Good Intentions
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Prompt #22: Vodka
A/N - Takes place during s4e13, Diva.
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“Hi.”
“Kuuurt?” a voice answered groggily.
“Are you okay, Blaine?”
“’M sick,” Blaine said sounding sulky. He coughed away from the receiver.
“Aw. I’m sorry, hon- Um, I’m sorry. I can call back tomorrow?” Kurt slapped his palm over his face as he lay back on his bed. That was a close call. Note to self: must stop calling him honey.
“No. No. N-n-n-no. Wanna hear your voice, m’kay? You always make me feel better.”
“Okay.” Kurt smiled to himself. Blaine really was adorable, particularly when he wasn’t trying to be. “Actually, I wanted to talk about the wedding next week.”
“Are you gonna wear a tux? I told Tina she can’t wear a tux.” Kurt frowned at that.
“Why would Tina wear a tux?”
“Because she’s my date, dummy.”
“Oh. I thought maybe we would- You what, never mind.”
“What? What you were gonna say?” Blaine giggled and tried again. “What were you gonna say? Kurt?”
“I- uh. I thought we could go together. As friends. But if you’ve already got something arranged with Tina…” Kurt let the rest of the sentence drift off with a wave of his hand.
“But aren’t you bringing whatshisface?”
“Whatshisface? Oh. Adam? No. No. We’re not that serious.”
“So whatshisface is letting you go to a wedding alone? With your ex- With me? That’s not smart. I know smart. That’s not smart. No way. Uh uh.”
“Have you been drinking? With Tina? I know how you get on vodka,” Kurt said disapprovingly as thoughts of his best friend smooching Rachel ran through his head. Blaine giggled again.
“You’re so silly, Kurt, I love you. Tina gave me some chicken soup with super powers and vapour rub and then we talked about divas and then I sang in leather pants about how I was two hundred degrees and a sex machine and then I took some cold medicine and then I fell asleep and now I’m talking to you!” As he sucked in a big breath and coughed some more, Kurt took a moment to process everything Blaine had just said. Cold medicine - yeah, that’d explain the kookiness.
“Wait - leather pants? Is there video? I. Need. To. See. That. Video.” Blaine laughed and spluttered.
“No video. Everyone was singing. Just have whatshisface wear some leather pants.”
“But I don’t want to see whatshisface in leather pants,” Kurt whined then cringed. “I mean Adam.”
“So you just want to see me in leather?”
“Um…”
“Yes you do!” Blaine squawked triumphantly and laughed. “I’d be happy to let you see me in leather. Heck, you can even take them off me. It’s really hard to do alone,” he said seriously.
“Blaine,” Kurt cautioned.
“Kurt,” Blaine said playfully.
“Blaine,” Kurt warned.
“Mmmm, Kurt.”
“Blaine!” Kurt spluttered out, scandalized.
“Hmm?” Blaine sighed heavily into the phone. “I can’t wait to see you next week. I’ve missed you so much. We should catch up before the wedding. Even if whatshisface is there.”
“I’d like that.” Kurt admitted. He missed Blaine just as much. “And he’s not going to be there.”
“Who?”
“Whatshisface.”
“Huh?”
“Adam. I didn’t invite him. I just…wanted to see you. Is that okay?”
“Mm hm. I’m gonna go back to sleep now, ‘kay? I love you.”
“Okay. I hope you feel better soon, honey.” Blaine hummed in muffled reply as he moved about and clicked off the call. “I love you too,” Kurt said to himself as he pulled the phone away from his ear. Yeah, he was screwed for next week. Or…maybe he’d get screwed next week. Kurt bit his lip and tried to tamp down the butterflies racing in his stomach at the mere thought of it.
Whisper