Aasif Mandvi on The Daily Show (via nezua)
you really CAN. NOT. argue with that.
A Little Wine, A Lotta Courage (Blaine/Kurt)
~4k. After a night of light drinking, Kurt works up the courage to tell Blaine his biggest secret. (AO3 link.)
(GKM fill: BP!Kurt has never touched himself, and doesn’t know how. In an attempt to be a helpful friend, Blaine offers to instruct him on how to bring himself to orgasm. He soon realizes he didn’t think this through properly.)
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It’s midnight when Blaine and Kurt stumble back to their hotel room, after a pleasant few hours of drinking and bonding with their fellow Warblers. Taking a trip together after the school year ends is a Warbler tradition, and despite having returned to McKinley, Kurt was more than happy to join the Warblers on their trip this year. Wes had insisted on it, “once a Warbler, always a Warbler,” though Kurt suspects Blaine may have turned on his charm and done some convincing in order to secure an invitation for Kurt. It’s not like the Warblers have ever said no to Blaine, though in this case, having been given the opportunity to share a room with Blaine for one whole week, Kurt certainly isn’t complaining.
“So… how about a few more drinks?” says Blaine, leaning against the wall.
Kurt giggles. “Easy there, tiger. We can’t invade the mini-bar since we’re underage and all, and plus I think I’ve had just the right amount of red wine to leave me feeling happy and ready for cuddles.”
“Cuddles, huh?” says Blaine, perking up immediately. “I could go for cuddles. I do so enjoy them…”
“Then get into your PJs, Mister Anderson! As dashing as your summer vacation wardrobe is, cuddling is far better with soft cotton blends. Though frankly, I’m still appalled that you haven’t taken a page out of my book and invested in silk pajamas.”
“Oh Kurt, I really don’t think I could pull off silk pajamas the way you do.”
“I beg to differ, Blaine; careful observation of you has lead me to believe that you could wear a potato sack and still have the girls a’swooning.”
“Listen Kurt, we may not all be dressed like we’ve stepped off the catwalk, but let me assure you that even my sartorial tastes run higher than potato sacks!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Blaine Warbler.”
Once they’ve both successfully changed and gotten ready for bed – Kurt agreeing, after much persuasion, to shorten his moisturizing routine – they settle into bed, seeking each other’s warmth under the covers. Kurt smiles, warm and happy, as Blaine’s arms pull him closer.
“This was fun,” says Blaine, fingers playing with the hem of Kurt’s silk pajama top. “Scale of 1 to 10: how much do you like wine?”
Kurt giggles, enjoying the occasional brush of Blaine’s fingers against his torso. “Ask me again in the morning.”
Kurt’s breath hitches as Blaine draws swirls into the sensitive skin of his belly. His expression changes, from tipsy-fond-happy to wary, nervous.
“Hey,” says Blaine, fingers stilling. “What’s wrong? Do you feel sick? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” says Kurt, “It’s nothing. Well, it’s something, I just… I have something I want to tell you and I… I don’t know how you’ll react.”