fic: blessed objectivity (oh oh oh)

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The door to Blaine’s room is cracked open when Kurt reaches it, a tiny sliver of yellow light streaming out into the dimly-lit hall. He takes a deep breath to calm the familiar butterflies swarming his stomach and pushes open the door, stepping in.

And stops.

Stares.

Gasps.

Because there Blaine is, kneeling at the foot of his bed, naked except for a pair of tight (ohmygodsotight ) red boy shorts and thigh-high black stockings with vivid red bows on the band. His arms are pulled behind his back, enhancing his upper chest, and how  can he elicit such a strong reaction without even moving, without saying anything?

sigh. I had to write this because, like the 69, there’s also an astounding lack of Blaine wearing any form of lingerie. and that is just a tragedy. also, this got a little out of hand. oops.

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