Anonymous prompted: “Imagine Kurt and Blaine lying next to each other in bed, staring at the ceiling, embarrassed and slightly alarmed by the wild, intense, filthy sex they just had.” (x)
Kurt’s panting, blinking the spots out of his vision when Blaine slumps down next to him with a groan. They’re both a sweaty, sticky mess, and Kurt stares up at the ceiling, waiting for the feeling to return to his fingers and toes. As it is, his entire lower half is just sort of numb, and he’s pretty sure he should be more worried about that than he is.
"Holy shit," Blaine rasps. "That was…"
"Tell me about it," Kurt mutters. "We did things I don’t have words for, Blaine. I literally did not think my limbs were capable of bending the ways you bent them."
Blaine giggles. Honest-to-god giggles. “God, we’re awesome.”
Well, Kurt’s not going to argue with that.
can someone explain this god damn american government thing i keep hearing about it wtf
the ministry has fallen. scrimgeour is dead. they are coming