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gingerberrysnap preguntó:

Based off your tongue ring/tattoo fic: times Blaine tries and fails to lie to Burt about things relating to Kurt. :D

musingsonaredradish:

It didn’t take long for Burt to realize that Blaine was the weak link. 

Neither of the boys were great fibbers, but Kurt excelled at diversions. He could talk around a question for hours, getting angry about something else until you were on the defensive and storming off in a huff before you even realized he hadn’t answered your question in the first place.

Blaine, on the other hand, carried with him a strong moral compass that made it nearly impossible for him to avoid answering a direct question when asked. Coupled with Blaine’s intense determination to stay on Burt’s good side (Burt didn’t know Blaine’s dad but he knew he was rather lacking in the warmth department, and he often wondered if that had anything to do with it), that compass made Blaine Anderson just about the worst liar Burt Hummel had ever seen.

Burt tried not to take advantage of that fact, but well—sometimes he just couldn’t help it. Like the first time Kurt asked to go to a sleepover at Mercedes’ house after he and Blaine had become official (Burt wouldn’t call it ‘started dating’ because those boys had been dating as long as they’d known each other). Blaine was over at the house for Friday dinner, and he and Burt were watching Sportscenter while Kurt finished up cooking. 

"So what are you up to tomorrow night?" Burt asked during a commercial. Blaine froze, his cheeks turning pink.

"I, uh—" Blaine started, before rubbing his hand along the back of his neck. "Why do you ask?"

"Kurt’s hanging out with the girls tomorrow night, right?" Burt asked, frowning as Blaine’s mouth began working like a fish. "Blaine?"

"Yes?" Blaine asked, and Burt wasn’t sure which question it was meant to be a response to.

"Is Kurt hanging out with the girls tomorrow night?" Burt asked, and Blaine’s eyes turned big and sad. 

"I think he said he was doing that," Blaine replied. "Right?"

"Kurt’s not having a sleepover with the girls, is he," Burt said, suddenly putting it all together. "He’s having a sleepover with you."

Blaine’s face crumpled. “Yes.”

Burt sighed, wishing he had a beer. “Ah, come on, don’t look like that.”

"I’m sorry," Blaine said. "We didn’t mean to lie—"

"Of course you did," Burt said, shaking his head. "You’re just no damn good at it."

musexmoirai preguntó:

Prompt because your 05x16 reaction fic made me sad: A date night set sometime after 05x16 where Kurt (inadvertently?) reveals he knows he's not Blaine's "type" and Blaine thoroughly debunks that notion. (You don't have to write this if you don't want to.)

musingsonaredradish:

Things get back to normal but not quite after their talk in the loft. Kurt waits for Blaine at the diner for a walk to class; Blaine comes over to the loft after like usual. Blaine’s diet is changing though he still has the occasional cronut (“I can’t stop going in, Kurt, they miss me!”) and Kurt tries to bend his own diet rules a little more often (“Everything in moderation,” he says before tucking into a gyro from a street vendor with gusto). They add walks around the park to their weekly date activities and Blaine starts joining in on the morning pushups. 

All in all things are well. At least on the surface. 

There’s still a part of Blaine that worries when Kurt gets noticed by an attractive guy, still a part that feels like he hasn’t caught up yet. And there’s still a big part of Kurt that knows that Blaine is compromising by being with him instead of someone more physically his type. 

But Kurt keeps it in, for as long as he can, until they’re leaving a showing of Captain America 2 and Blaine can’t stop talking about Chris Evans’ arms. And his chest. And his waist. And Kurt grows steadily quieter.

"Kurt?" Blaine says, when Kurt stops responding to his comments. "You okay?"

"Of course," Kurt says, tilting his head coyly to his chin to emphasize just how okay he is. Blaine stops walking. "What?"

"Ok, you only do that move when you’re upset about something," Blaine says, reaching to pull Kurt closer to him. "What’s wrong, did you not like the movie?"

"No, I liked the movie," Kurt says, because he did. Blaine furrows his brow. 

"Do you not think Chris Evans is attractive?" Blaine asks. "Because with your thing for Taylor Lautner I just figured—"

"No, no, he’s fine," Kurt says, shrugging his shoulder. His fingers dig tighter into Blaine’s hands. "It’s nothing. Let’s go get some sorbet and walk it off."

"Kurt," Blaine says. "Don’t shut me out."

Kurt exhales loudly. “It just hits me sometimes. How I’m not your type.”

"What?" Blaine says, his voice loud. "What are you talking about? Kurt, you are so my type. You’re the love of my life, you don’t get any more my type than that."

"I mean physically," Kurt says. "I don’t look like that."

"Like what?" Blaine says. "Like Chris Evans?"

"Or like frat boi physicals," Kurt says rolling his eyes. Blaine bits his lip, looks sad for a brief second.

"Is that what this is about?" Blaine says. "Because we never really talked about that."

"It doesn’t matter," Kurt says, trying to shut the conversation down. "I know you love me, that’s all that matters."

"I love you," Blaine says intently. "But I also think you’re hot, Kurt."

"Don’t," Kurt says, bristling. He tries to pull his hand away but Blaine won’t let him. 

"I think you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen," Blaine says, holding even tighter. "Just because I appreciate body parts on another guy doesn’t change that."

"I’m not built though," Kurt says. "And I see those guys you look at—"

"Okay, let’s clear this up," Blaine says, chuckling. "I’m not into those because I want to grope douchebag frat boys. I’m into those because I want to be the douchebag frat boys being groped. Preferably by a tall, lean, handsome doctor with perfect hair and manicured hands and fantastic fashion sense."

"Oh," Kurt says, feeling lightheaded.

"And I know you love it when I talk fratty," Blaine says, leaning in for a slow, lingering kiss. 

"Oh," Kurt exhaled. 

"What say you we skip the sorbet and the walk and just head back to my place?" Blaine replies, his eyes gleaming with intent.

Kurt can’t agree fast enough.

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