blaine rebel anderson. 22. singer. songwriter. musician. in love with my best friend and the keeper of my heart, kurt elizabeth hummel.
(NOT real. I do not own Glee, its characters or the actors that portray them. I am simply using Blaine Anderson for my own entertainment.)
Grinning widely, Blaine jumps up and moves to their closet, unable to resist shaking his ass a little as he goes. Seeing Kurt smile, even a small one, is like watching the sun come out on a rainy day and Blaine’s determined to see more of it, whatever it takes.
Pulling on Kurt’s favorite long-sleeved henley and a pair of dark skinny jeans, Blaine grabs his shoes and moves over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks before returning to the bed to put them on. “So, I’m thinking we should take full advantage of this weekend and order room service like we’re actually on vacation. What do you think?”
Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes playfully, his smile widening as his fiancé shakes his ass on his way to the closet. “You, darling, are an absolute weirdo, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Kurt can honestly say he wouldn’t. Blaine may be a goof, but that’s the Blaine Kurt fell in love with all those years ago.
He can’t help but lick his lips a little as Blaine walks out of the closet, dressed in that grey henley and skinny jeans that hug his torso and legs in all the right places. “Ahh, room service…right. Yeah, that sounds perfect,” He pauses, standing up and straightening out his own clothes. “In fact, I don’t ever plan on leaving the bed. I expect you to feed me strawberries and champagne in between the times we make love.” Kurt’s teasing, of course. He’s not that high maintenance. “You don’t really have to that though, B…but room service does sound pretty amazing.”
Blaine widens his eyes dramatically, looking convincingly upset. “How did you figure out my surprise? I’ve been planning it since you made the reservations. I thought I would surprise you and pamper you until you were sick of me.”
Blaine makes a dramatic pouty face, but there’s a hint of a smile teasing around the corners. He’s only half joking; he really did call the hotel and request to have champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting in their room and he did plan to pamper the hell out of Kurt, but it’s not as soul-crushing as he’s playing it off to be. “You know I’m not romantic. How am I supposed to top that?!”