Two-Second Rule
Summary: Future NYC fic in which Sam asks Kurt and Blaine why they don’t indulge in PDAs.
I wrote this in honor of the anniversary of Never Been Kissed. It is partially based on my own experience with my first boyfriend… and also first and only girlfriend (though that problem is easier to hide).
No spoilers beyond episode 5.04. Around 1200 words, rated R. Thanks to Mimsy for reading it over.
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By 3:00am, nearly everyone has gone home and it’s just their small, core group of friends settling into the lazy, silly conversation that often marks the end of a party. Kurt’s sprawled out on the couch, his head in Blaine’s lap and his feet pressed up against Rachel’s thighs. He watches her, happy to see her giggling as she regales Elliot with her new 10-year plan. From the way Blaine’s fingers still while petting Kurt’s hair he knows Blaine is watching her too.
Everyone is mellow, buzzed from the easy camaraderie, infinite promise and Dani’s spiked cider. Kurt revels in it, lets it wash over him and settle into his bones; they deserve this.
Blaine plays with his hair, presses his thumb into Kurt’s right temple, runs a finger down his nose. Kurt smiles and when he turns to check on the others he notices Sam’s eyes darting back and forth between the two couples—Kurt and Blaine on the couch, Santana and Dani curled up in the chair, making out.
Kurt catches Sam’s next glance over and says, “What?”
Sam blushes. “How come you guys never kiss?”
