fanfiction | glee : telephone
title: telephone
genre: fluff
pairing(s): blaine x kurt
word count: 312
rating: g
notes: inspired by tohoshinki's telephone, which i recommend listening to~ ^^ and i don't actually even know what this is... it was for a friend's birthday, aaaages ago and um... sappy fluff really isn't my thing... >_<' anyways, enjoy~
The phone rings once, twice, three times before it’s picked up and a silent beat passes between them before a groggy voice breaks the pause.
“Hello?”
“… Blaine…” A whisper, and Blaine frowns in worry.
“Kurt, are you okay?”
Kurt hesitates. A second too long.
“… Yeah…” He trails off.
“Kurt. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! … Just… I missed you..?”
“Miss you too. How’s school?”
Again. A silent second passes between them.
“… Good.”
And the answer’s too short.
“Kurt. Tell me.”
“I’m fine.” And Blaine hears a slight sniffle.
“Baby, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me, right?”
…
He waits… And waits… And he swears he hears a tear drop fall.
“It’sfineit’sfinei’mfineeverything’sfineyoudon’tneedtoworry’bout’nything’verythin’sperf’ctlyfine.” His words come out in a tumble, and Blaine just listens as Kurt rambles on about how there’s a boy (there’s always a boy involved) and how he’s being beaten by that boy when it comes to assignments and how there’s another boy (and there’s always another boy involved) and how he’s always there and how Rachel might or might not be seeing a boy that isn’t Finn even though they’re not together anymore, and Blaine just listens and listens.
The time ticks by, turning from nearly one in the morning to nearly two, and Blaine just listens and listens and listens.
“Sorry. Did I wake you up?”
Blaine nearly laughs - he’d been woken nearly an hour ago already - but holds back the snort,
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. You okay?”
There’s no hesitation as Kurt replies with a “Yes.”
And Blaine breathes in relief, thanking god that there hadn’t been anything to worry over.
“Just. Miss you. New York’s so different.”
“I’ll come up this weekend, okay?”
“Mmm… I’m sure Rachel won’t mind. She has that boy.”
Their conversation ends with laughter and a promise from Blaine to visit, because voices over the phone just isn’t enough.
genre: fluff
pairing(s): blaine x kurt
word count: 312
rating: g
notes: inspired by tohoshinki's telephone, which i recommend listening to~ ^^ and i don't actually even know what this is... it was for a friend's birthday, aaaages ago and um... sappy fluff really isn't my thing... >_<' anyways, enjoy~
The phone rings once, twice, three times before it’s picked up and a silent beat passes between them before a groggy voice breaks the pause.
“Hello?”
“… Blaine…” A whisper, and Blaine frowns in worry.
“Kurt, are you okay?”
Kurt hesitates. A second too long.
“… Yeah…” He trails off.
“Kurt. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! … Just… I missed you..?”
“Miss you too. How’s school?”
Again. A silent second passes between them.
“… Good.”
And the answer’s too short.
“Kurt. Tell me.”
“I’m fine.” And Blaine hears a slight sniffle.
“Baby, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me, right?”
…
He waits… And waits… And he swears he hears a tear drop fall.
“It’sfineit’sfinei’mfineeverything’sfineyoudon’tneedtoworry’bout’nything’verythin’sperf’ctlyfine.” His words come out in a tumble, and Blaine just listens as Kurt rambles on about how there’s a boy (there’s always a boy involved) and how he’s being beaten by that boy when it comes to assignments and how there’s another boy (and there’s always another boy involved) and how he’s always there and how Rachel might or might not be seeing a boy that isn’t Finn even though they’re not together anymore, and Blaine just listens and listens.
The time ticks by, turning from nearly one in the morning to nearly two, and Blaine just listens and listens and listens.
“Sorry. Did I wake you up?”
Blaine nearly laughs - he’d been woken nearly an hour ago already - but holds back the snort,
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. You okay?”
There’s no hesitation as Kurt replies with a “Yes.”
And Blaine breathes in relief, thanking god that there hadn’t been anything to worry over.
“Just. Miss you. New York’s so different.”
“I’ll come up this weekend, okay?”
“Mmm… I’m sure Rachel won’t mind. She has that boy.”
Their conversation ends with laughter and a promise from Blaine to visit, because voices over the phone just isn’t enough.