this was supposed to be just a little mini-fic or even just a summary of a fic but hazelandglasz prompted “Truth or Dare” and the whole thing plopped into my head, and I couldn’t stop typing. So…
"You really don’t think I’ll do it?" Blaine raises his eyebrow, already hitching himself up on his elbows.
"We’re on the lawn of your grandmother’s country club, Blaine," Kurt rolls to his back, trying to figure out how high he’ll have to lift his head to finish drinking this glass of wine without spilling it down his neck. "With *your* family. I’m pretty sure I can safely say you won’t do it. So, just pick "truth" and let’s get on with it."
Blaine narrows his eyes, pursing his lips as he thinks. He tosses down the flower stem he’s been shredding and pulls loose his tie. He starts unbuckling his belt.
"You don’t think I’ll fucking do it?" He kicks off his boatshoes, challenging Kurt.
"I don’t think you’ll fucking do it. Your aunt Edna is right over there, and Uncle Charles and Tante Caroline and The Hellion Twins. I think that’s the rest of your grandmother’s bridge club that just arrived."
"Is that a dare?" Blaine’s hands hover at his shirt hemline.
whenever something happens where i end up getting physically hurt I don’t really react right away i just kinda stare at it like
"im not sure how i want to handle this intense pain im in right now im still trying to process that it happened should we call 911"
daddy!kurt/baby!blaine inspired by this art by nintendo6-9. includes not-really watersports, daddy!kink and minor comeplay.
Kurt’s sitting in the study, hunched over his laptop as he types out a quick email to his boss. There are papers strewn all over the desk, some covered with sketches and scrawled writing, others completely blank, empty canvases for when inspiration hits.
It’s a weekend and he knows that he doesn’t have to work this hard, not when deadlines aren’t even in the same calendar month yet, but he’s keeping himself occupied, putting up a front for the game that he plays with Blaine.
Kurt hears a ding from his laptop, notifying him that he has a new email. He clicks it open and starts reading it when he sees someone appear in the doorway.
First time watching fireworks:
First time being dunked into water that’s way too cold:
First time getting caught in a bubble shower:
First time driving through a dark tunnel:
First time chatting with a puppet:
First time finding a new recipe in a cooking magazine:
First time forgetting how spoons work:
First time seeing ice cream:
Whenever I’m feeling sad, I look at this and realise how fucking amazing the world is