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11 March 2011 @ 17:17
Fanfic - Glee - Blaine/Kurt - Uniform  
Title: Uniform
Rating: PG
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. If it did the Rachel/Blaine bollocks would have never happened.
Summary: Kurt dosen't feel at home in his Dalton uniform, mainly because Blaine looks so damn good in it. Blaine comforts him by showing him one perk to his uniform.
Word Count: 759
Notes/Warnings: Written for comment_fic

Kurt was beginning to tire of his Dalton Academy uniform. True as it was that his blazer was tailored to sheer perfection and that his trousers were probably the nicest pair he had ever owned, Kurt felt that it lacked that general pizzazz he loved to express. Day after day of wearing the same neat tailoring and clean cuts had inevitably worn down his initial excitement of looking like a genuine Warbler. Waking up in the morning and revelling in the bountiful variety of his closet almost seemed like a distant dream to him now. He missed those mornings filled with choice. He missed standing out from the crowd at school, mainly because he thought everyone else looked so damn much better than him in the Dalton uniform. They all overshadowed him. Especially Blaine.

Every time Kurt pictured Blaine in his head there he was; a gleaming poster boy in uniform standing before him and completely impossible to tear his eyes away from. Blaine and his uniform was the shining beacon of hope, and eye candy, that had drawn Kurt to this school. Blaine looked and acted the part perfectly. Kurt, however, felt like he was in costume. One that he couldn’t flourish in for it was too ill suiting, like a clown in a business suit.

He sighed and rested his chin on his arm, which was leaning on the arm of the plush leather couch he was sat on. So absorbed in his wallowing, Kurt didn’t notice Blaine enter the common room.
“Kurt, you ok?” he asked as he perched himself on the arm of the opposite couch.
“Huh?” said Kurt, “Yeah, I’m fine. Was completely miles away.”
“You sure?” asked Blaine.
“Yes, of course!” beamed Kurt, a little too brightly, “How was your lesson?”
“Kurt I know when you’re hiding something,” said Blaine, unwilling to let this lie.
“But I’m not!” protested Kurt, removing his chin from his hand to sit up straight.
“You avoid the subject…”
Blaine’s continuing words made Kurt instinctively spring up from his chair and cross the room to look out of the window.
“Hey, look out the window, I think I see some marigolds blooming.”
“…like that,” finished Blaine. Kurt spun around and eyed Blaine coyly. Blaine returned his gaze earnestly. He could see that this was eating Kurt up.
“Come here,” Blaine asked, his fingers gesturing in motion with his words.
“Why?” said Kurt, bracing himself against the windowsill, unwilling to move away just yet. Blaine laughed lightly.
“Just come here,” he asked again.

Kurt eyed him suspiciously before finally taking a step forward. He slowly crossed the space between himself and Blaine; unsure of what Blaine was going to ask of him next. When he arrived at the couch arm that Blaine was sat on, the other boy carefully took both of Kurt’s hands in his own and looked into Kurt’s eyes. Kurt felt his heart flutter a little.
“What’s the matter?” Kurt hesitated for a moment, slightly unable to form words, slightly unwilling to tell Blaine what was worrying him so deeply. He couldn’t resist those eyes though, full of genuine concern that he hadn’t the heart to deny. After a deep breath to compose himself, Kurt finally spoke.
“It’s these uniforms,” he began, “they’re…”
“Not stylish enough for you?”
“Too old school?”
“Dull in colour?”
“Can I talk, please!” yelled Kurt.
“Yeah, sorry,” apologised Blaine.
“They’re fine fashion-wise. Absolutely impeccable. It’s just…well they’re not really me are they? On you they look divine! But on me they look like an old washerwoman dressing up in a princess’ gown.”
“Oh I don’t think so,” said Blaine.
“Trust me, they do,” persisted Kurt.
“But I think you look great in it! Might even say, fine,” grinned Blaine, a clear twinkle in his eye.
“Well then we clearly need to get you to the nearest eye-doctor because there is no way in…” Kurt’s words were cut off by a firm yank of his tie, followed by the firm press of Blaine’s lips against his. Kurt was startled for a moment. Why do guys always pull me into kisses so aggressively? It’s so impolite, he thought. He soon pressed such thoughts away though as he realised that he was quite enjoying the kiss and started to kiss Blaine back softly.

A few moments later, they broke away and rested their foreheads together in contented silence. Blaine then eventually spoke.
“Well at least you’ll agree that the tie is good for reeling you in with.” Kurt couldn’t help but smile.
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Katrinagameboycolor on 11th March 2011 17:44 (UTC)
I think pulling someone in by their tie is like, the hottest thing ever. Guh.

This was just darling.
__♥..Jemz-y Baby..♥__: Master Happyjemzamia on 11th March 2011 17:56 (UTC)
Hehe I think so too *hi five*

Awww thank you, dear! :D
moonlesskymoonlessky on 11th March 2011 17:58 (UTC)
Ohh, sweet and sexy. LOL only Kurt would be so worrisome over wardrobe, bless him.
__♥..Jemz-y Baby..♥__: Russell Picked Upjemzamia on 11th March 2011 18:03 (UTC)
Hehe thanks for reading! :D
katkatla_frej on 11th March 2011 19:53 (UTC)
thank you so much this was a perfect fill :D
__♥..Jemz-y Baby..♥__: River & Amyjemzamia on 11th March 2011 20:06 (UTC)
Yay! So glad you liked it! :D
elles_lovely89elles_lovely89 on 11th March 2011 23:59 (UTC)
Aw this was cute! I love tie pulling haha.
Good job :D
__♥..Jemz-y Baby..♥__jemzamia on 12th March 2011 13:14 (UTC)
Hehe thank you! :D