There was mention of fallenangel!Kurt the other day, and it reminded me I’ve had this sketch to colour for almost a month now. So, ta-da!
(and I seriously suggest clicking high-res for this pic)
They had no idea what to do with him.
He certainly looked like an angel, perfect cherubic features with porcelain skin to match, the most stunning, innocent, serious eyes and those wings…
But angels weren’t supposed to be shot down. They weren’t supposed to found, half-dead in the forest, coughing up blood onto the grass and struggling to pull arrows out of their wings.
So they’d healed him, as best they could, and confined him. Not a cell, as such, but they were certainly not letting him out of their sight until the officials got there. Guards were posted outside the doors every minute of the day, and they made sure the window was far too small for him to escape out of.
They treated him as they would an honored guest, but it was more out of fear than anything else. He spoke to no one, not even the priest, and could sit for hours, still and unmoving, head bowed. They said he was praying.
The first time Blaine met the angel was when they put him up for food duty. It was a job nobody wanted - guarding the angel was bad enough, but to be in the same room with him? To be watched by those eyes as they set down a meal that would leave untouched anyway? But Blaine was new, and if he wanted to keep his position, he’d have to do as the others told him.
So that’s how he found himself unlocking the door to the angel’s room, balancing the tray on his other arm. Praying seemed redundant in this situation. He backed into the room, shutting the door behind him, and turned around.
His jaw dropped.
The angel was sitting in the middle of the room, cross-legged and head bowed, as usual, but this time his wings were spread behind him, soaking up the sun that was shining through the tiny window, high above their heads. His eyes were closed, and for the first time, it looked like he was beginning to smile.
Blaine had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.
omg Mercedes wrote me a thing and it is wonderful <3
I’m throwing rocks at your window | You’re tying the bed sheets together | They say that we’re dreaming too big | I say this town’s too small
Let’s open our eyes to the brand new day
Did this fairly quick within the last thirty-six hours so I could start off the year with some art. Wishing you all a very, very Happy New Year! (Even if you haven’t quite reached it yet, timezones permitting.)
Kurt opened his eyes, blinking against the ray of sun that was slowly creeping its way further on the bed. He sighed softly, looking over at the pair of light hazel eyes that he was sure he had memorized by now.
“Happy New Year,” said Kurt with a smile.
“Mmm, Happy New Year,” echoed Blaine, shifting closer toward Kurt. He leaned forward, bringing his hand to Kurt’s cheek and kissing him deeply, regardless of any morning breath.
“Well,” said Kurt, bringing his arms around Blaine. “2012 is off to a great start.”
Oh, the weather outside is frightful / But the fire is so delightful
This is dedicated to all the brilliant people I’ve met on Tumblr this year, who have kindly put up with me falling in love with every single one of you, and to all of my followers - whether you were with me in the early days in January, or when I started churning out doodles, or if you only just found me this morning, it means so much to me.
And just to all of you on Tumblr, with all my heart, I wish you fantastic, very happy holidays and fabulously magical new years. ♥
SOBS
“Kurt, I have a present for you.”
Kurt looked up setting the copy of “The Night Before Christmas”, which they had been taking turns reading passages aloud from, aside and raised an eyebrow. “You gave me my present,” he said, looking down at the homemade promise ring and thinking back to the delicate silk tie in his closet. “And I love it.”
“I have another present,” said Blaine, the firelight throwing wild shadows on his face.
“You’re going to spoil me,” scoffed Kurt.
“That could never happen,” said Blaine seriously. He smiled. “Close your eyes.” Kurt eyed him suspiciously. “Close.”
“Fine,” sighed Kurt, closing his eyes. He heard the gentle ruffling of the blanket that covered their laps, then the warmth of Blaine’s body coming closer.
“Open your eyes,” he said, Blaine’s breath tickling his face.
Kurt opened his eyes to see Blaine, smiling at him with a bundle of mistletoe held just above their heads. “Oh,” said Kurt, eyes widening.
“Merry Christmas,” said Blaine softly, leaning into Kurt and capturing his lips. Kurt smiled into the kiss, bringing his hand up to cup Blaine’s cheek as Blaine pulled him closer to his chest.
Basically, Rose is wonderful.
Forever is a long, long time
But I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side
For the lovely Brianna.
“Do you ever think about the future?” asks Blaine, head resting on Kurt’s chest. It’s a little out of the blue, but ever since they talked about their plans for New York, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
Kurt shifts slightly so he’s looking into Blaine’s eyes. “Sometimes,” he answers quietly. “Why?”
“I wonder what living with you will be like,” Blaine breathes. “Having movie nights like this and waking up beside you in the morning.”
“Me too,” replies Kurt, voice cracking. “When you join me in New York, we will have that. It’s going to be everything we dreamed of.”
Blaine’s hand drops down the side of the couch, his fingers intertwining with Kurt’s as his eyes flicker shut. “I can’t wait.”
Eep more lovely people writing lovely things on my doodles. <3
Even if the sun stops waking up over the fields | I will not leave, I will not leave til it’s our time | So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side
Kurt woke up slowly. He sighed, coming back to consciousness in small waves. He became aware of the sun, just a little visible beneath his eyelids, then he realized he was warm - but strangely without a shirt.
Then, the night before came back to him in amazing clarity - he and Blaine had slept together last night.
Sure enough, when Kurt opened his eyes, he saw Blaine, also shirtless -
And staring at him with a serene smile on his face.
“Oh,” said Kurt.
“Sorry - did I startle you?”
“Just a bit,” he admitted. A flicker of fear came across Blaine’s face. “No - it’s not - I’m not like, regretting it. Never.” Blaine looked relieved at Kurt’s words and so was Kurt - he didn’t regret last night at all. In fact…he found it funny how much he loved it.
“I love you,” said Blaine, echoing his thoughts.
Kurt smiled at him and, in a bold move considering they were completely naked, scooted closer to him, bringing his hand up to rest on Blaine’s chest. Blaine automatically moved his hand up to put on Kurt’s. The other one reached down and was a comforting weight on Kurt’s lower waist.
Kurt’s face grew hot, thinking about how much he liked having Blaine’s hand there.
“I was wondering…” began Kurt timidly. “If we could…um…do more of what we did last night? You know….now?”
It looked like Blaine was blushing too. “Yes, I would love to do anything with you, Kurt.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s lips, then parting and brushing their noses together. Kurt could tell that was something Blaine liked to do a lot.
Kurt’s minds raced with possibilities. He realized that yes, he wanted to do everything with Blaine one day.
Rose, how do you wonderful.
(Source: dreamingpartone)
#2: Nose Kisses
Kurt closed his locker, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. “I’m so glad that today is over,” he sighed, looking at Blaine, casually leaning against the row of lockers.
“You seem tense,” Blaine commented.
Kurt sighed and heaved his back on his shoulder. “I guess. I just…it’s been a crazy week.”
“I’m sure it will get better,” said Blaine positively. Kurt shrugged. Blaine smiled comfortingly at Kurt, stepping away from the locker and closer to Kurt. Kurt looked around the hallway on instinct - but there was no one around. “I promise things will get better,” said Blaine. He put his hands on Kurt’s arms and reached up (Kurt was sure on his toes) and kissed his nose once.
Kurt smiled, a blush on his face. “You’re…something else, Blaine Anderson.”
“Thank you,” he said, reaching for Kurt’s hand so they could walk to his car.
#3: Neck Kisses
Wanted to do something different to the usual~ neck kisses. Also this was very close to turning into a rainbow bubble bath.
Kurt brought his hands around Blaine’s chest, pulling him closer to him as he settled into the pleasantly warm water.
“Mmm, bath time is my favorite,” Blaine all but moaned. “Bubbles,” he commented sleepily, reaching up to cup some of the soap bubbles in his hand.
“You’re a child,” chuckled Kurt, rubbing his hands over Blaine’s mostly dry chest. When Blaine had come home a few minutes ago, almost dead on his feet, Kurt knew that something like this was called for. He leaned forward and kissed the base of his neck.
“Love you,” responded Blaine.
“Love you,” Kurt spoke into Blaine’s skin as he kissed up Blaine’s spin, settling his chin on Blaine’s shoulder, his back flush against Kurt’s chest.
Heeee. Rose, I love youuu.
#1: Shoulder Kisses
I tentatively started a kiss meme. I think I have a list of like 10. Don’t be surprised if I never finish.
Also this started off as a sketch and then my brain was like ooh, colour, what the hell! and went a little mad, but I figured I should share it anyway.
Kurt’s skin felt like it was on fire as Blaine pressed his lips to his shoulder, the fine bit of scruff on his chin scratching pleasantly against it. He let out a breath he hadn’t know he had been holding in, leaning into Blaine’s soft touch on his waist. He closed his eyes and hummed at the new sensation.
#hi so I’ll do a drabble for every kissing meme you doooooo
omg Rose, seriously? I love youuuu fgaskfgjkas
Forever is a long, long time
But I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side
For the lovely Brianna.
Burt quietly walked down the stairs, hoping not to alert Kurt of his presence. He was sneaking down to the kitchen to get another (small) piece of pie, after all.
The light of the fridge lit up the kitchen as Burt scanned the shelves for a bottle of milk. As Burt stood up straighter again, something caught his eye in the living room.
The television was on, quietly replaying the tune to the Sound of Music (over and over again, so it must have been the DVD menu). In the dim light of the TV and the small side table lamp, Burt saw that Kurt and Blaine were passed out cold on the couch.
A small flash of anger burst through Burt. It was past ten and even though it was summer, Blaine should have been home by now. A protective feeling tugged at him, as well. As Burt walked closer, he saw that Blaine was sprawled across Kurt, his head resting on his chest. He thought he had told Kurt about being inappropriate….
When he was finally standing over the two on the couch, however, all that faded away.
Kurt and Blaine’s hands were laced together, dangling over the side of the couch. Burt looked up at Kurt’s face - it was utterly relaxed, pressed halfway into Blaine’s hair (thankfully the kid didn’t have his gel in today).
Burt couldn’t really remember a time when Kurt looked this relaxed and happy.
Burt sighed, scratching his head. He reached down and flipped off the TV with the remote. He grabbed the throw blanket on the back of the couch and gently placed it over the two boys. With one last look at his son and his boyfriend, Burt flipped off the lamp and went up stairs to call Blaine’s family so they wouldn’t worry.
Oh my god, Rose fasgfhgsafjkas <3
