Drabble-Off Character/Pairing Final Round Prompt Two
Prompt 2: Klaine
Entry One: Rating: Pg13 Warnings/Spoilers: au of season 2 up through NBK
Kurt walked into Scandals determined, tucking away the fake ID a rather impressed Puck had gotten for him. Even if he had to endure a couple of crude comments; that was sort of the point of all this after all. He didn't want to be the sweet but snarky easy target for their jokes and jeers any longer. Junior year, there was going to be a new, well update version of Kurt; still out, still proud, but this year he refused to be beaten down or pushed aside. If he saw something he wanted or had something to say he would speak up nd get it. And what better way to practice for the three or so months before school started up again then at Scandals. His eyes skimmed over a number of other bar patron's before they landed on a boy sitting at bar his attention clearly far from his companion's.
"Excuse me," Kurt approached the raven haired boy who hac clearly also arrived on fake ID , "I was wondering if I could rescue you."
~xxxxxxxxxxxxxxsix~months~laterxxxxxxx~
Blaine looked in the mirror checking to make sure everything was in place before he paused, his hands lingering over his protruding midsection. Six months, give or take, since he'd allowed Sebastian to drag him to Scandals and he gave into that beautiful stranger. Six months and he'd never saw him again; no name, no number, just two rounds of fumbled bliss that left him with a lifetimes worth of remembrance.
He phone squawked and incoming message, 'Blaine- you ok? Get here we need or lead singer- who else is going to be our 'Teenage Dream'?-S.S.'
Blaine smirked, ticking the phone into his pocket, and swing on his jacket to the best of his ability. Throwing his bag on his shoulder he tried to hide the slight waddle in his step. As he made his way to the main spiral staircases he got another text.
'Warblers-There's reports of a an infiltrator amongst us. Keep your eyes out; lets make sure he knows exactly what he's up against-Council'
He sighed, once again securing away his phone so he could hold on to the rail as he headed downward, his mind lost on the things he needed to do: rehearsal, telling his brother, and the doctor's appointment.
"Excuse me," Blaine froze at the bottom steps, the voice sounding all to familiar, "I'm new---it's you." The accusation as he turned around forced him to process exactly who's eye were now gliding over every inch of him. The lithe voice continued, "I tried finding you again, no one knew who you were. They said I kept losing you and then you stopped..." the eyes finally rested on their unborn child. "Is this...mine?"
He sounded scared to even ask and fear crept across his face as Blaine found his voice, "You're the only one I've..." though it wasn't for a lack of trying on Sebastian's part, but that wasn't something he needed to share. The fell into a moment of silence before reality prodded him a little.
"I'm Blaine...Anderson."
"Kurt Hummel."
"Uh listen there's somewhere I need to be, but talk-coffee- afterward?"
"If by coffee you mean you'll be having milk, water, or juice then yes."
Blaine smiled at the thoughtfulness behind the comment, nodding the affirmative. Tentatively he held out his hand, "Coming?"
Kurt took a deep breathe still trying to maintain himself after the double revelation before slipping his hand into Blaine's. "Yes, of course."
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Entry Two:Ratings: PG Warnings/Spoilers: Future Fic! Fluff
Thud
“What the hell?” Blaine said looking up to the roof of the elevator that had suddenly jolted and come to a stop.
“Uh oh.” Kurt sighed with a slight giggle.
“We’re traaaaaaaaappppped!” Blaine said in a deep voice.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’m having a seat.” In an awkward couple of seconds, Kurt tried positioning himself on the floor. “This….” He laughed while cupping his baby bump. “This isn’t going to work.”
Blaine gently took him by the hands. “Bend your knees.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Sure you can.” He whispered. “Bend your knees.” Kurt obeyed as he looked at Blaine with uncertainly. “Se. Okay. Okay. And the other leg.” He guided his husband. “Good. You got it.”
Kurt couldn’t help but smile. “Uh, thanks.”
“No problem. Comfortable now?” He said sitting with his back against the wall and leg stretched out in front of him.
“No, not really.”
“Aw.” Blaine acted irritated. “I’m not going to have to help you up now, am I?” He joked.
“Ha,” he glared. “No, I’m fine. Well, better then before.” He looked at his phone. “Yep. We’re going to be late.”
“Well I can think of one way to pass the time?’ Blaine said raising an eyebrow.
“Blaine Anderson-Hummel we are in a hospital.” Kurt said pretending to be appalled. But then he let out a smirk and beckoned Blaine to come to him.
Blaine let out a quiet growl before crawling over to Kurt like a tiger and planting a kiss on his lips. Just then, the elevator jolted again. Kurt found himself on top of Blaine…on the ground, just as the doors opened.
“Blaine? Kurt?” Quinn said wearing pink scrubs and holding a clipboard. “Kurt, what are you doing to Blaine?”
“Ugh,” grumbled Blaine. “Get off of me.”
“I can’t,” He insisted. “You try being 7 months pregnant and getting yourself out of this position.”
“Just what kind of position are you in?” He didn’t give Kurt time to answer. “Quinn,” Blaine instructed. “Can you get this man off of me?” Quinn let out a quiet laugh. “Come on, Kurt,” she brought herself to ground level, holding out her hand.
“Oh, and just so you know, I didn’t do a thing to your Blaine.”
“You practically crushed me,” mumbled Blaine, still lying on the ground.
“Okay!” Quinn said. “Come on, Kurt. One. Two-”
“What’s going on here?” Rachel twirled onto the scene.
“Why. Are. You. Here?” Kurt grumbled
“Meeting Finn after his shift. Is everything all right?” Rachel peeked into the elevator and saw her friends in a compromising position. “Oh. I, uh, apologize for interrupting.”
“Oh, don’t you dare!” Kurt yelled. “Quinn! Will you explain? Never mind. I will.” He didn’t give her a chance to speak. “You know what? I don’t have to explain a thing. Quinn! Just help me up!”
“Please, Quinn,” said Blaine. “He weighs a ton.” And at that moment, Kurt dug his elbow into Blaine’s stomach.
“Aah!” he yelped in pain.
“Here. I’ll help!” Rachel said cheerfully.
“Do you not understand the concept of ‘I don’t want you here?’” asked Kurt.
“Well, you never did say that.” Rachel laughed.
“It was implied, was it not?”
“Um-”
“Please!” Blaine took control from his place on the ground.
“All right,” said Quinn. “One. Two. Three.” She took Kurt’s right side, Rachel, his left.
“Oh, please. Am I that heavy?” Kurt rolled her eyes.
“Well, you couldn’t even get yourself up,” noted Quinn. Kurt put a finger in the air, instructing her not to continue.
“Let’s go. We are already late.” Kurt said looking at his watch as Blaine picked himself off the floor.
“Perhaps we’ll take the stairs this time,” suggested Blaine, putting an arm on his husband’s back and letting out a small giggle.
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