When Kurt entered the room, Blaine was telling him he was magic, and Kurt rolled his eyes again, a smile growing on his face. Once Blaine had the blanket, he seemed to settle himself in and Kurt just watched the man try to sleep. It was almost endearing to watch, like a puppy dozing off in its bed. He became increasingly more like a puppy when he sat up, unsatisfied, and started adjusting his blanket. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows as he watched, a laugh threatening to escape as Blaine turned to him and demanded the blanket. He saw that Blaine wasn’t kidding, and his smile turned to a pout, grumbling to himself as he gave it up, wrapping his arms around himself to make up for the warmth lost to Blaine’s blanket kidnapping. As soon as Blaine had the blanket, he told Kurt to lay down. Kurt was hesitant, but did as Blaine said. After all, this was technically Blaine coming to him, right?
Once he was laying down next to Blaine, the other man covered the both of them with Kurt’s blanket, deciding that this was much better than before. Kurt had to agree, although he had to say this sudden arrangement had confused him quite a bit. It didn’t seem to be a matter of pity-why would Blaine be pitying him in this moment?-so he wasn’t sure exactly what Blaine’s motivation was. Still, Blaine was coming to him, so he couldn’t complain. Kurt inched a little closer to Blaine, resting his cheek against Blaine’s shoulder and attempting to drift off into a brief nap. “We only have an hour or two,” Kurt said quietly, because really they couldn’t just fall asleep here. As it was he was afraid that someone might walk in on them, but he wasn’t afraid enough to do anything about it. He was warm and close to Blaine, he wasn’t going to do anything to change that.
Kurt was having a relatively easy time falling asleep, his eyelids heavy as he settled into the warmth of the blanket and Blaine. The other man asked him a question as he was drifting off, and Kurt wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to think deeply about what he had been asking. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” Kurt said sleepily, pressing his cheek a little more into Blaine’s shoulder and making a little noise as he settled in. Continuing in the same sleepy voice, he said, “I’m just learning about you, and you’re learning about me, and that’s all.” Admittedly, Kurt didn’t really know what he was saying, he just wanted to make sure Blaine wasn’t upset, that he would stay here with Kurt and sleep. “It’s not going to go smoothly right away,” Kurt yawned, turning on his side so that his body was facing Blaine’s. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” was the last thing Kurt said before drifting into sleep.
Even though Blaine didn’t necessarily buy Kurt’s words, he figured that he was probably too tired to either explain or argue with him. If him falling asleep only moments after his words were anything to go off of. He didn’t even know Kurt was that tired and wondered why he himself couldn’t even sleep. It was his idea to nap and he had just finished painting a room, but it was like his body refused to sleep. So he just stared at the ceiling, painfully aware of the body next to his and the cheek against his shoulder. It was almost like the weight and he felt like he couldn’t move in fear of Kurt’s head falling and hitting against the ground—even if it was more cushioned it would still startle him awake. Or if he moved too much and Kurt just got closer or even put his arm around him like he was some big teddy bear. He’s seen that happen in movies and books, he isn’t stupid not to think it couldn’t happen in real life.
So Blaine stayed still going between staring at the ceiling and closing his eyes; he doubted he was going to be able to go to sleep at all. There was a point in time where a small sound came from Kurt and he moved his head a bit, it rubbing against his shoulder like he was getting more comfortable in his position. It caused Blaine to look down at his face to see if maybe he was waking up, but he was still sound asleep. Blaine might have taken the time to just… stare at him. Because that’s what all normal people did right? Stare at the boy that was asleep with his head on you shoulder.. and that’s face was very close. No, not only that Kurt was just.. too close in general. The only person Blaine was ever this close with was Santana because he wasn’t exactly comfortable with being so close to people, simply because it was just something he never did or really let himself experience much. Then of all people, he lets this stubborn, pushy, caring, insistent, sex-means-something-to-me-and-I-care-way-too-much-about-my-hair 19 year old lay next to him with his head on his shoulder, push their foreheads together, and even got him to open up in the smallest of ways. Not only that but, and he wouldn’t admit this, got him to care if he did something wrong.
He wasn’t sure why or what to make of it and he didn’t know if he wanted to think about it any longer, so he figured it was time to leave. Blaine moved gently, holding Kurt’s head so it didn’t fall and then rested it on the blankets before saying his name a few times. Kurt didn’t respond to him, only made a noise in his sleep and moved a bit and Blaine sighed. He couldn’t just leave Kurt here on the floor. Coming up with an idea he left quickly, making his way back to the kitchen and returning with the lady who was kind to him and let him cook.
Once they were back in the room, Kurt in the same spot as he left him, he asked if she could tell him where Kurt’s room was and take the blankets and put them away. She agreed, commenting on how cute Kurt looked under the heap of the blanket as Blaine cleaned up the room and he simply nodded. When he was finished, he went over to Kurt and bit on the inside of his cheek wondering how smart his idea was. With a sigh, he leaned down and picked Kurt up into his arms, wondering how ridiculous he looked. “Um okay if you could, just take those an—stop looking at me like that,” He said once he noticed the look and smile on her face. “I wasn’t just going to leave him on the floor!” She put her hands up like she wasn’t even going to say anything and he didn’t need to explain and he rolled his eyes before walking out of the room and following the girls directions to Kurt’s room. Along the way he ignored all the looks from people walking past him. It got so ridiculous to the point where he stopped and turned to the 3 people who were looking at him was like “Yes, I am taking him to his room to have my way with him while he is asleep. You can go about your day now.” Then with a roll of his eyes he continued.
When he finally came to Kurt’s room, he opened the door, walked in, and shut it behind him. The one thing he noticed about Kurt’s room was the whole “no tv” thing, but other than that it was fairly nice, though not even close to what Quinn’s was and there was no oil portrait of him on his wall. Making his way over to Kurt’s bed, he did his best to pull the covers back, then put him down into the bed, and put the covers over him again. “Thank you for not being heavy.” Was all he said before he simply walked out of the room—surprised that nobody was waiting to escort him out—and left the castle through the kitchen. It had been a weird day and all he wanted to do was go relax and sleep without the presence of Kurt next to him or the weight of his head against his shoulder.
The room was full of silence after Kurt had returned, an occasional break here and there when Blaine had welcomed and complimented him. He had given the man a small smile and a quiet thank you as he turned to the window, his hands going through his hair as he reviewed the lesson from today. It seemed that, as far as he could tell, Blaine was more responsive to choosing his own way of communication than being pushed. After all, Blaine was the one who had started the paint fight, the action that had ended in them laying on the floor together actually talking about things Kurt wanted to talk about.
So, the most logical thing he thought was to ignore Blaine, to let the man come to him instead of the other way around. He fixed his eyes to the window and sang quietly to himself, more of a hum than actually singing. The method didn’t seem to be working, seeing as it was still completely silent except for the sound of Blaine painting. Time passed much quicker than Kurt thought, and before long Blaine was dropping the paint roller and running around the room. The sight brought a smile back to Kurt’s face, one he hadn’t had in a little while. Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine ran by him, but the smile was still on his face. The man collapsed to the floor where they had been laying before and Kurt laughed softly, taking a few steps over to him. “I thought about it,” Kurt shrugged, going over to where Blaine was laying, standing over him for a second before thinking. “Hold on,” Kurt said, going out to one of the many linen closets and grabbing a couple of blankets and bringing them into the room.
He tossed one onto Blaine before wrapping himself up in one and sitting down, legs crossed, next to where Blaine was laying. He was very, very tempted to lay down on Blaine’s stomach again, but he refrained. That wasn’t part of the plan, Blaine was supposed to come to him. “Sorry, the pillows are all the way on the other side of the castle,” Kurt shrugged, smiling a small smile down at him.
When Kurt came back into the room he was carrying blankets and Blaine let out a satisfied noise as he made grabby hands towards Kurt. “You’re like a magic genie, granting my wishes.” He sighed dramatically as the blanket covered him. He poked his head out from underneath and said, “It’s okay I can live without pillows for now. He continued to lay there, closing his eyes and not really speaking. Only after about 10 minutes he kept moving before finally getting up. He spread the blanket over the floor, folding it in half seeing as it was a large blanket, to make it more comfortable to lay on. Then, he turned towards Kurt and snapped his fingers, pointing at him. “Give me your blanket—just give it to me.” There was some grumblings from Kurt, but he handed over the blanket and then Blaine told him to lay on the covers he just laid out. When he did, seeming a bit hesitant, Blaine went next to him and brought the blanket he took from Kurt and put it over both of them. “This is much better, the floor wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to lay on.”
Blaine then closed his eyes and let silences fall between them once again. The only sounds in the room was the sound of wind and rain, both which seemed to be picking up as time went on and he suspected that later tonight the storm would probably be full force. He didn’t know how much time passed, but his thoughts weren’t exactly letting him fall into any kind of sleep and with a sigh he opened his eyes and asked Kurt something he should have just kept to himself, because he didn’t want to care. Alas, “Did I do something wrong earlier?” left his mouth already and there wasn’t much he could do to take it back.
Kurt tried to feel better, to take Blaine’s words to heart that he had actually had a little fun, so long as Kurt wasn’t asking questions, but Kurt knew that had all just been distraction. It wasn’t like him to do things like that, and Blaine was the one who had started it anyway. So Blaine didn’t like to be around him, it wasn’t something to worry over. After all, he could still try to change Blaine’s opinion, even though at the moment he felt like sulking off and sending someone else to come look after Blaine. Blaine got up and offered his hand down to Kurt. With a small, still rather fake smile, Kurt took his hand and let Blaine help him up, trying to run his hand through his hair again as he stood. “Okay,” Kurt nodded when Blaine told him he wouldn’t run, smiling a little more when he said he promised he wouldn’t try to engage in another paint fight. Kurt was stretching a little when Blaine said they could take a nap together later, and that intrigued Kurt. Maybe it was pity, or the better way to say it was that it was probably pity, but there might have been something else there too.
Kurt rolled his eyes as he made his exit, laughing and waving slightly at Blaine as the man told him good luck with the paint. As soon as he was in the mostly deserted hall, he looked around before quickly running off to his bedroom. Yes, he could use the employee washrooms because they had showers, but that was too close and too foreign. He made it all the way back to his room with only a few aides spotting him and looking curiously. Once he was in his own room, he went to his own private bathroom and turned on the shower. He stripped off his paint streaked clothes and tossed them in the trash, knowing there was no way he was going to waste his time trying to get them clean. When the water was steaming hot, he stepped in, inhaling sharply as the water practically scalded his skin. He liked the warmth, he like the safety of the heat, and as he ducked his head under the water, he felt a little better.
He scrubbed mercilessly at his skin and hair and found that because the paint was mostly still wet, it came off easier than expected. When he was done and sure that he shouldn’t be spending any more time in the shower, he shut it off and grabbed a towel, drying himself as he walked into his attached bedroom. Within a few minutes, he had an outfit picked out, something a little nicer than what he had been wearing, but something he wouldn’t mind getting paint on just in case. He didn’t know how long it had taken him, but he knew he didn’t have time to fully style his hair, for fear that he would keep Blaine waiting too long. As made his way out of his room and back to the room where Blaine was, he realized that he hadn’t grabbed anything to distract him, and he figured he would just have to deal with his own boredom. When Kurt returned to the room, he was running his hands through his drying hair, attempting to style it without any hairspray or product. “I’m back,” he said quietly in case Blaine hadn’t heard him come in. He made his way across the room to one of the windows looking out it as he tried to fix his hair.
After Kurt left, Blaine still had the feeling that he might have did or said something wrong. He didn’t know why he felt that way, but he did. so as he continued painting, he tried to think of what he had done, but he couldn’t think of anything. He had answered Kurt’s question without fighting him on it, he hadn’t pushed Kurt away at any sign of physical contact. Blaine was actually doing rather well given the circumstances. Again, he realized that it didn’t matter and that he shouldn’t care so he cleared his thoughts and focused on his painting, wanting to get as much of it done as he could, because he really was tired, and he would love to just be able to fall on the floor and nap for awhile before he had to go back to the house, where he would probably do some things down in the diner.
Blaine had actually gotten pretty far when he heard Kurt speak, letting him know that he had come back. He had put everything into it, his thoughts, his tiredness, everything and he was on a roll. In fact he only needed to do one more wall and a half. He didn’t think he had to do the ceiling seeing as it was a rather high ceiling, one that he wouldn’t be able to reach, ladder or not. He thought that was major progress. “Welcome back,” He said as he continued painting. He didn’t say anything else until he went to move spots, looking back at where Kurt was. “That’s a nice shirt,” he noted, before dipping the roller back into paint, going back to silence as he focused, because if he wasn’t working, he was ultimately thinking like one does when they have nothing to occupy them. He wasn’t particularly fond of his thoughts at the moment either because now that Kurt was back and there was silence, he couldn’t stop thinking that something was wrong.
He didn’t say anything however, he just kept painting and painting and painting. He wasn’t really sure what Kurt was doing to occupy his time since it didn’t look like he had brought anything and they weren’t exactly holding conversation. Finally though, almost two hours later he was completely finished with what he needed to do. He let out a victorious “finally!” before dropping the paint roller and doing a dramatic victory lap. After that was finished he dropped to the floor, almost in the same place Kurt an him were before and yawned. “You should have brought blankets and pillows.” He commented as he closed his eyes.
Kurt smiled at Blaine’s comment, that seemed to be voiced to no one in particular, but included the word “we” anyway. He thought that he wouldn’t mind having one, he wouldn’t mind cuddling up next to Blaine and closing his eyes and listening to the rain outside. It would be like when he’d fallen asleep at Santana’s, that blanket that smelled like Blaine pulled up around him, except instead of having just something that smelled like Blaine, he would have Blaine himself to tuck into. The thought made him blush, but Blaine couldn’t see him anyway, so he didn’t bother wishing it away rapidly just yet. Instead he let the thought progress a little, imagined just inching a little closer and putting his head on Blaine’s chest, his ear pressed flat to hear his heartbeat. He knew he would never have the guts to do something so blatant, but the thought was perfectly harmless.
Blaine said that he was relaxing because Chance had woken him up and he was tired, but he was hoping that he was at least comfortable around Kurt like this, and maybe that was contributing to not wanting to get up. Blaine asked a question, and Kurt frowned, suddenly feeling a little less warm inside. In this sort of mirage, Kurt had forgotten that Blaine really didn’t like him, whether it be as a friend or anything more, and asking whether he was going to stick around. “Well I’m going to have to take a shower,” Kurt said quietly, a lock of paint covered hair falling in his face as he said the words. He pushed it back with a small, sad smile, adding in the same quiet, almost defeated voice, “But I’m going to have to come back either way. I wasn’t making up those castle rules before, you actually do need to be supervised.” He let out a sigh, turning his head away from Blaine, because the longer he looked at him, the more butterflies came fluttering up and the more he was reminded that Blaine really didn’t want him around. “Although I know how you don’t enjoy my company, so maybe I’ll just get a book and read to myself when I come back,” Kurt said, sighing as his eyes wandered to the far wall, searching for something, but he wasn’t sure what.
With a deep sigh, Blaine pushed himself up into a sitting position. “It’s not that I don’t like your company—the paint fight? That was fun, I admit. Just didn’t like all the questions you were so insistent on asking, because you and I just.. massively clash in some aspects of who we are and our personalities. But—” Blaine pushed himself into a standing position and outstretched his hand to help Kurt up off the ground. “—Do as you please. I promise i’ll be here when you get back, not run away or whatever.” As he walked back over to grab the paint roller off the ground he added, “And I promise, no more paint fights.” For some reason he felt like he just needed to add more, to keep talking, but he didn’t know why. Maybe he felt bad that Kurt thought he didn’t like his company, because really, that wasn’t exactly what it was. “Maybe if I finish early we can lay back down and nap, celebrating a job well done.” He turned to look at Kurt with a raised eyebrow before turning back and working on the wall. It was one they had already finished, but there was some of the other paint on it from when Kurt had him against a wall and wow that sounded very sexual. Shaking his head, Blaine waved a little as Kurt went to leave, telling him to have a nice shower and good luck with getting the paint out of his hair.
Kurt smiled at Blaine’s comment, happy to see that the talk of relationships hadn’t scared him off. “A year isn’t so hard to manage when you live out in the middle of nowhere. There’s not much to do but just be with someone,” Kurt said, the thought a relatively new one, at least in those terms. He’d always thought his relationship with his old boyfriend had been an easy one because they were just so compatible, but he supposed the fact that they lived in a place where there was no drama, no outside excitement, might have contributed to that as well. He felt bad for the thought, like he had cheapened the meaning of what his relationship had been, and he pushed the thought away, eyes fixed to the ceiling.
When Blaine said he would answer Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine with an excited smile. Progress was progress by any means, and the fact that Blaine was answering of his own free will, and smiling at that, was progress. Kurt liked Blaine’s smile, his eyes fixing there for a moment before looking at Blaine’s eyes. The answer surprised, and confused him. Because although he said his last boyfriend had been when he was sixteen, he said he hadn’t had sex for six months. His nose wrinkled as the thought struck him, that other people did have sex outside of relationships, and he told himself to stop acting so surprised. “Wow,” Kurt said, nodding as his smile faded slightly. He should’ve been satisfied with that answer because it was an answer, but the answer had only served to make him sad. He turned his face back up towards the ceiling, blinking his eyes shut and wondering it would be bad to drift off to sleep. He knew that wasn’t a possibility, that he had to be watching Blaine and making sure he actually did work, but the thought of falling asleep while Blaine lay next to him made Kurt feel a little better.
“You know you’re going to have to start painting soon,” Kurt said, blinking his eyes open and turning to look at Blaine again with a small smile. “Not right now, but soon,” Kurt shrugged, keeping his eyes on Blaine and scanning over the little details of the man’s face he had yet to really admire.
Blaine didn’t know what Kurt’s response meant, he thought maybe he’d be a little happier at the fact that he had actually just gotten something out of him, but Blaine couldn’t exactly read his face. His voice however, didn’t seem like it contained any excitement and then it got quiet as he shut his eyes and faced the ceiling. Blane wondered if that was somehow the wrong answer? If maybe he should have just refused to answer the question. Was this a game? Like a i’ll chase you because it’s fun, but once I can have you it’s boring and it stops. So it was fun when Blaine refused to answer, but now that he did, it wasn’t what he wanted? Expected? Or maybe he was doing some weird caring thing where he was worried about Blaine not having a boyfriend in so long. Blaine was thinking way too much about all this and stopped all of his thoughts and let them leave his mind.
He had done the same thing as Kurt , closing his eyes. Thunder sounded throughout the room and that combined with the sound of the soft rain, well, Blaine thought this was really peaceful. “All we need now is a blanket.” He said out loud though it was really only meant for his thoughts. Kurt broke through the new silence again telling him that he was going to have to start painting again. Blaine had almost forgot completely about it. “Mmm yeah I know, I’m relaxing for now, Chance woke me up early.” He said as he cuddled into the little dip in his arms that were folded behind his head, completely unaware to the fact that Kurt was looking at him. “Are you going to continue sticking around or will you be leaving?” He almost added in if he’d be pestering him about questions as well, but left it out, because they were on good grounds right now and he didn’t want to be the one that ruined that.
Kurt had stopped bothering with thinking and over thinking, and maybe that was why he was so easily swayed to just drop himself down onto Blaine’s stomach. Maybe, subconsciously, he knew it would make Blaine uncomfortable to get so close and act like it was nothing, maybe he just wanted to lay down with Blaine. He didn’t know, and at the moment, he didn’t care. He felt the rise and fall of Blaine’s stomach underneath his head and looked up innocently at the ceiling, as if they had been doing this for years. Blaine asked him a question, and with it came the thoughts, all the overwhelming thoughts telling him to rethink what exactly he was doing. At first, he just turned his head, looking up towards Blaine, but when he decided that it was just a weird angle to talk and maybe Blaine was more uncomfortable with the position, Kurt rolled off of him. He came to stop so that he was laying on his stomach, his face now at a comfortable talking distance from Blaine. He propped his arm up by his elbow and let his chin rest there, looking down at where Blaine was laying.
The question, although it was one he hadn’t expected to hear, was sort of curious to Kurt. He didn’t know if Blaine really wanted to know or if he was simply mocking Kurt, but either way, he had asked, and wasn’t that half the battle? Getting Blaine to ask or answer questions? With a small smile, he shrugged and said, “Three years.” There was a moment of silence before Kurt was elaborating, saying, “I’ve only had one boyfriend my whole life. His name was Oliver. We were going out for a year, but we broke up before I came out here. We didn’t want to do the whole “long distance” thing, you know?” He smiled down at Blaine, mostly because he had just learned all of Kurt’s romantic past, even if he no intentions of hearing such thing.
He laughed a little to himself, his memories going back to Oliver. They were tired memories, ones he thought about when he was really desperate for company, and every time they played through his head, his thoughts begged him to go out and find someone else, to make new memories to replay over and over again. He figured this whole paint fiasco was a good enough one, laughing again to himself before rolling over on his back so that he was laying next to Blaine, their arms touching just slightly. There was a warmth where he could feel Blaine’s arm against him and he couldn’t help the huge smile that came over his face. “No chance I’ll be hearing about your last boyfriend, is there?” The question was completely innocent, and Kurt made it clear that he was content with whatever answer he got, even if the answer was no.
Kurt moved off of him and Blaine almost missed the warmth for a second, but just like that, the feeling was gone. He laid one of his hands on his stomach instead, his head turning over to look at Kurt while he talked. Kurt’s hair was a little ridiculous, all of the pieces with dried paint in it. There were also still paint spots here and there from where he tried to get it off of his face with his shirt, but to be honest failed. Blaine was currently staring at the part near his jaw that almost looked like it could have been a star…that was missing one edge, but a star nonetheless.
He went on to talk answer his question, saying that it had been three years and Blaine thought that might explain the whole foreheads things along with him laying on his stomach. Or maybe Kurt was just a person who liked contact, he didn’t really know. “A year for your first relationship? That’s rather impressive.” After Kurt laid on his back, Blaine turned to his side, finding it more comfortable at that time. He had just gotten comfortable and settled when Kurt asked his question, which again, Blaine should have expect and in the back of his head he did. He was deciding if he should answer it or not, since it wasn’t like he had to go into detail, it was just a simple question and a simple answer, so, he did. “I will answer, but only because you took so kindly to me dumping paint over your head.” He grinned a little. “My last boyfriend was when I was 16, then I moved and it was over.” He had actually never told that boyfriend either, he just up and left without a word to anyone because that was what he did. It didn’t matter anyway, the relationships he managed to have never lasted very long anyway, he was much better and one night stands or seeing a guy a few times before ending contact.
Kurt hadn’t noticed Blaine’s hands on his hips until they were falling away, and for a moment he wished he hadn’t moved. But the thought was silly, and he had bigger things to worry about, like the paint that was currently seeping into his hair and pores. When Blaine laughed at him for caring only about his hair, Kurt grumbled, “You’re lucky I’m wearing old clothes today. If I was wearing something nice, I’d have you strung up in the stables where all the horses could laugh at you.” He wiped at his face, groaning at all the paint that came off onto his hands, and he wiped his hands on his pants. They were already covered in paint, a little more couldn’t hurt. The paint in his hair was a concern though, and as Blaine fell to the floor deciding he was done working, Kurt shook his head, “Oh you still have painting to do. As soon as I get most of this paint out of my hair, you’re getting your butt up off the floor and doing your job.”
He went to where he had tossed the paper towels, but they were dry and covered with paint. Biting on his lip, he looked over at where Blaine was laying down, then down at his shirt. With a small sigh, he said just loud enough for Blaine to hear, “I’m taking off my shirt, don’t look.” Hesitating for a moment, he turned around and pulled his shirt over his head, turning it inside out and using the clean part to rub at his hair, trying to get as much paint out as he could. When he’d gotten what he could, and wiped his face while he was at it, Kurt put the shirt back on, the wet paint on the shirt clinging to his torso. He turned back to where Blaine was, not looking at his face because he really didn’t want to see whether or not Blaine was looking. With a sigh, he went to where Blaine was, laying down with his head resting on Blaine’s stomach, a position that seemed natural enough, one of his now clean hands trying to run through his hair. “I’m going to have to take like four showers to get all of this paint off,” Kurt pouted, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. “And if any of the higher staff members see this room they’re going to kill me,” Kurt said, poking Blaine gently in the ribs to let him know it was his fault. A small laugh followed and he sighed contently, fingertips lingering just next to Blaine’s ribs.
“So the horses could laugh at me? That’s just rude.” He said seriously with a little playfulness seeping through. Though it really would be rude and it would probably scar Blaine for the rest of his life, as if the horses would actually start laughing or worse get out of the stables and try to gnaw on him. “This isn’t all m fault either, if you would have just kept your mouth shut and let me do my job none of this would have happened. So don’t try to push this all on my you heathen.” After that, Kurt stated that he would be taking his shirt off and for Blaine not to look. He almost laughed. “You do realize i’m a guy that’s attracted to other guys and I don’t listen very well right. But sure, I won’t look.” He did. His eyes were fixed on Kurt’s back seeing as he turned away and Blaine was okay with that, backs were nice. Blaine watched as Kurt lifted his shirt over his head, the muscles in his back flexing as he did so. Blaine could admit that he liked what he saw. He started using it to get the paint out of his hair and Blaine rolled his eyes and shook his head a bit.
As Kurt walked back over, Blaine’s eyes followed him as he came back over. He figured that he would sit down or maybe lay next to him, but it seemed he was full of surprises, laying his head on Blaine’s stomach after stating how many showers he’d need and something about higher staff killing him. His eyebrows furrowed as Kurt’s fingertips were lingering and he was tempted to roll away or get up. Instead he blurted out, “Has it been a long time since you had a boyfriend or something?” Though his question has no malicious intent behind it and his voice was purely curious with a hint of amusement, he wasn’t sure if he regretted the words or not, deciding he’d decide when he heard Kurt’s answer.
When Blaine called him kitten, Kurt rolled his eyes, but his heart picked up again and all those silly crush feelings were really starting to take over. As Kurt’s fingers lingered at Blaine’s neck, the other man made an offhand comment about how the last someone had touched him like that, it hadn’t been a matter of finger painting, and Kurt rolled his eyes, telling him to hush. His cheeks had flushed pink again and he removed his fingertips, rubbing them into the palm of his hand in some attempt at starting to clean them off. There was a moment or two of silence and Kurt was on the verge of proposing that they both go quickly to the employee washroom down the hall and wash off the silly paint.
He hadn’t gotten the chance. Before he knew it, Blaine’s arm was around his waist and he was holding the paint can over his head. Just as Kurt let out a squeak and shut his eyes tight, the paint crashed down on him, covering him with cool paint. Once the can was empty, Kurt’s mouth fell open, his hand going to wipe at his eyes. He blinked them open and saw Blaine standing there with a smile on his face, as if he was proud of himself. Kurt, instinctively, tried to run his hands through his hair and found them tangling in wet, paint soaked strands of hair. “You ass,” Kurt said quietly, pulling his hands in front of him to see the paint that coated them, before looking up at Blaine. A huge smile came over his face, for what reason, he did not know, and he put his hands on Blaine’s face, laughing loudly and repeating, “You ass! You got paint in my hair!”
Blaine’s arm was still around his waist and Kurt used his hands on Blaine’s face to guide him, pushing him back towards the wall, not caring at the moment if it was the one Blaine had just been working on or not. He pushed him so that his back was pressed against the wall, keeping his hands on Blaine’s face as he leaned in and pressed his forehead to Blaine’s. With a laugh, he moved his hands from Blaine’s cheeks to his paint covered hair and attempted to move the paint over to Blaine’s hair instead. It wasn’t until a moment passed that he realized what position he had put himself in, pressing Blaine with his back flat against the wall and their foreheads touching together. Kurt cleared his throat, taking a small step back and pouting and moaning, “I can’t believe you got paint in my hair.”
Blaine was laughing loudly as the paint splattered all over Kurt and himself (only a little, not even close to as bad as it got Kurt). He was laughing so loud that it was constantly echoing off the walls, which made it seem like there was more than one of him in the room. Soon Kurt was calling him an ass and putting his hands on each side of his face. It didn’t really come to a surprise, because he expected some kind of retaliation. What he didn’t expect was the laugh and the fact that he was upset about the paint in his hair. “Of everything to be upset about, you’re upset about the paint?!” That fact alone caused him to laugh even more, not even realizing that Kurt was leading him and pushing him to the wall.
Once they were against said wall, Kurt was pressing their foreheads together and if Blaine wasn’t pressed against a wall with nowhere to go he was sure he would have tried to move away. Since he couldn’t go anywhere though, he just let it happen, it’s not like it meant anything anyway. Kurt then tried to transfer the pant from his own hair to Blaine’s causing Blaine to laugh and say how much of an idiot he was—in the most playful way he could. He didn’t realize he moved his hands to Kurt’s hips until Kurt pulled away, causing them to drop to his sides. “I can’t believe that is still all you care about.” There was still paint dripping down Kurt’s face and clothes and Blaine just laughed before falling to the floor and laying there. “Well now look what you did, I don’t want to paint anymore.”
When he finished his little painting on Blaine’s face, Kurt expected them to have a quick laugh before Blaine realized that he had properly distracted Kurt for the time being and that he could get back to work. Kurt almost did want Blaine to let go, mostly because he was afraid of what the paint might do to his pores, but then he realized that thought process followed the sort of “uptight” description Blaine had put forth, and he wished the thought away. Instead, he let out a small laugh at the way Blaine crinkled his face, trying to see the paint Kurt had put there. The laugh gave way to a small, surprised yelp as Blaine grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the paint supplies.
“Nuh-huh, no you don’t,” Kurt said, shaking his head as Blaine opened more paint. As he felt Blaine holding his face again, Kurt let out a small noise and shut his eyes tight, the cool paint finding its way to his face again. He focused on the feeling of Blaine’s finger tracing over his skin and identified that Blaine was either drawing lines on his cheeks or, more likely, whiskers. He blinked his eyes open as Blaine’s hand shifted from his cheek to his chin, and Kurt let out a small laugh when he saw Blaine’s tongue poke out of the corner of his mouth. When Blaine finished and claimed that Kurt’s face-painting was a master piece, Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing and shaking his head. As his eyes went back to Blaine’s face, another laugh escaped his lips. The fingertips he had kissed must have still had some paint on them because his lips were now dotted with paint.
“My turn,” Kurt said, ducking down to stick the finger tips of one of his hands in the paint, grabbing the paper towel from before with the other one and hiding it behind his back. He stood back up, his painted hand going to hold Blaine’s face as he pretended to scan Blaine’s face for where to start. Quickly, he brought the paper towel up and wiped at Blaine’s bottom lip, where the paint was, getting rid of it with a few quick wipes. Once his lips were clean, Kurt nodded with a smile and a mumble of “gotcha”, tossing the paper towel aside and letting his fingertips glide down Blaine’s jawline and then down his neck, tracing over Blaine’s Adam’s apple. Stepping back, he nodded, laughing, “Mine’s more “abstract”, I would have to say.”
“Sure, your turn, kitten.” Blaine remarked with a smile and a playful role of his eyes. He stayed perfectly still, hands laced together, humming as he waited. He had closed his eyes as he waited for Kurt to start defiling his face with paint, but opened them when Kurt’s hand was on his face, almost flinching. Just like caring, physical contact of any kind wasn’t something he was necessarily used to unless it was from Santana or someone he was sleeping with or the few people he had attempted dating. However, he was very good at it being him who was being the one to use physical contact. He didn’t make Kurt move his hand or anything though, because it was only fair that Kurt let him do the same thing. “Any day now,” Blaine said in somewhat of a sing-song voice and before he knew it there was something at his lips and when he realized what Kurt was doing he furrowed his eye brows and then licked his lips. “How dare you take paint from my lips, It gave me character.” He said with a fake pout, tilting his head a bit as Kurt’s fingers went down his neck. Blaine couldn’t help but make a comment about how the last time someone had done that, it was definitely not because they were putting paint on him.
Kurt stood back and admired his work like it was some masterpiece, claiming to to be abstract. Blaine was almost out of things to do, not really sure what else he could do and he was scared that their conversation would turn south again and Kurt would remember everything he had been asking and go at it again. So, Blaine thought quick and a bit insanely. “You know, I don’t think they need this color,” Blaine said as he grabbed the paint bucket with one hand and before Kurt could even so much as try to catch on to what he was doing he strode forward, wrapped his free hand around Kurt’s waist so he couldn’t run and dumped the paint bucket all over Kurt, some bouncing onto him as well because of how close they were.
Kurt wrinkled his nose at Blaine’s laughter. He couldn’t tell, at the moment, if Blaine was laughing because of what Kurt was doing, or if he was just trying to get on his nerves again. Either way, Kurt didn’t appreciate it, and he almost chided Blaine for it, but was silenced by Blaine taking the paper towel from him and throwing it to the ground. Kurt’s mouth dropped open, thoroughly offended by Blaine’s actions, and by Blaine’s comment about getting him a new shirt. For the briefest moment, he thought Blaine was going to remove his shirt and throw that aside to, and Kurt was sure he would turn permanently red if that were to happen in front of him.
Kurt had seen Blaine coating his hand in paint, and he should’ve guessed that something bad was going to result because of it, but he had been too distracted by the offense taken by Blaine’s previous actions to dwell on it. Now, in a blur of action, Blaine grabbed his arm and was pulling him close, nervous butterflies appearing inconveniently once again. A shiver was sent down Kurt’s spine as Blaine said his name. When he felt the cool paint against his cheeks, which were already starting to warm up under Blaine’s touch, Kurt’s mouth opened again, letting out a gasp of surprise as Blaine trailed his fingers over Kurt’s face. He was almost completely unaware of what Blaine was saying due to the fact that he was so surprised by what was happening, but he had heard him. Blaine was calling him boring and uptight, and while Kurt would admit to his life being somewhat boring and restrictive, he would never let Blaine get away with such an assumption.
“I’m not boring,” Kurt pouted quietly to himself, eyes searching Blaine’s face for a moment as he built up enough courage to make the next move. Biting his lip, Kurt brought his free hand up to Blaine’s paint covered one, pressing their palms together and entwining his fingers quickly with Blaine’s before pulling his hand away completely. Without hesitation, he brought it up to Blaine’s face and traced a line from one of Blaine’s cheeks under his nose to the other cheek. There was an odd sense of triumph- and maybe relief-that came with the act, and Kurt let out a laugh. “You look ridiculous,” Kurt mused, admiring his handiwork.
“You seem kind of boring.” Blaine retorted with a small smile, almost egging him on to prove him wrong. He wasn’t really sure what he was doing, but as long as it would shut Kurt up about the topic he was so intent on seemingly bringing up every five minutes, then he’d roll with it. It seemed to be working and Kurt pressed his hand to Blaine’s and if it was any quicker than what it had been, he was sure he would have pulled his hand away as soon as he started to entwine them—though his stayed straight up completely and hesitantly. But it was done quickly and then he was doing something to Blaine’s face, his own eyes going cross-eyed as he tried to look down and see. While he couldn’t see he could feel and when Kurt said he looked ridiculous, Blaine crinkled his face. “You have me a mustache.” He said with a pout before grabbing Kurt’s wrist—and probably leaving a painted mark around it—and pulling him back over to where everything was because he knew he had saw at least one other color, for what he didn’t know, but it was there.
Blaine then opened it and let out a little aha noise before dipping two fingers in it and coming back up to Kurt. He held Kurt’s face in one hand to hold it still and used his other to draw whisker from Kurt’s nose and a small dot on the tip. He did so with a smile, forgetting in those moments about all the questions Kurt had tried asking or the annoyance and impatience he had. Now he was, dare he say it, having fun for the time being. Blaine removed his hand from the side of his face and instead held Kurt’s chin as he put the whiskers on the other side of his face, his tongue sticking out a little as he did so. When he was finished he kissed the tips of his fingers and dramatically like some French person. “Perfect, my master piece, it’s perfect.”