Fortune Telling on a Budget
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Prompt #2: Belong
A/N - Takes place prior to s4e10 (Glee, Actually)
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“This isn’t going to work.” Kurt crumpled up his piece of paper and threw it half-heartedly across the kitchen table.
“C’mon, Kurt. You’re just not following the instructions,” Rachel said, pushing the laptop closer to him so he could check the tutorial. He rolled his eyes and propped his cheek in his hand to watch her finish off her origami fortune teller. “There! All finished. Here.” She handed over her creation and pulled out several new sheets of paper to start writing options onto. Kurt slotted his fingers into each quarter and started to pull them apart, revealing the different sides to the game.
“Hang on. All four of these say ‘Broadway Star’.” Kurt looked at his roommate with disdain. “How is this supposed to work if you cheat, Rachel?”
“Oh, hush. I’m almost finished with yours. Just a few more folds...” She bit her lip as she made the final creases and held the polka dotted paper creation up for inspection. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this!” Rachel squealed excitedly as she handed it over. “I made this one Christmas themed, so you can keep yourself occupied while I pack.” Rachel jumped up and patted Kurt on the shoulder. “I can’t wait to see my dads!” she shrieked then skipped off to her corner of the loft and drew her curtain.
Kurt’s phone rang as he picked up her new design.
“What do you know about fortune telling?” Kurt asked in lieu of a hello, knowing his best friend would help him out.
“Uh, not much? But hi!” Blaine said with a smile through the phone. Well, it sounded like he was smiling anyway, and frankly, just hearing his voice put a smile on Kurt’s face too.
“Hi, Blaine. Sorry. Rachel’s making do this fortune teller thing...mmm, pick a color,” Kurt suggested. “It’s one of these fold-up things that kids make only I’ve never made one before. So, color?” Kurt asked again. “Wait. I’ll put you on speaker. Okay, go.”
“Green? Wait! What’s the question you’re asking it? What do you want to find out?”
“Oh! Let’s see...Will I enjoy my first Christmas in the city?” Kurt proposed. “Okay. Green...um, what do I do now?” Kurt said with a laugh as Blaine joined in.
“Spell it out and move your fingers for the number of letters. G-R-E-E-N.”
“Now what? There’s numbers inside but there’s something underneath that I can’t see.”
“Uh, pick how many Tony awards you’ll receive and count them out,” Blaine offered. Kurt flapped the sections back and forth three times. “What are your options inside?” Blaine asked.
“The numbers one, fourteen, seven, sixty.”
“Hmm, okay so choose your favorite number and lift the flap to find your fortune underneath.”
“Okay,” Kurt started, “It says that I’m going to get a big surprise for Christmas.” Blaine chuckled.
“Right, now that you’ve got the hang of it, try again. Ask your question to the fortune teller and pick a color,” Blaine instructed.
Who will I marry?
“B-L-U-E,” Kurt spelt out.
“Count how many kids you’re going to have.” Blaine waited patiently as Kurt counted out four. “Four? That’s new,” Blaine said, surprised.
“I don’t want the youngest to be lonely. Besides, twins, Blaine. It could happen!” Kurt declared defensively. He rolled his eyes. They’ve talked about this before.
“Alright, alright. Pick the number that’s closest to the amount of sky blue socks you have,” Blaine said as he laughed.
“Blaine! I don’t want to count to sixty!” Kurt huffed.
“Do it! Otherwise your fortune will be wrong,” Blaine cheered playfully.
“Fifty eight, fifty nine....sixty! Okay, here goes. Huh, it says I should count out how many solos I had in glee club and pick a new number. Hang on,” Kurt mumbled as he shuffled the fortune teller again. “Which number should I pick?”
“Pick how many outfits you tried on this morning!”
“Hah! Joke’s on you. One!” Kurt pursed his lips as he flicked open the top layer of paper.
Blaine
“So what does it say? Kurt?”
“I think it’s wrong. I should do it again.” Kurt chewed on his bottom lip anxiously. It can’t be right.
“Oh-kay? What was your question? What does it say?” Blaine asked, confused.
“I’m doing yellow this time,” Kurt said as he frantically flapped the corners together again. “Number?”
“Uh, how many McQueen scarves made the trip to New York?” Kurt counted out four as he breathed heavily. “What does it say now?” Blaine asked in concern. “Just-just pick your favorite number next.” Kurt shuffled through seven rounds.
“Shit!”
“Kurt? What does it say?” Blaine asked quietly.
Blaine
“Um...” Kurt began shakily. “I think it’s broken. I’m-I’m gonna call you back later okay? I need-” He put his hand over the phone and yelled, “Rachel!”
“Yeah, yeah. Um, call me after dinner, okay? I want to talk to you before we leave.”
“Of course, Blaine,” Kurt said as he picked up the phone and headed for Rachel’s closed curtains. “Talk soon.” He whipped back Rachel’s curtain as he hung up the call and ignored her shocked shriek. “It’s broken!” Kurt declared and pointed to the fortune teller that lay abandoned on the table.
“No, it’s not,” Rachel said calmly as she pulled her ear buds out.
“I asked it who-who I was going to-” Kurt stopped himself. “You know, never mind.” He was just imagining things. He’d try again later and get a different answer. It couldn’t be right. He wasn’t ready yet. Yet? Shouldn’t that be ever?
“It doesn’t matter how many times you try, Kurt. It’ll always be Blaine. You know it will.”
“Why?” How? When? Wait, no! Why?
“Because you two just belong together, Kurt.” Rachel put her hands on her hips as an invitation to debate but when no argument came, she stepped forward and yanked the curtain across his face. “You’ll work it out,” she called out. “End of story.”
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