[i couldn’t help myself, so with charlotte’s permission, i wrote her a smutty ending. it came out a lot more goofy/silly than hot/messy, but, eh oh well… :)]
He’d drunk more than usual, nerves and excitement warring with each other inside his body. But two -almost three- glasses wasn’t too much, right? Except the wine was already buzzing through his brain in that wonderfully pleasant way that made everything seem to float around him.
He was leaning over and resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder before he could process that that wasn’t a normal or okay thing to do to a man he’d only just met. But Kurt’s voice had been twirling around his head for what seemed like ages and now the voice had a face and a body, that was gloriously strong and supportive beneath him, and Blaine felt like he was in a dream. Like he’d manifested the excuse of losing his key and David wasn’t really on his way and now it was time for dream-Kurt to turn off the TV and turn a half-inch to his right so their lips could catch.
And what soft lips they were.
Blaine turned his head up so he wasn’t at such an awkward angle on Kurt’s shoulder and sealed their lips more fully. Kurt hummed against him, cupping his face gently with one hand. He pulled back slowly, a shy grin hiding under the cute blush on his cheeks.
Blaine blinked, the alcohol receding a bit so he was seeing with clearer eyes and the swimming image of Kurt’s perfect face formed together into one very real picture in front of him. He jumped up a bit, bumping chins with the other man.
“I-I’m sorry! Oh god, I didn’t… you just… it was a dream and you weren’t real and I thought that- oh shit, I’m sor-“
Sereko is the best person in the world, okay?
(btw, in case you couldn’t tell, it’s the extra ending to Apartment 3a in which sex happens)