kurt. As if. He was starting to think Mercedes was in on this, it seemed like someone was playing puppet-master or how else would this situation even happen.
"So, update, a new quirk I developed. I sleep through alarms now. So, you know, if you're awoken by my alarm not turning off, you can come out and yell." He had no idea how he did this but apparently, it was a frequent occurrence. "Or maybe it won't ring out and I'm sleep-turning off all this time."
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Kurt walked into the bathroom and emerged with a small toiletry bag, which he handed Blaine. "That should have everything you need. I don't have those because I'm a slut, a friend of mine just gave me a few in case I'd turn out to be a slut."