"Do you think it’s possible to get, oh, addicted to kissing?” Kurt asks breathlessly, trading quick, eager kisses with Blaine. It’s possible they sort of, well, pounced each other as soon as they got to Blaine’s room, lips pressing together slow at first but then bolder, heat swooping in Kurt’s stomach at each hard kiss.
"Absolutely," Blaine says, fingertips brushing through Kurt’s hair where he’s cupping Kurt’s face, his gaze dropping down to stare at Kurt’s lips as he talks. "Wait, sorry, what did you say?"
Kurt grins. “You weren’t listening, huh?”
Blaine’s smile is equal parts shy and giddy when he asks, “Can you blame me?” and leans back in. Kurt’s eyes flutter shut, lips pressing back with Blaine’s fervent kisses.
luckyjak prompted: Klaine, pretending to be dating before actually dating. :)
It all starts innocently enough.
They become friends freshman year when they meet in Dance 101 and bond over the fact that they keep messing up the same moves again and again.
A year later they’re both better dancers and closer friends, so Blaine is not all surprised at first by Kurt’s question when they hang out in the quad after voice class.
Blaine’s a Skank. Kurt is McKinley’s bad seed. Their first “date,” however, doesn’t quite go as expected by anyone.
a/n: basically, ann and I got to talking about skank!blaine/badboy!kurt and agreed it was something that needed to be done. that’s it.
Blaine had gone to something called the Sadie Hawkins dance and poor Kurt doesn’t understand why he won’t come home.
Nor does he understand anything that happens after he finally does.
Blaine should have been home hours ago.
That was all Kurt could think…
since skank!kurt is usually always about how he and Blaine get together, this just has established relationship cuteness and how blaine melts his badass exterior whenever he’s around uwu
Kurt stands smoking under the bleachers, waiting for Blaine get get out of his student council meeting.
"Why do you have to keep going to these stupid things?" Kurt had asked earlier today as they hung out in the alcove of the empty hallway for a quick make out session between third and fourth period. (Blaine doesn’t have a class for third and Kurt doesn’t mind skipping English because he knows it all anyway).
Blaine had laughed. “It’s not stupid.”
"Yes, it is," says Kurt, frowning down at him. "Anything that keeps me from taking you home to bed is fucking stupid. And all of your clubs and meetings - definitely stupid, because it’s nearly four or five by the time you get out. That doesn’t leave much time to -"
"Shh," says Blaine, pushing him up against the wall as they hear the approaching footsteps echoing down the hall. Blaine bites his lip, trying not to laugh and Kurt leans down to kiss at his neck, trying to get him to make a sound.