Klaine Advent Day 4: Dirt
I have no idea you guys. My brain isn’t working. This is what came from the shattered vestiges of former thought process.
It’s the only thing Blaine says when Kurt slides the loft door open.
“Why did you knock?”
Blaine gives him a baleful look. “Ow.” He says it like it’s self evident.
“Okay.” Kurt looks him over, searching for an obvious ailment and trying to judge how dramatic he’s being. “Did you hurt yourself?”
Blaine shuffles into the loft, then over toward the sofa, then thumps onto it.
“I’ll….take that as a yes.” Kurt leans over and puts a comforting hand on Blaine’s shoulder. Hurt isn’t good but it’s something he can help take care of. “What can I do?”
Blaine pulls the pillow he’d been covering his face with away. “Get me clean pants.”
“Clean pants?” Kurt shakes his head.
“A homeless man sneezed on me on the subway. On them.” He gestures toward a stain on his knee.
Kurt recoils, “Oh god, take them off, you’re on the couch, oh my god.”
He leaves Blaine kicking his pants off and dashes to get another pair. Once he’s changed, with the offending pants kicked as far away as Blaine could manage, Kurt sits with him and gives him a kiss. Blaine nuzzles in and sighs dramatically.
“Blaine?” Kurt asks finally, curiosity getting the better of him. “Why ow?”
“I’ve never been sneezed on.” Blaine pulls away to explain. “I feel like a small part of my soul has died.”
Kurt just looks at him.
“And when your soul dies Kurt,” Blaine looks at him seriously, “It hurts.”
“I can’t decide if what you just said means you’ll be a good parent because you know, that was cute, or if it means you should never try it because I hear they sneeze on you.”
“Kurt you wound me,” Blaine puts a hand to his chest, “I’ll be a great parent, I love kids, how can you say-”
“Honey,” Kurt interrupts, sensing that Blaine is gathering steam and working himself up, patting his hand. “Just go with ow.”
omg, blaine’s little face all screwed into deep thought makes me giggle.
Fic: Bodies and Dreaming (PG-13)
Summary: Mourning is different with every person you lose.
Notes: My belated reaction fic to “The Quarterback” 5.03, inspired by today’s Klaine Advent prompt, “dirt.” Thanks nachochang for betaing and helping me turn it into a story. Kurt POV, ~950 words, PG-13 for discussion of death and mourning.
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Bodies and Dreaming
The night Kurt flies back to Lima, he asks if he can see Finn’s body before the funeral. He never saw his mother after she died, and sometimes he still has dreams of walking into the kitchen to find her heating milk on the stove.
“But I thought you were dead,” he’ll say.
“I haven’t been gone that long,” she’ll say, turning to him with a perplexed smile. “I was just taking a break.” And they’ll sit on the couch and he’ll lean against her soft body and they’ll talk about silly things and deep things until his heart feels lighter than it has in years.
Oh, boy this one hurts but it is SO BEAUTIFUL! Please everyone go read it!
Klaine Advent, Day 4: Dirt (PG)
A/N: This takes place at the party in BIOTA (2.14). Thanks again to wowbright, for being AMAZING.
“So Warbler, what’s the dirt on you and Hummel?” Santana began, penciled eyebrows narrowing.
Blaine thought she was more interested in smoothing her dress than hearing his answer, but he shrugged anyway. “There’s no dirt.”
Her eyebrow arched. Being a connoisseur of fine eyebrows, Blaine found himself mesmerized whenever he saw them.
“Right, and I’m Mary fucking Poppins.”
Blaine swallowed and searched for exit options. Maybe he could talk to Finn and Rachel. But they looked…well, not approachable. He realized that Santana and her eyebrows could not be ignored.
“Didn’t I see you ogling his pants earlier?”
Blaine shook his head. “No, one of the safety pins snagged on his coat and there was some fluff-“
“Sure you weren’t thinking of popping those pins off with your teeth?”
“What? No! Really, we’re squeaky clean.” He pulled his cardigan closer and clutched his drink coupons tightly.
“Then why do I get the impression that Hummel is undressing you with his eyes?”
Blaine dropped the coupons and followed her gaze, where it did appear that Kurt was giving him a look.
Although whether that look was more judgmental for talking to Santana than…than… He couldn’t even say it, but it was definitely, definitely not that kind of look. He turned back to Santana, who had crossed her arms and smirked.
“You know, word on the street says he’s tighter than a sailor knot–“
“Santana!” Kurt hissed, and Blaine started when he felt Kurt come up next to them, and link his arm in Blaine’s. “That will be all.”
As they spun around, Blaine only had one thought.
I really need another drink.
accidentally hurting an animal is the worst feeling i would rather die one thousand deaths than step on a doggy’s innocent lil foot