Why thank you.
You are incredibly welcome, M’dear.
Santana was more than excited when Kurt came up with the idea for them to meet for lunch. Since she and Dani’s previous argument, Santana hadn’t had a chance to see Kurt as much as she was used to and if she was being honest, she missed her best friend more than anything. She looked down at her watch, notching she had 30 minutes left before she got to leave for her lunch break. She was curious as to what Kurt brought, since she mentioned wanting cookies, she was hoping that Kurt definitely delivered. After taking care of a few customers and hanging some clothes back on the racks, the 30 minutes quickly flew by. Santana notified the manager that she was headed to lunch then walked down the stairs to where she and Kurt had chosen to meet up. A smile spread across Santana’s face as she caught a glimpse of her best friend. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite gay.” she chuckled softly, before leaning in to give him a tight hug. “You seriously have no idea how happy I am to see you.” she murmured in his embrace.
Kurt tapped his foot to the overplayed Top 40s music, playing from the store’s speakers, keeping an eye on the time, and his hand curled around the strap of his food caddy. As silly as it seemed, he was nervous about seeing Santana again, one on one. They hadn’t hung out unless it had been in a group, and even then (mostly due to Kurt’s awkwardness), it felt different. He blamed himself because he foolishly felt like he needed to create boundaries. None of those concerns resonated with him when his favorite snarky Latina graced him with a smile. “And if it isn’t the devil herself.” Kurt chuckled back, embracing Santana without a single hint of hesitation. In fact, he held her for longer than necessary, closing his eyes. “I missed you…” He murmured in response, giving her another big squeeze before reluctantly letting go. Kurt kissed Santana’s cheek, then smiled in relief. “I hope you’re hungry. I made a lot of food… Including your cookies.”
Isn’t magenta some weird pink color…? But no, nothing like that. It’s black.
It falls somewhere in the pink/purple spectrum, yes. But thank god. Black I can picture… I still want to see your natural brunette, though.
I’ll have you know it’s not fake blonde anymore. Dani and I dyed it before my meeting. And of course! I’m always practicing my poses.
Oh god… Don’t tell me it’s magenta or something ridiculous.
It’s for a shampoo ad. They liked my new look and think it’ll look good on a billboard with me holding a bottle of… whatever kind of shampoo they’ll be selling. I forgot that part.
You have always had amazing hair (despite the fake blonde). Have you been practicing your pose?
Thank, Kurt! It is pretty exciting. ‘Cedes and I went together to finalize some contract, so it’s official.
You’re welcome, Sam! I’m so happy for you! What’s the job??
Blaine moaned loudly. He was shaking from pleasure, and he knew his body was almost to its limit, but the was pushing forward. He wanted more, and he needed more. Blaine kissed Kurt back deeply, panting against his lips. He growled softly and smiled, nodding. “Kurt…” Blaine moaned softly, licking over his lips kissing his fiancé again. “Baby… We should get cleaned up…” He whispered, a smirk on his lips as his hand went around to rub Kurt’s ass gently.
Kurt grunted, backing his ass up against Blaine’s touch. “Mmm… Yes, we should. Because you owe me…” He yawned sleepily, kissing his fiance’s lips once more. Rolling off Blaine, Kurt stood from the bed and bent back to stretch, his stomach muscles rippling as he did so. “C’mere, lover boy.” He chimed, tossing a sultry, pouty look over his shoulder a Blaine, before he sashayed his way into the bathroom. Kurt bent to turn on the water, before he disappeared behind the curtain, humming to himself.