Kurt:
You just better hope no one is staring at the front of your jeans, I would not be appreciating that much. Rawr
Kurt:
Blaine, your head is still a bit fuzzy from what just went down, no one would have liked to see me coming in there half naked, no one. Oh god, I can see you getting all protective with towards that old lady and I can't stop giggling.
Blaine:
I think you're right, it'd almost be a miracle if I end up completing this project. Hey, hey, that old lady has her own man to stare at- eyes off /my/ guy.
Blaine:
Hmph.
Blaine:
Honey, I'm going to turn my phone off now for the sake of my grades. I'll see you when I get back at around ... 5. Love you.
Kurt:
Tie it around your- Blaine, oh my god. Where would you be without me right now.
Kurt:
Oh, yes. Because the old lady at the desk would have appreciated it. And whoever else happens to be there also. You're so cute, Blaine.
Blaine:
Uh, without you, I wouldn't be in the library bathroom. Locked in a cubicle. But don't worry, you can't see it unless you stare very intensely at the front of my jeans, which I sincerely doubt anyone here will. It's alright, I'm not doing fashion any injustice, I promise.
Blaine:
Anyone with a working right mind would've appreciated it, Kurt- but she had better think twice if she thinks she can get away with staring at my boyfriend half naked.
Kurt:
Oh god, Blaine. Try to wash it off. I can just picture how embarrassing it would be for someone to see that. Black jeans. Oh my.
Kurt:
But I was in sweats, Blaine. I wasn't leaving the house in sweats, and I didn't want to find jeans. I'm lazy today, love. Plus, you were begging me to take off said sweats while simultaneously trying to get me over at the library.
Kurt:
Oh, pfft. Blainers. Oh hush.
Blaine:
I'm not washing it off /here/, Kurt, not in the bathroom sink. It's not particularly noticeable and if worse comes to worst, I can take my jacket off and tie it around my waist. Not the best look, but it'll have to do.
Blaine:
You could've come over half naked. I certainly wouldn't have minded.
Kurt:
I'm sure incredibly hot is an understatement.
Kurt:
As long as it's only a little bit. They won't be ruined too bad.
Kurt:
Um, Mr. Anderson, you were the one who doesn't know to concentrate on a school project. It's your fault you got stuck in a cubicle when you could have waited till you got home.
Blaine:
We have plenty of time to try it out and see for ourselves ;)
Blaine:
... Uh, it comes off in the wash, doesn't it? Damn it. I wore my black jeans today as well.
Blaine:
I do know how to concentrate on a project! This was just .. an exception. You could have jumped into the car and sped over. And /excuse me/, Mr. Hummel, but I can't say I agree with you- it's not my fault my boyfriend is too attractive for me to resist even if I'm miles away.
Kurt:
This is where the whole swallowing everything and licking clean would have come in handy.
Kurt:
Oh, Jesus. Fuck. I kinda wish I was there to help clean you up...
Kurt:
Oh my god. Blaine Anderson, you better not have messed up your pants.
Blaine:
Yeah, that really would've been handy. Not to mention incredibly hot.
Blaine:
Um. Only a little bit. I didn't have the chance, or space, to take them right off because I'm in a /cubicle/ in our library bathrooms, Kurt Hummel.
Blaine:
Shit. Think about me touching all your sweet spots baby, like the small of your back because whenever I touch that spot you arch your hips and it's so fucking hot. Or- or your thighs, and your stomach and the place behind your ear. Fuck, I love you so much. Come for me, Kurt.
Kurt:
Mh, Blaine, baby. Are you stroking yourself? Continue. Think of me, pressed close, my hands on you, whispering and breathing hot into your ear. Come for me.
