[reads summary of fic] THIS IS WHAT I WANT
[reads first 10 words of fic] this is not what i want
I have equal parts film and digital cameras in my collection. I think that there are ways to Photoshop photos so that they look like you shot them on film, but is that as rewarding? It just depends on the person.
Character: Kurt H., Blaine A.
Summary: Kurt Hummel has put his perfect life together carefully, making sure all the pieces fit exactly how he wanted them to. But all it takes is one name from his past to make all his hard work go to waste - Blaine Anderson.
Kurt was floating in that hazy place between waking and sleeping, clinging to his wonderful dream, but something softly tickling him was pulling him toward consciousness. He scrunched his face and groaned, but when he realized he wouldn’t be able to fall back into that wonderful deep sleep he had been enjoying, he blinked his eyes open lazily.
Blaine was hovering over him, placing tiny little kisses on the curve of his naked shoulder, his jaw, his collarbone, and every inch of skin he could reach. When Kurt looked at him, he looked back, and Kurt’s breath caught in his throat – it had been so long since he had woken to those caramel eyes staring at him with such reverence and sweetness.
“Hey you,” Blaine whispered, voice still sleep-rough, so he probably hadn’t been awake for long.
“Hi,” Kurt mumbled with a yawn. He unconsciously put his hand on Blaine’s head, immediately intertwining his fingers with his dark curls, stroking them slowly.
“I can make you some coffee if you want,” Blaine said as his lips caressed his chest right where his heart was beating. “I know you can’t function properly in the mornings without your caffeine fix first…”
“Mm, you know me so well…” Kurt murmured, as he arched his back to make his muscles pop. Then he paused, because Blaine did know him well. Once upon a time, Blaine had been the one to know him better than anyone else, even more than his own father sometimes. But those times were supposed to be over, because Kurt had built a life completely separate from Blaine. And now he was in his ex-boyfriend’s bed. He swallowed and tried very hard not to panic. “Blaine, I…”
He was interrupted by the melody of a song filling the otherwise silent apartment. It was a song he recognized instantly…
“Oh crap,” he exclaimed, as he pushed Blaine out of the way as gently as he could to scramble out of bed. He looked around searching for his pants until he found them halfway under the bed, and he grabbed them to fish his cell phone out of one of the pockets.
Alexandre was calling him.
“let me hide the body”
If that isn’t motherly love what is
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"Getting your face and hair prepped for a big event is pure fantasy: There’s nothing quite like the power of hair and makeup to completely transform your look, to turn you into a character."