So I was gonna draw Mechanic!Kurt
and then Yurble suggested I draw Blaine taking him over the hood of a black ‘67 Impala.
Kurt looks up just in time to see Blaine lunging at him, hands gripping the side of his face as Blaine presses their lips together in a forceful kiss. He inhales sharply through his nose, letting Blaine guide him backwards until his legs hit the back of the Impala in for new brakes.
Blaine releases Kurt’s lips, his hands gripping the back of Kurt’s thighs while he lifts him onto the hood of the car, pushing him up until Kurt can feel his head against the windshield.
Kurt fists the front of Blaine shirt when their mouths find each other again, trying to bring him tighter against his body. Blaine nudges Kurt’s thighs apart with his knee, straddling his leg while his hand wraps around Kurt’s waist.
“Blaine, there’s grease on my overalls,” Kurt mumbles against Blaine’s lips, his eyes flickering open.
Blaine mumbles something that Kurt can’t distinguish, and then Blaine’s tongue is sliding into his mouth, his fingers digging into Kurt’s back.
Kurt can’t bring himself to care about the state of Blaine’s clothes anymore.
Holy mother of drabbles, batman.