I would give the world to you…
“Why are you taking a picture of our sandwich order?”
“Because Burt doesn’t believe that you’ll actually eat a pastrami reuben, and I need photographic proof,” Blaine says, pocketing his phone. “I’m in to him for $40 already, and I don’t want to hear about it over Thanksgiving dinner.”
Kurt rolls his eyes, grabs their drinks and says, “Fine. But you’re not taking a picture of me stuffing my face.”
“You eat it with a fork, Kurt. It’s perfectly dignified,” Blaine replies, scanning the room for open tables.
They both see it at the same time: A family of four getting ready to leave the When Harry Met Sally table.
In all the years they’ve been coming to Katz’s Deli, they’ve never sat at the table, but not for lack of trying. Once, they’d attempted to wait out a PDA-loving couple, but gave up after five minutes, before their sandwiches got cold. Another time, Kurt ended up in a standoff with a woman hauling too many Dean and DeLuca bags to be anything but a tourist. It ended with Blaine yanking him away before Kurt started raging.
Without a word, they walk steadily toward the table, trying not to draw attention from eager out-of-towners. Just as the busser clears the last plate, they slide into the chairs, setting their tray down on the table triumphantly.
“Oh my god,” Kurt whispers, as if someone might ask them to leave at any moment.
[I don’t even know… first time feels mixed with Come What May…]
“‘Never knew, i could feel like this,” Kurt whispers against Blaine’s skin. He’s tucked into his boyfriend’s side, their hands linked between them, their legs overtop each other.
Blaine smiles against the crown of his head, laying a kiss where Kurt’s temple meets his hairline.
“Like I’ve never seen the sky before,” he hums back.
Tiramisu w/ heart!
Title: So Quite A New Thing
Word Count: 18,800 (WHAT)
Warnings: Do I need to warn for a threesome?
Summary: A fill for this prompt. And then it turned sort of schmoopy. Yes, I think I’ve lost my mind.
Thanks to kurtcountertenor, who prompted this thing that would not get out of my head, to my cheerleader, judearaya, who said YES YES YES when I asked if i should write it, and to my beta, wowbright, who always inspires me to be better (and to write better porn.) I love you all :)
(You can also read on AO3, if you want!)
“Kurt, I’d like a word, please!” Rachel calls through the thin bedroom door as she exits the steamy bathroom they all share, a short silk robe draped over her and tied at the waist.
She goes to brew a pot of coffee, and finds that one’s already hot and waiting for the three of them - Kurt must’ve set the timer the night before, and even though she’s annoyed with both him and Blaine, she can’t help but feel a little grateful.
She perches at their tiny kitchen table with her lucky gold star mug, tucking her knees under her chin and making sure her heels are pressed against her just so, so that there’s no slip of lace panty from underneath the robe. She is a lady, after all.