Fic: Life Is Not A Hitchcock Thriller
Media: Fic
Title: Life Is Not A Hitchcock Thriller
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if any): none
Warnings (if any): none
Word Count: 303
Summary: Blaine's recklessness is going to get them killed, Kurt just knows it.
"Blaine," Kurt hissed, tugging insistently on his sleeve. "What are you doing? Have you never seen a horror movie? Because this is pretty basic. If you hear a creepy noise in the woods, you don't go towards it."
But Blaine just laughed and shook him off, continuing to push through the brush. "You're being ridiculous. It's probably just a rabbit."
"That's how it always starts," Kurt persisted, shaking his head as he (very reluctantly, he would like to point out) followed Blaine. "'Oh, it's probably just the cat. Oh, it's probably just the mailman dropping off that stuff I ordered off ebay. Oh, Dad probably just forgot his keys again.' And you know how it ends? Do you?"
Blaine paused in his trek long enough to make a sweeping gesture, eyebrows lifted in a silent request that Kurt enlighten him.
Kurt was only too happy to oblige.
"Death, Blaine. It always ends in - ahh!!” Kurt broke off with an ear piercing shirek as more rustling sounds shook the underbrush. He flailed and threw his arms around Blaine in a crushingly tight, terrified embrace, doing his absolute best to jump into the shorter boy’s arms. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. This was it. They were going to die. They were going to die out in the wilderness and no one would find their bodies for days and he would never get to have sex with Blaine ever. Because it was kind of hard to lose your virginity when you were dead.
But death did not come. Instead, quiet chuckles shook his boyfriend’s frame and after a few moments he nudged Kurt’s side, waiting for him to open his eyes. “See? I told you it was a bunny.”
Title: Life Is Not A Hitchcock Thriller
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if any): none
Warnings (if any): none
Word Count: 303
Summary: Blaine's recklessness is going to get them killed, Kurt just knows it.
"Blaine," Kurt hissed, tugging insistently on his sleeve. "What are you doing? Have you never seen a horror movie? Because this is pretty basic. If you hear a creepy noise in the woods, you don't go towards it."
But Blaine just laughed and shook him off, continuing to push through the brush. "You're being ridiculous. It's probably just a rabbit."
"That's how it always starts," Kurt persisted, shaking his head as he (very reluctantly, he would like to point out) followed Blaine. "'Oh, it's probably just the cat. Oh, it's probably just the mailman dropping off that stuff I ordered off ebay. Oh, Dad probably just forgot his keys again.' And you know how it ends? Do you?"
Blaine paused in his trek long enough to make a sweeping gesture, eyebrows lifted in a silent request that Kurt enlighten him.
Kurt was only too happy to oblige.
"Death, Blaine. It always ends in - ahh!!” Kurt broke off with an ear piercing shirek as more rustling sounds shook the underbrush. He flailed and threw his arms around Blaine in a crushingly tight, terrified embrace, doing his absolute best to jump into the shorter boy’s arms. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. This was it. They were going to die. They were going to die out in the wilderness and no one would find their bodies for days and he would never get to have sex with Blaine ever. Because it was kind of hard to lose your virginity when you were dead.
But death did not come. Instead, quiet chuckles shook his boyfriend’s frame and after a few moments he nudged Kurt’s side, waiting for him to open his eyes. “See? I told you it was a bunny.”