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2011-05-21 07:01 am (UTC)
HOLY SHIT. I HAVE NO WORDS. PLEASE ACCEPT MY REACTION IN GIF FORM.
“Excited about something, Blaine?” Kurt cocks his head, taking his time gathering his books, gym bag, phone, water bottle, and Blaine is so impatient he is doing kick spins in the gravel and might have a full on tantrum any moment. “You need, uh, a juice box or something there? Buddy?” Kurt grins at him, squinting in the sun, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Ok fine. I will show you. But babe, this is some serious, like, tantric yoga cult, secret shadow society shit. Once you see this...I kind of have to either marry you or kill you.”
“Yep that’s fine, mmmm, yeah we’ll go to...Iowa...wherever...or Sting can come kill me, it’s totally worth it...” Blaine babbles, losing his words and trailing off as he pulls Kurt’s semi-hard dick into his mouth.
DYING FROM THE HOTNESS AND THE HILARIOUS BANTER. FAVORITING FOREVER.
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