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AH! WUT IS DIS?
This is an illustration for my fanfic i have been working on...it involves Kurt getting stuck at Blaine's house because they are snowed in. I will post the full version as soon as i can!

"I stared straight at the small cluster of mistletoe dangling from the ceiling. I felt my lips part in shock that Blaine and myself were directly beneath it.
Blaine noticed my pink cheeks and obvious stare. He followed it, and looked at me…for who knows how long. I blinked in surprise and embarrassment when our eyes locked.
His eyes…I could never fully get over how gorgeous they were. Right now they looked like the golden embers of a fire place. They were warm and comforting, yet roaring with passion. I swallowed as Blaine stepped towards me. My fingers knotted into my old clothes, wrapped in my arms.
“Blaine…” I gasped. He wouldn’t…would he? To be honest, I desperately wanted him to…
“Kurt. We are standing under mistletoe.” His observation was made in such a gravelly voice…it was husky within the moment. His eyes were half lit, I noticed with shock. And he was coming closer.
I could hardly breathe. His hands took my folded clothes away, and I heard them drop to the floor, yet neither of us broke eye contact. I was pretty sure that I was staring at him like an idiot, but there were far too many thoughts whizzing inside my brain. I could smell him, feel his clothes on my bare skin, feel his warm, silky flesh. His peppermint breath…intoxicating. He was squeezing my shoulders gently.
His nose grazed against mine, and I could see his golden eyes shimmer from beneath his long lashes. His hand was touching my fair skin…his palm was so unbelievably warm…and it was cradling my face. I had never been...touched this way. I had never felt breakable. It was perfect.
I felt his breathing on my cheek…it was shaking. I was surprised and somewhat frightened….what if I didn’t deliver? What if I kissed him wrong? Or kissed him too much? What if--?
But then, my world was lost, because Blaine’s mouth was on mine.
My thoughts were on hold, and the world seemed to tilt. The room was spinning. I was floating, but Blaine was keeping hold of me.
His hands cupped my face, and our warm buss between lips became a whole new thing. I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the sensations I felt as Blaine skillfully tilted my head, taking control. His rough fingers tickled my jaw line, but I was distracted when Blaine probed my lips apart. I weakly obeyed, and let out a soft squeak when his tongue brushed against my own. I inhaled his hot breath, felt his lips crush my own with satisfying pressure. I felt my knees buckle, and I wrapped my arms around his neck..."

*I do not own the textures used*

Description
AH! WUT IS DIS?
This is an illustration for my fanfic i have been working on...it involves Kurt getting stuck at Blaine's house because they are snowed in. I will post the full version as soon as i can!

"I stared straight at the small cluster of mistletoe dangling from the ceiling. I felt my lips part in shock that Blaine and myself were directly beneath it.
Blaine noticed my pink cheeks and obvious stare. He followed it, and looked at me…for who knows how long. I blinked in surprise and embarrassment when our eyes locked.
His eyes…I could never fully get over how gorgeous they were. Right now they looked like the golden embers of a fire place. They were warm and comforting, yet roaring with passion. I swallowed as Blaine stepped towards me. My fingers knotted into my old clothes, wrapped in my arms.
“Blaine…” I gasped. He wouldn’t…would he? To be honest, I desperately wanted him to…
“Kurt. We are standing under mistletoe.” His observation was made in such a gravelly voice…it was husky within the moment. His eyes were half lit, I noticed with shock. And he was coming closer.
I could hardly breathe. His hands took my folded clothes away, and I heard them drop to the floor, yet neither of us broke eye contact. I was pretty sure that I was staring at him like an idiot, but there were far too many thoughts whizzing inside my brain. I could smell him, feel his clothes on my bare skin, feel his warm, silky flesh. His peppermint breath…intoxicating. He was squeezing my shoulders gently.
His nose grazed against mine, and I could see his golden eyes shimmer from beneath his long lashes. His hand was touching my fair skin…his palm was so unbelievably warm…and it was cradling my face. I had never been...touched this way. I had never felt breakable. It was perfect.
I felt his breathing on my cheek…it was shaking. I was surprised and somewhat frightened….what if I didn’t deliver? What if I kissed him wrong? Or kissed him too much? What if--?
But then, my world was lost, because Blaine’s mouth was on mine.
My thoughts were on hold, and the world seemed to tilt. The room was spinning. I was floating, but Blaine was keeping hold of me.
His hands cupped my face, and our warm buss between lips became a whole new thing. I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the sensations I felt as Blaine skillfully tilted my head, taking control. His rough fingers tickled my jaw line, but I was distracted when Blaine probed my lips apart. I weakly obeyed, and let out a soft squeak when his tongue brushed against my own. I inhaled his hot breath, felt his lips crush my own with satisfying pressure. I felt my knees buckle, and I wrapped my arms around his neck..."

*I do not own the textures used*