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fic: Gentle Hands, 1/1

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Title: Gentle Hands
Author: [info]x_nscangel_x
Beta: no beta (looking for one?)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: spoilers for MJ episode. based on this photo of Blaine getting slushied by Sebastian and this post talking about the photo.
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urt doesn’t see the slushie coming at him until the last second. But when the cold feeling he knows only too well never comes, he opens his eyes to see Blaine standing in front of him with red on his hair.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fox or Glee or any of the characters.


            Kurt has his hands on his hips, and he’s smirking at the Warblers. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of red, and by the time he realizes what it really is, it’s too late and he gasps and squeezes his eyes shut—

            He never feels the cold, wet sensation of the slushie slamming into his face. He never hears himself gasp as the chill starts to settle in. He never feels the disgusting, wet clumps of shredded ice slid down his face and onto his precious clothes.

            Opening his eyes tentatively, Kurt sees Blaine standing in front of him, and he can see splotches of red on his hair, and—oh, Blaine

            “Blaine! I’m so, so sorry I didn’t mean for that to get you. I-it was meant for K-Kurt. Here, let me help you clean up—“

            “Sebastian, if you have any brains at all in that pin-up doll head of yours, you’ll know that you are the absolute last person I want to see right now, considering I can’t even see anything right now,” Blaine spits out through gritted teeth.

            The other Warblers stand there, frozen in shock, and everyone stares as Sebastian runs away. The New Direction members look at Blaine with sympathy, all of them recalling the horrible feeling of getting slushied.

            Kurt pulls Blaine so that they’re facing each other, and he makes a soft noise of distress. “Oh, Blaine, your clothes and hair—“

            “It was worth it,” he replies, although he’s slightly shaking from the chill of the slushie. His eyes are squeezed shut, and Kurt knows from past experience that his eyes must be absolutely killing him right now. “You kept telling how hard you worked on your outfit and how it was so hard to take on and off, and I really liked your hair today and I didn’t want you to take another slushie when you’ve had more than enough of that already—“

            Kurt leans forward and kisses Blaine, the flavor of cheery and the chill of Blaine’s lips on his tongue. But he doesn’t care. His head is reeling that his perfect, sweet, amazing boyfriend just took a slushie for him.

            “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Kurt says, and grabs Blaine’s hand, waving the rest of New Directions goodbye.

            Kurt pops open the trunk of his car, where he keeps extra towels, and rubs them on Blaine’s face (especially his eyes) so that he can see again. Blaine’s skin is such a bright red color that he looks like a tomato, but for some reason he still looks attractive.

            Blaine shudders, and when most of the slushie has been wiped off from his face he leans forward and rests his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “Slushies are horrible,” he remarks as Kurt gets a new towel and starts to wipe off the slushie from Blaine’s hair and jacket. “I’m so sorry that you had to go through that so often.”

            “You have nothing to apologize for,” Kurt says softly. “It’s very sweet that you would take a slushie for me.”

            Blaine laughs. “You look really good in leather. I didn’t want you to get messy.”

            Kurt giggles, and he throws the red-stained towel in the trunk. “Come to my house for a bit. You’re still dirty and trust me; you don’t want that stuff to stain your skin.”

            It’s a quiet drive to Kurt’s house. He’s trying not to think about how douchebag Sebastian was going to slushie him, as if the fucker knows all of the slushies Kurt has had to take in the past. Almost as if Blaine can read his mind (which Kurt sometimes thinks he really can), he reaches over and takes Kurt’s hand in his, giving him a bright smile. “Don’t worry about Sebastian,” Blaine mutters.

            “If the slushie had gotten to me, would you have beaten him up for me?”

            Blaine snorts and rolls his eyes. “If the slushie had hit anyone else but me, Sebastian would be in the hospital right now.”

            Kurt laughs, and he feels a surge of love and happiness when he thinks about how Blaine actually stood in front of him to take a slushie for him. For him.

            Kurt can’t seem to remember the last time someone did something like that for him. He’s always been the one taking steps backwards to suit other people; he’s always had to give up something so that other people could have it better. Granted, it’s not always a bad thing, but the fact that someone was now protecting him, taking the fall for him, made him feel like the most important person in the world.

            “What’s on your mind?” Blaine asks as they pull onto Kurt’s street.

            “I’m thinking about how I ever got such a wonderful boyfriend who’s willing to take a slushie in the face for me even though I’ve told him a million times about the stories about how much slushies absolutely suck,” Kurt says softly, and flashes Blaine a smile. “We’re here.”

            Kurt holds onto Blaine’s hand when they get into the house, and he leads Blaine to his bathroom, tugging the ottoman over to the sink and pulling Blaine down.

            Turning on the faucet, Kurt waits for the water to turns hot before tilting Blaine’s head backwards and grabbing his special cleansing shampoo from the counter. Kurt lathers it on his hand, and washes the slush from Blaine’s hair, and Blaine has a sleep, content smile on his face.

            “I could really get used to this if you’re going to be so nice to me after I get slushied every time,” Blaine laughs. “This feels nice.”

            “Don’t get used to it,” Kurt retorted, but he couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his face. “I had to wash almost all of those slushies off by myself. You aren’t going to get the star treatment if this happens again.”

            “What if it does?” Blaine asks, and he sounds almost fearful. “Slushies are horrible.”

            “Then I’ll take one for you next time,” Kurt murmurs, and silencing Blaine’s protests by leaning over and kissing him. “Now you shush and let me wash this crap out of your hair.”

            Blaine smiles up at Kurt, but doesn’t say a word until Kurt turns off the faucet and wraps Blaine’s head with a small towel.

            “Here,” Kurt orders, handing Blaine a face wash and a red hand towel. “Wash your face with that so your face doesn’t stay all red and sticky for the next few days.”

            “Oh, what would I ever do without you?” Blaine teases, and Kurt nudges his ass with his foot, sending Blaine stumbling back into the bathroom.

            “Tell me when you’re done so I can take you home,” Kurt calls out, lying down on his bed and grabbing a random magazine from his bedside drawer.

            “Can’t I just stay here?” Blaine whines.

            “We’re just going to end up talking the whole night and I actually have homework that I still need to finish, Blaine. If you stay the night, neither of us is going to get anything done.”

            “I promise I’ll be good!”

            “That’s what you say every time,” Kurt replies exasperatedly.

            Kurt can almost feel Blaine’s pout from here. “But I really mean it. I don’t want to go home. What if I wake up in the middle of the night because I’m going to have nightmares of slushie monsters eating my clothes?”

            “I hope they do. Your wardrobe is appalling. You looked much better in your Dalton uniform,” Kurt replies airily.

            “That is low. I like my bowties.”

            Kurt rolls his eyes. “Blaine, you look like a geek from the sixties.”

            “And how is that a bad thing?”

            “No one wants to look like they’re from the sixties.”

            “I happen to like the sixties!” Blaine retorts.

            “Excuse me, but how are you getting your face clean if you’re talking so much?” Kurt asks, closing his magazine and getting up from the bed. “Are you just lazy or do you need me to do everything for you?”

            “Can you?” Blaine asks excitedly, and Kurt walks into his bathroom to find Blaine sitting cross-legged on the ottoman, using the face wash to paint his face. Kurt makes a pained noise and sighs deeply.

            “What did I do?”

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            “There, you’re all cleaned. I’ll give you your jacket tomorrow at school, okay? The washing machine should take care of all the stains.”

            “Mmm, thanks Kurt,” Blaine says happily. “This was nice. I like this. We should do this more often.”

            “Or the other way around,” Kurt adds, and they laugh. Blaine snuggles a bit close to Kurt’s chest.

            “I just…I hope you know how much it means to me, what you did today. No one has ever done that for me before,” Kurt says shyly.

            Blaine sits up and faces Kurt. “I love you,” he mutters. “I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy. I hope you know that.”

            Kurt smiles, and he tilts his head so that their foreheads are touching. “I love you, Blaine.”

            “Love you, Kurt,” replies Blaine breathlessly, and they kiss slowly. Despite all of the products that Blaine used to clean himself up tonight, Kurt can still taste a bit of the cherry on his upper lip. 



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