I Think you Broke my Boyfriend
Authors note: I know this has been done a few times but I wanted to contribute! Just a simple little skit, nothing fancy.
The classroom was a hubbub of noise when Kurt entered. A noise which whittled away to silence as ten faces stared at him. One could say all ten faces looked guilty, but it would be a lie. No, all ten faces showed sadistic glee in fact; sadistic glee which Kurt warily felt was being directed at him.
Kurts blood ran cold.
No...they wouldn't? Surely not?
But yes they had. For the tune Kurt could now eerily hear drifting about the classroom was none other than Single Ladies by Queen Beyonce, and there sat Blaine, the only one not to look up at his entrance, his eyes too busy being riveted to a laptop screen, a blush tinting his tanned cheeks.
He opened his mouth, but could do little more than stare as Santana leaned over from behind Blaine.
"Oh! You gotta see this one! I'm sure you'll loove this one!"
The music changed as Single Ladies was replaced by Four Minutes and Kurt could feel a blush spreading across his cheeks to rival his boyfriend. Blaine had leaned close to the screen, his eyes wide and his mouth the slightest bit open.
"He's wearing a Cheerios uniform..."
"Yup!" Chorused Santana and Brittany.
"Kurt...was a cheerleader..."
"Ooh yeah...can you imagine it? I mean really, Kurt is so small I could totally imagine him fitting into the Cheerios skirt, can't you?"
Kurt couldn't help the startled sound at Santanas suggestion, his hands quickly trying to muffle the sound but Blaines eyes had suddenly zoned on him and Kurt felt his knees go weak. Blaines eyes were wide and hazy, his breath puffing erratically out of his too red lips as he chanted 'Cheerios skirt' like a mantra.
'Santana...I think you broke my boyfriend..."