I couldn’t resist writing something based on this post
Blaine has been acting weird all night. It’s date night in the Hummel-Anderson loft (even though every night could be date night if they wanted it to be since they now live alone but life gets busy and so they set aside every Friday night to be THEIR night) and they’ve chosen to order pizza and watch Singin’ In The Rain but Blaine hasn’t been able to sit still.
Half way through Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor belting out Moses Supposes, Kurt side eyes Blaine to find his fiancé staring at their bedroom and not at the TV.
“Okay, what is going on?” Kurt says, hitting pause on the movie and sitting up to look Blaine straight in the eyes.
Blaine jumps slightly and then blushes at being caught, “What do you mean?” He asks sheepishly, picking at the blanket he has over his lap.
Kurt huffs out an indignant laugh, “I normally can’t get you to look away from the TV during Singin’ in the Rain and DEFINITELY not during Moses Supposes and suddenly our bedroom has your rapt attention. What is it? Do you wanna have sex?”
Blaine eyes widen, “No!” He says loudly and at Kurt’s raised eyebrow he quickly amends, “I mean yes! I mean not right now!”
Kurt sighs and shuffles closer to the clearly flustered man and takes Blaine’s hands into his own, “What’s up Blaine? You know you can tell me anything. I won’t be mad or judge you.” He says soothingly, rubbing his thumbs over the back of Blaine’s hands.
Blaine sighs defeatedly, “I bought something today.”
i don’t “dress to impress” i dress to depress i wanna look so good that people hate themselves
…sorry that your bitch asses came into my house uninvited