Kurt Hummel here. I'm twenty years old and I'm a sophomore at the Tisch School of Arts. Photography is what I go to school for, so don't be scared if I ask to use you in a project, I promise I'm not stalking. In my free time I write down stories or walk around the city. I basically live off of coffee and the cool air of New York to stay awake. I live with the wonderfully romantic, Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend and best friend :)
*This is a roleplay blog, I am not Kurt Hummel, nor do I own him. These pictures and songs are not mine.*
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Hey, I moustache you a question! Wait, never mind. I think I’ll shave it for later.
…dork.
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- Blaine: Uh, without you, I wouldn't be in the library bathroom. Locked in a cubicle. But don't worry, you can't see it unless you stare very intensely at the front of my jeans, which I sincerely doubt anyone here will. It's alright, I'm not doing fashion any injustice, I promise.
- Blaine: Anyone with a working right mind would've appreciated it, Kurt- but she had better think twice if she thinks she can get away with staring at my boyfriend half naked.
- Kurt: Hm... Touché.
- Kurt: You just better hope no one is staring at the front of your jeans, I would not be appreciating that much. Rawr
- Kurt: Blaine, your head is still a bit fuzzy from what just went down, no one would have liked to see me coming in there half naked, no one. Oh god, I can see you getting all protective with towards that old lady and I can't stop giggling.
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- Blaine: I'm not washing it off /here/, Kurt, not in the bathroom sink. It's not particularly noticeable and if worse comes to worst, I can take my jacket off and tie it around my waist. Not the best look, but it'll have to do.
- Blaine: You could've come over half naked. I certainly wouldn't have minded.
- Kurt: Tie it around your- Blaine, oh my god. Where would you be without me right now.
- Kurt: Oh, yes. Because the old lady at the desk would have appreciated it. And whoever else happens to be there also. You're so cute, Blaine.
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- Blaine: We have plenty of time to try it out and see for ourselves ;)
- Blaine: ... Uh, it comes off in the wash, doesn't it? Damn it. I wore my black jeans today as well.
- Blaine: I do know how to concentrate on a project! This was just .. an exception. You could have jumped into the car and sped over. And /excuse me/, Mr. Hummel, but I can't say I agree with you- it's not my fault my boyfriend is too attractive for me to resist even if I'm miles away.
- Kurt: Hehe, yes we do (:
- Kurt: Oh god, Blaine. Try to wash it off. I can just picture how embarrassing it would be for someone to see that. Black jeans. Oh my.
- Kurt: But I was in sweats, Blaine. I wasn't leaving the house in sweats, and I didn't want to find jeans. I'm lazy today, love. Plus, you were begging me to take off said sweats while simultaneously trying to get me over at the library.
- Kurt: Oh, pfft. Blainers. Oh hush.
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- Blaine: Yeah, that really would've been handy. Not to mention incredibly hot.
- Blaine: Um. Only a little bit. I didn't have the chance, or space, to take them right off because I'm in a /cubicle/ in our library bathrooms, Kurt Hummel.
- Kurt: I'm sure incredibly hot is an understatement.
- Kurt: As long as it's only a little bit. They won't be ruined too bad.
- Kurt: Um, Mr. Anderson, you were the one who doesn't know to concentrate on a school project. It's your fault you got stuck in a cubicle when you could have waited till you got home.
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- Blaine: ... Jesus Christ.
- Blaine: Love you more, baby.
- Blaine: I'm a terrible mess right now ...
- Kurt: This is where the whole swallowing everything and licking clean would have come in handy.
- Kurt: Oh, Jesus. Fuck. I kinda wish I was there to help clean you up...
- Kurt: Oh my god. Blaine Anderson, you better not have messed up your pants.
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- Blaine: Shit. Think about me touching all your sweet spots baby, like the small of your back because whenever I touch that spot you arch your hips and it's so fucking hot. Or- or your thighs, and your stomach and the place behind your ear. Fuck, I love you so much. Come for me, Kurt.
- Kurt: Oh-Oh, god. Blaine, I'm...I'm...
- Kurt: Blaine, I love you so much.
- Kurt: God...
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- Blaine: /Shit/, Kurt, fuck. Fuck. I'm coming.
- Blaine: Oh my God.
- Blaine: Your turn.
- Kurt: Oh, god, baby. Fuck.
- Kurt: I'm close, Blaine. So-so close, fuck.
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- Blaine: Oh fuck, I'm so close, Kurt.
- Kurt: Mh, Blaine, baby. Are you stroking yourself? Continue. Think of me, pressed close, my hands on you, whispering and breathing hot into your ear. Come for me.
