FIC: BABY KINKSTERS: ADVENTURES IN BLAINE-SITTING

( "I have a kind of big favor to ask," Kurt said. )

5/?

( Kurt could do all the panicking and second-thinking and guilt-tripping he wanted later. Right now, this was not about him. It was about Blaine, and what Blaine needed, even if Kurt wasn't quite sure what that was. )

FIC: BABY KINKSTERS: EXTRAS #1

"Dude," Artie rolled up in front of Blaine. "I've been meaning to ask - what's with the monochromatism?"

"I'm sorry?"

"The bowties, man," Artie said with an impatient wave of his hand. "You used to be all wild and crazy, colors, patterns - I mean, I'll be honest, sometimes it was hard to look at you, you clashed so badly. And I say that as a person who proudly clashes from time to time. This year, you're just been wearing that black one."

"Right. I...wanted to try a more classic look?"

Behind him, Blaine heard Tina break out into a fit of coughing, and internally winced. Of course SHE would notice something.

"Cool, cool. I dig that," Artie said. Pausing, he gave Blaine a conspiratorial look. "Between you and me - gift from Kurt, right?"

"Uh..."

Artie nodded, leaning back. "Thought so. The leather just didn't seem 'you,' you know? But you're working it." He rolled off.

Blaine ... didn't know what to say.

"He doesn't get it, don't worry," Tina said from behind him. "although..." she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "if you don't want people noticing, you might consider investing in one withOUT a d-ring in the front. just saying."