A/N: sweetboyklisses on tumblr gave me the prompt Pickles.
This is the out come. Very cracky...very cracky indeed...
Pickles
Kurt Hummel sat on the sofa watching cartoons. Yes, I said cartoons. Kurt loved cartoons. I mean, seriously? Who doesn't love cartoons? Losers…that's who.
While watching his cartoons, in his hand was a jar. Yes, a jar. Oh, not just any jar…a pickle jar. Vlasic pickles. Dill pickles. Whole dill pickles. Not those wimpy gherkins. Or those sliced, ridged chips. Whole. Dill. Pickles.
Sitting next to Kurt was his boyfriend, Blaine Warbler. What? You thought his last name was Anderson? Au contraire….everyone called him "Blaine Warbler". His brain got confused and he forgot his last name…..much like Brittany.
Blaine began humming a top 40's tune. It was probably something he and the Pips had sung recently. He then eyed the jar of pickles.
Blaine's eyes lit up. "Are those pickles?"
"Yes."
"What kind of pickles?"
"Dill pickles."
"Are they crunchy?"
"Yes."
"Juicy?"
"Yes, Blaine."
"Kurt…" Blaine covered his now red face. He was clearly turned on by how sexy Kurt looked when he ate pickles.
"Want one?" Kurt asked. He pulled a pickle out of the jar and handed it to Blaine.
"YES!" Blaine screamed, "DEAR WIZARD GOD, YES!"
"Okay…."