Secret Life Of Daydreams (Kurt/Blaine): 1. Head Massage
So, sometimes I get bored some evenings or on journeys and I like to write little inconsequential things. I’m working on my longer stories at the moment but I like little breaks from the confines of their worlds and recently I’ve had a lot of people comment on how they like how I write their quieter/smaller moments (which is a little overwhelming for me. Too kind.) so I decided to start a sporadic little series of “missing secret moments” or as I like to call it… their “secret life of daydreams”. It’s all just a little bit of fun :)
I’ll tag them “fic: slod” and they’ll always be under my writing tag. Feel FREE to send me any prompts of teeny tiny little moments or things you want to see in my ask. Just begin the ask with “Prompt:”.
I hope you enjoy!
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NUMBER ONE: Head massage
Kurt squirmed, neck wiggling and twisting under Blaine’s insistent fingers. Blaine didn’t stop though, his hands practised at this now and no amount of Kurt-like complaining would work.
Not anymore.
“Do you understand how long it takes to get my hair to look like this?” Kurt whined, scratching word after word into the notebook before him on the bed, feet crossed neatly at the ankles as he lay on his stomach. Poetry analysis was thrilling – fascinating even – but the way Kurt’s hair curved ever so slightly against the elegant concave juncture of his neck was too distracting for the genius of complex imagery to take precedent. It was warm there – just above Kurt’s starched collar - and without a doubt the softest part of Kurt’s entire body.
Blaine knew. He’d explored a lot.
