Fic: Come Out To Play (Kurt/Blaine, PG, ~1350 words)
Come Out To Play
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1350
Spoilers: 3.01
Summary: Blaine would be awesome in a zombie apocalypse. Kurt might not be so awesome.
A/N: I wrote this for the zombieapocalypse!AU week over at Klaine AU Fridays, and thought I'd bring it over here too. Contains poorly researched video games and may not make sense outside of my head.
Blaine would be awesome in a zombie apocalypse.
The realisation hits him while he’s sprawled on Kurt’s couch one evening in late August. Kurt’s face is turned into his chest and away from the television screen as he mumbles into Blaine’s shirt.
“I can’t believe I let you convince me into watching a movie with the word zombie in the title,” Kurt huffs.
“Come on, Kurt,” he says, scratching gently at the short hairs at the nape of Kurt’s neck, “Zombieland is a comedy, really. And it’s got Emma Stone in it. We like her, right?”
Kurt’s reply is muffled as he presses his face closer into Blaine’s chest and shifts his legs to tangle with Blaine’s in a way that probably isn’t comfortable.
“What?”
“I said I’m highly sensitive to gore, Blaine.”
Kurt might not be so awesome in a zombie apocalypse.
---
When he started at Dalton with a second attempt at freshman year, Blaine had blinked in surprise at Wes and David’s invitation to come down to the Commons and play Left 4 Dead.
“Think of it as a kind of Warbler’s Welcome,” Wes said after he’d knocked on the door of Blaine’s dorm room and presented him with a rehearsal schedule for the fall semester.
“Oh, um… I’ve actually never played video games before,” he half-mumbled.
“No way! It’s like, Warbler’s tradition!” David cut in, “We’ll go easy on you tonight. Come on, you can be on my team.”
It hit Blaine for the first time that evening, as Thad leaned over to explain the controls to him, tapping the lit green button in the centre (this is your Guide button). At Dalton he wouldn’t be treated any differently from anyone else. There could be video game nights and football games on Saturday afternoons. Things would be different here.
He’d been terrible that first time. The time it took him to figure out how to even move his character was virtually always less than or occasionally equal to the time it took for distorted grey bodies to start to descend on him, and eventually he’d surrendered his controller to Jeff and attempted to follow the action from the couch.
When they walked back up to the dorms a couple of minutes before curfew, Wes had clapped him on the shoulder as he turned into his room and smiled. “I’m glad you came down tonight. Thursday’s rehearsal will be brilliant, I know it.”
Blaine had to fight not to skip down the corridor and had grinned until he fell asleep.
By the time Left 4 Dead 2 is released two months later, Blaine is an old pro.
---
Later, a few months after Kurt’s transfer to Dalton, they handed their permission slips to the hall monitor and climbed into Kurt’s Navigator, packed for a weekend in Lima.
After dinner and a rehash of last week’s Buckeye’s match with Burt and Finn, Blaine trailed Kurt and Finn through to the den. As Kurt argued with Finn about the merits of Pretty in Pink over Blades of Glory, Kurt’s phone started to trill in his pocket. He glanced at the screen.
“It’s Rachel, I’m going to have to deal with her,” Kurt sighed. “Finn, will you entertain Blaine for a few moments please?”
“Do you play?” Blaine turned to look at where Finn held out a copy of Dead Rising 2. Blaine had grinned and picked up a controller from where it rested on the coffee table.
“You’re looking at Dalton Academy’s most successful Chuck Greene.”
Finn knelt to slot the disc into the drive and settled on the couch next to Blaine and alternated between a running commentary and backseat gameplay until Kurt returned half an hour later to pry the controller from Blaine’s grip.
A few moments had turned out to be almost half an hour, and when Kurt finally returned with repeated apologies and pried the controller from his hands.
“Hey man, you’re pretty cool,” Finn said as he held out a fist for Blaine to bump. “Maybe we can go easier on you guys at Regionals.”
“Finn likes you,” Kurt said as they left Lima on Sunday afternoon. Blaine didn’t even try to wipe the smile from his face until they were almost back atWesterville.
---
When Blaine transferred to McKinley he hadn’t thought about making new friends. He’d just thought about being with Kurt. For the first week he was simply Kurt’s boyfriend. It took a while, but eventually he found his place. He stopped trying to fit into what he thinks he should be and started being himself.
It wasn’t until the end of his fourth week that he had finally felt like he was making a place for himself.
“Hey, Anderson,” someone called out. Blaine caught himself before he automatically flinched back into the row of lockers.
“Call of Duty. My House. Tomorrow night.”
Puck stopped in front of Blaine. “You gonna be there?
Blaine nodded so eagerly that his vision almost blurred for a second.
“Cool. I’ll text you the address.”
“Cool,” Blaine echoed as Puck walked away.
He had tried to convince Kurt to come that first time, and a few more times after that, but there are always sleepovers with Mercedes and Rachel or nights organising Sugar’s extensive closet instead.
By the time Christmas break rolled around, Blaine was spending every other Saturday evening at Puck’s house with the guys from Glee (and sometimes Tina, which Blaine supposes isn’t that shocking). They play Call of Duty: Black Ops whenever it’s Blaine’s turn to pick. They play the Zombies co-op mode, and Blaine plays as John F. Kennedy in honour of Kurt’s impeccable hairline.
---
It’s not that Kurt doesn’t like video games, as such. He’s just got better things to do than fling bullets around at dead Nazis, or whatever it is that Blaine and Finn do while he’s curled in the armchair reading through his French homework.
Blaine tried to include him, but when Kurt let out a little whimper and covered his eyes during a particularly tense level of Plants vs. Zombies, he realises he doesn’t want to be involved. He just doesn’t get it.
He’s also scared of zombies.
---
After a few more minutes of Kurt nuzzling closer into his chest, Blaine hits stop on the remote. He angles Kurt’s face towards his with a finger under his chin.
“Why are you so afraid of them anyway? Zombies aren’t real, you know.”
“They’re like people.”
“But they’re not people. They’re zombies. Meat puppets with teeth.”
“But they look like people.”
“If people were grey and hungry for brains…”
“Shut up. Why do you like them so much? It’s creepy.”
Blaine considers his boyfriend for a moment. His boyfriend who is terrified of the fictional flesh-hungry undead. He thinks back to last week at Puck’s where he and Sam had tried to develop a forfeit system for players who lost their characters to the oncoming undead.
“I suppose,” he starts, “a horde of zombies means that everyone has to unite, right? It doesn’t matter whether you’re rich or poor or gay or straight or black or whatever, you just have to fight the zombies to stay alive. We have all these divisions in our lives, and it’s stupid, but when the fate of the human race is at stake, the most important thing is that you’re still alive. The zombie apocalypse means that we can agree on one thing, whatever our personal circumstances, and that’s that those zombies need to die… Again.”
Kurt’s eyebrows have shot up towards his hairline at some point during Blaine’s speech. He feels warmth rising in his cheeks and glances back at Kurt.
“Also, I like playing video games with my friends,” he mutters.
“So tell me, oh great zombie killer, would you protect me from a swarm of flesh-eating reanimated corpses?”
Blaine rolls his eyes in an approximation of well, duh, and presses a kiss to Kurt’s cheek.
Blaine is pretty sure he could protect him. He’s been practicing for years.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1350
Spoilers: 3.01
Summary: Blaine would be awesome in a zombie apocalypse. Kurt might not be so awesome.
A/N: I wrote this for the zombieapocalypse!AU week over at Klaine AU Fridays, and thought I'd bring it over here too. Contains poorly researched video games and may not make sense outside of my head.
Blaine would be awesome in a zombie apocalypse.
The realisation hits him while he’s sprawled on Kurt’s couch one evening in late August. Kurt’s face is turned into his chest and away from the television screen as he mumbles into Blaine’s shirt.
“I can’t believe I let you convince me into watching a movie with the word zombie in the title,” Kurt huffs.
“Come on, Kurt,” he says, scratching gently at the short hairs at the nape of Kurt’s neck, “Zombieland is a comedy, really. And it’s got Emma Stone in it. We like her, right?”
Kurt’s reply is muffled as he presses his face closer into Blaine’s chest and shifts his legs to tangle with Blaine’s in a way that probably isn’t comfortable.
“What?”
“I said I’m highly sensitive to gore, Blaine.”
Kurt might not be so awesome in a zombie apocalypse.
---
When he started at Dalton with a second attempt at freshman year, Blaine had blinked in surprise at Wes and David’s invitation to come down to the Commons and play Left 4 Dead.
“Think of it as a kind of Warbler’s Welcome,” Wes said after he’d knocked on the door of Blaine’s dorm room and presented him with a rehearsal schedule for the fall semester.
“Oh, um… I’ve actually never played video games before,” he half-mumbled.
“No way! It’s like, Warbler’s tradition!” David cut in, “We’ll go easy on you tonight. Come on, you can be on my team.”
It hit Blaine for the first time that evening, as Thad leaned over to explain the controls to him, tapping the lit green button in the centre (this is your Guide button). At Dalton he wouldn’t be treated any differently from anyone else. There could be video game nights and football games on Saturday afternoons. Things would be different here.
He’d been terrible that first time. The time it took him to figure out how to even move his character was virtually always less than or occasionally equal to the time it took for distorted grey bodies to start to descend on him, and eventually he’d surrendered his controller to Jeff and attempted to follow the action from the couch.
When they walked back up to the dorms a couple of minutes before curfew, Wes had clapped him on the shoulder as he turned into his room and smiled. “I’m glad you came down tonight. Thursday’s rehearsal will be brilliant, I know it.”
Blaine had to fight not to skip down the corridor and had grinned until he fell asleep.
By the time Left 4 Dead 2 is released two months later, Blaine is an old pro.
---
Later, a few months after Kurt’s transfer to Dalton, they handed their permission slips to the hall monitor and climbed into Kurt’s Navigator, packed for a weekend in Lima.
After dinner and a rehash of last week’s Buckeye’s match with Burt and Finn, Blaine trailed Kurt and Finn through to the den. As Kurt argued with Finn about the merits of Pretty in Pink over Blades of Glory, Kurt’s phone started to trill in his pocket. He glanced at the screen.
“It’s Rachel, I’m going to have to deal with her,” Kurt sighed. “Finn, will you entertain Blaine for a few moments please?”
“Do you play?” Blaine turned to look at where Finn held out a copy of Dead Rising 2. Blaine had grinned and picked up a controller from where it rested on the coffee table.
“You’re looking at Dalton Academy’s most successful Chuck Greene.”
Finn knelt to slot the disc into the drive and settled on the couch next to Blaine and alternated between a running commentary and backseat gameplay until Kurt returned half an hour later to pry the controller from Blaine’s grip.
A few moments had turned out to be almost half an hour, and when Kurt finally returned with repeated apologies and pried the controller from his hands.
“Hey man, you’re pretty cool,” Finn said as he held out a fist for Blaine to bump. “Maybe we can go easier on you guys at Regionals.”
“Finn likes you,” Kurt said as they left Lima on Sunday afternoon. Blaine didn’t even try to wipe the smile from his face until they were almost back atWesterville.
---
When Blaine transferred to McKinley he hadn’t thought about making new friends. He’d just thought about being with Kurt. For the first week he was simply Kurt’s boyfriend. It took a while, but eventually he found his place. He stopped trying to fit into what he thinks he should be and started being himself.
It wasn’t until the end of his fourth week that he had finally felt like he was making a place for himself.
“Hey, Anderson,” someone called out. Blaine caught himself before he automatically flinched back into the row of lockers.
“Call of Duty. My House. Tomorrow night.”
Puck stopped in front of Blaine. “You gonna be there?
Blaine nodded so eagerly that his vision almost blurred for a second.
“Cool. I’ll text you the address.”
“Cool,” Blaine echoed as Puck walked away.
He had tried to convince Kurt to come that first time, and a few more times after that, but there are always sleepovers with Mercedes and Rachel or nights organising Sugar’s extensive closet instead.
By the time Christmas break rolled around, Blaine was spending every other Saturday evening at Puck’s house with the guys from Glee (and sometimes Tina, which Blaine supposes isn’t that shocking). They play Call of Duty: Black Ops whenever it’s Blaine’s turn to pick. They play the Zombies co-op mode, and Blaine plays as John F. Kennedy in honour of Kurt’s impeccable hairline.
---
It’s not that Kurt doesn’t like video games, as such. He’s just got better things to do than fling bullets around at dead Nazis, or whatever it is that Blaine and Finn do while he’s curled in the armchair reading through his French homework.
Blaine tried to include him, but when Kurt let out a little whimper and covered his eyes during a particularly tense level of Plants vs. Zombies, he realises he doesn’t want to be involved. He just doesn’t get it.
He’s also scared of zombies.
---
After a few more minutes of Kurt nuzzling closer into his chest, Blaine hits stop on the remote. He angles Kurt’s face towards his with a finger under his chin.
“Why are you so afraid of them anyway? Zombies aren’t real, you know.”
“They’re like people.”
“But they’re not people. They’re zombies. Meat puppets with teeth.”
“But they look like people.”
“If people were grey and hungry for brains…”
“Shut up. Why do you like them so much? It’s creepy.”
Blaine considers his boyfriend for a moment. His boyfriend who is terrified of the fictional flesh-hungry undead. He thinks back to last week at Puck’s where he and Sam had tried to develop a forfeit system for players who lost their characters to the oncoming undead.
“I suppose,” he starts, “a horde of zombies means that everyone has to unite, right? It doesn’t matter whether you’re rich or poor or gay or straight or black or whatever, you just have to fight the zombies to stay alive. We have all these divisions in our lives, and it’s stupid, but when the fate of the human race is at stake, the most important thing is that you’re still alive. The zombie apocalypse means that we can agree on one thing, whatever our personal circumstances, and that’s that those zombies need to die… Again.”
Kurt’s eyebrows have shot up towards his hairline at some point during Blaine’s speech. He feels warmth rising in his cheeks and glances back at Kurt.
“Also, I like playing video games with my friends,” he mutters.
“So tell me, oh great zombie killer, would you protect me from a swarm of flesh-eating reanimated corpses?”
Blaine rolls his eyes in an approximation of well, duh, and presses a kiss to Kurt’s cheek.
Blaine is pretty sure he could protect him. He’s been practicing for years.