Just helping to create a list of great plants to have in the home once I move out. These plants help clear the air of pollutants and generally will just make it easier to breathe.
The music, and the dancing, and the people, it’s all so good, but suddenly Kurt just needs to get Blaine alone. ~700 words of Pumpin’ Blood Klaine porn, NC17. Bathroom stall sex!
They dance mostly with other people, or rather with no one in particular, when they get to the club. Occasionally coming into each other’s orbit, a few sharp looks and they both know they’re playing the same game.
They’ve been here before, not often, but Blaine falls in love easily, so of course a couple of trips is all it takes to make it his favourite new place. Bringing everyone else here feels good, opening the experience. Watching Rachel sing and dance and lead everyone after her amazing opening night feels right.
Blaine is taking a break from the floor, sitting with Santana which people all around, and when Kurt sees them he just throws himself on them. The music is pumping and it all feels so good, people touching him, him touching them, feeling the smooth bare skin of Santana’s leg, and the fabric of some guy’s pants. Someone is touching his chest - he has no idea who, and it feels amazing.
I’m glad I’m not the only one fascinated with Kurt’s behavior in a gay bar. More please, Mr. Murphy…
Reblogging this again because I would like to point out that Blaine’s hand does not go straight up his own crotch/torso, as it would if he were just moving it out from under Kurt.
His fingers make an ever-so-slight detour to the side. Right over his dick.