Title: Layers, or How to Wear Them (and How to Get Through Them)
A/N: Inspired by this post and its tags. This was supposed to be just a short little thing, but then Kurt got feelings and I got feelings and now I don’t even know what this is anymore. It’s almost 4,000 words of something? :D Anyway, this is for Inez, and I really hope she likes it.
”And besides, tearing off all of your clothes is sort of a tall order,” Blaine says, squinting his eyes like he sometimes does when he’s teasing Kurt, trying to make him smile with a silly joke.
“Because of the layers?” Kurt asks softly.
“Because of the layers,” Blaine repeats, taking Kurt’s head in his hands and leaning in to press a quick and wet kiss on his lips, making an audible mm-wah! sound as he smacks their lips together. Kurt can feel Blaine smiling into the kiss, the gentleness of his hands on his cheeks, and when Blaine leans back with a goofy grin, jumping off the bed and making ridiculous dance movements to the beat of the music, the words jump to Kurt’s mind, almost rushing out of his mouth before he stops them:
You take my breath away. You silly, gorgeous boy who I still can’t believe is mine for real – you take my breath away.
sometimes people who are sad dont always need the “it gets better talk”
sometimes people just want to hear “you are sad, you are trying your best, and it’s okay. you’re okay and you’re alive and that’s a big accomplishment”
because i know for myself unconditional optimism gets really fucking annoying. sometimes i just want to be sad and have it be okay that im sad.
don’t make me feel weirder than i already do in my own skin.
- usb won’t plug in
- flip it over
- still nothing
- flip it over again
- magically fits