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Blaine, instead of repeating “Because of the layers” he says…
wait for it…
“Stop it, you turn me on.”
Inspired by Madie’s derp, found here, earlier today. I made it Klaine. Like I do most things that are taken completely from context.
Blaine sat at top of Kurt’s bed, legs cross and leaning against the headboard, reading over his English homework with a decent amount of concentration. Beside him sat Kurt, head resting on Blaine’s shoulder and reading for his history test. They’d decided they should dedicate some time to homework before getting into anything more fun.
Kurt sighed heavily, closing his history book (though careful to mark his place). “I’m going to go get some more iced tea. Would you like some?” he asked, making a move to stand up.
“No I’ll get it!” said Blaine quickly, sitting up and laying his English book face first on the bed. The manners his mother had always taught him had kicked in and well, it was the gentlemanly thing to do, right?
Kurt rolled his eyes. “I can get it, Blaine.”
“But you got it last time, it’s my turn,” said Blaine.
They have had this conversation before; they didn’t want to ingrain gender roles in their relationship by any means, so they made sure to take turns with things that had certain connotations to them, such as opening doors and pulling out chairs.
“It’s my house.”
“Please, I practically live here, too,” said Blaine. “I’ll get your tea and that’s settled.” Blaine took the cup from Kurt, who finally relented, and Blaine felt like he finally won something.
Blaine uncrossed his legs and swung them over the bed, jumping up to cross the room -
Until suddenly a numb sort of pain shot through his legs and in a split second, Blaine realized his legs had fallen asleep when he’d been sitting down reading his book for the last half hour without moving. As he realized this, his legs wouldn’t hold him up, they felt so boneless, and he fell forward.
Blaine let the glass of ice fall from his hand and brought his hands up to catch his fall - but too late. Blaine’s knees hit the ground first, then his stomach, and thankfully he’d slowed down enough when his face made contact with the plush carpet in Kurt’s room that it didn’t really hurt.
Still, the word came from his mouth: “Ow.”
Then the laughing started up from behind him. Kurt sounded like he was busting a lung open or something.
“Help?” mumbled Blaine into the carpet.
“Oh my god, I can’t,” laughed Kurt, sounding breathless.
“Kuuuuurt.”
Only laughter answered him.
Blaine grunted and rolled over onto his back, catching his breath from the fall.
Then the pins and needles began to prickle in his toes, working their way up his feet and to his ankles.
“Ow, ow, ow!” he hissed, bringing his legs off the ground.
“Oh my god, your legs fell asleep?” asked Kurt in a disbelieving tone.
“Kurt it hurts!”
The laughter was moving closer to him and Kurt came into his vision. He had gotten off the bed to lay down beside him on the ground. “Aww, poor thing.” Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine’s cheek.
“It hurts more than that,” said Blaine breathlessly.
Seriously, it hurt.
“Oh I see,” said Kurt. He leaned in again, this time pressing his lips to Blaine’s. Blaine reached up and pulled him in closer, suddenly all thought of his still needle pricked legs gone.
“Oh come on,” said Kurt, pulling away breathless after a few minutes. “Your legs have to be awake by now.”
And they were. Blaine smirked. “But I liked that.”
“Of course you do,” said Kurt. He pushed himself up from the ground. Then Blaine found a glass being held in front of his face. “I still need that iced tea.”
Blaine chuckled, taking the glass and sitting up. “I’ll be right on that.” Kurt leaned down and kissed his lips gently.
remember when I hit my face on my wall because I jumped off my bed while my legs were asleep and then Rose made it into a klaine drabble?
