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Fic: The Penis Mightier
Anon prompted: Brooch prick.
Author’s Note: Okay, so. Anon, when I first read your prompt, I started thinking of sweet early relationship fic, with one of them tending to the other after an unfortunate incident with Kurt’s hippo-head brooch. No doubt this is what you thought you’d be getting, and I could still write that if you want. But then I started thinking about the slang definition of the word “prick,” and, well. This happened. Warning for crack. Thanks to Lindsey for the quick beta!
Rating: PG-13 for lots of talk about, well, pricks.
Word Count: 2,019
Kurt finished checking himself over in the mirror one last time, swung his satchel over his shoulder, and strode confidently for the doorway of his bedroom, where he practically collided with Blaine. “Oh!” he exclaimed in surprise.
Blaine reeled away for a moment, startled, before leaning back into his momentum to press a minty kiss firmly on Kurt’s mouth. “Good morning,” he said, all glittering eyes and happy smile close to Kurt’s face.
“Good morning,” Kurt replied, returning the kiss with one of his own before disengaging a bit. “I thought I heard a car door slam.”
“Carole told me to come up,” Blaine explained, his eyes drifting down to Kurt’s chest. A faint crease appeared on his brow.
“You know I love your clothes –”
“For your sake, I hope that’s the end of that thought,” Kurt interjected, arching an eyebrow.
Blaine nodded and took a slow breath. “Is that a new brooch?” he tried instead.