Guys and Dolls by GirlX2
This takes place right after the end of season two. NO SPOILERS for season three (mostly because I haven't seen any of it yet). My first Glee Ficlet/oneshot. Probably a oneshot. Enjoy!
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Blaine nervously shouldered his bag, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He as standing on Kurt's doorstep, and cutting class to do so. If he was seen and reported, he'd be in serious trouble.
'Relax. You're not wearing the Dalton blazer. You'll just look like some random truant.'
He knocked on the door. Banged, really. He'd been out here for ten minutes. He knew the house wasn't empty: Finn was the one who had called him and told him to hurry.
"It's Kurt. He's…sick."
"L…life threating?"
"No! No, I…no. But sick. Bad."
Blaine swallowed. "Why don't you take him to the hospital?"
'He won't go! I mean, normally I would force him, but I…can't."
Strange. Terrifyingly strange.
"Where's Burt?"
"At work. Kurt begged me not to call him." Finn sounded frantic. "PLEASE Blaine, I need you to come talk some sense into him."
"Of course."
Half an hour later, here he was. Was it the loss at nationals? Had Kurt…tried to hurt himself?
'No. He'd never do that. Kurofski's been decent to him too.' Blaine glanced over his shoulder. A car was coming.
"Whatever." He tried the knob. It was open. Feeling a bit dim, he scurried inside. The tv was on, but there was no other sign of life. It was flashing over a map of New York City, many areas highlighted in red. Blaine frowned. The sound was off, but a scroll repeated the word 'Terrorist act.'
"One crisis at a time. Hello? It's Blaine." He called. There was a thudding noise, and Finn was at the top of the basement steps.
"Oh, thank God." His face was flushed. "I told him you were coming—I don't think it helped."
"Is he mad at me?"
"No! He's…he's scared."
"Of what?"
"Come downstairs, you'll see. He's hiding in the closet."
"That better not be a gay joke." Blaine managed to raise a small smile from Finn.
Their shared basement bedroom was in slight disarray. Kurt's talk-in closet was thrown open, clothes strewn everywhere. A heap of clothes far back in the closet was covering some large, lumpy object. It was too angular to be Kurt, however.
'Probably his old doll house.' Blaine looked to Finn. "I thought you said he was in the closet."
A tiny sob answered him before Finn could. Blaine looked slowly back to the closet. All that was there was the square under the heap of clothes.
"Kurt? " Blaine stepped closer.
"Go away!"
Blaine jerked as if slapped. It wasn't just what Kurt had said—his voice sounded terrible. He almost sounded like he was screaming, although it was barely a whisper. The pitch was high too—impossibly high, even for his Contra-tenor boyfriend.
"Finn—did he hurt his throat?"
"No, man. Just…you'll have to see for yourself." Finn slumped onto his bed.
'Well, that doesn't sound ominous.'
"I'm not going away Kurt. Finn called me in a panic, and I'm not leaving until I see why." Blaine stepped into the closet. Miniscule sobs were escaping the mound of clothes. Had Kurt hidden behind the dollhouse?
Blaine began to pull expensive garments off the structure.
'It is a dollhouse.' He uncovered the roof. Kurt did say he'd had a Barbie dream house…
A scrabbling noise from inside cut in on his wandering thoughts. The sobs were muffled now.
Blaine paled. 'No…'
He dropped to his knees and threw clothes off the house in a frenzy. Inside, there was doll furniture haphazardly thrown about, old dolls, and—
Kurt looked up at him, eyes red from sobbing.
"Oh my God." Blaine's jaw dropped. Kurt was the size of a Ken doll.
"I told Finn not to call anyone." Kurt's explicably high voice was choked. He was sitting in the corner, shivering.
"Kurt…how?"
"I don't know!" He wailed. "I just woke up like this!"
Blaine rubbed his eyes, as if that would help anything. The tiny Kurt remained. He was wearing clothes taken off a Barbie doll.
'Well, Ken's taller than him, and he's too thin to pull off the—what am I thinking?'
Finn stood quietly at the mouth of the closet. "He was screaming when I woke up. I tried to pick him up, but he hid in the closet.'
"You had no right to try and touch me!"
"I was worried you were gonna fall and kill yourself!" Finn whisper-shouted.
'He probably doesn't want to hurt Kurt's ears.' Blaine turned his attention back to Kurt.
"Honey, are you hurt?"
Kurt shook his head. He was clutching a tiny pin cushion, sans pins. "No. The carpeting was thick enough to cushion my fall."
"You fell?" The blood rushed from Blaine's face.
"I was disoriented." Kurt sniffled.
" I'm just glad you weren't hurt." Blaine bit his lip. "We've gotta take you to a doctor."
"No! They'll call the CDC or something. I'll end up in area 51."
"Let me call Burt. He'll know what to do." Finn tried.
"I love Dad, but he's not gonna have any idea how to handle this."
"Well I'm not just gonna let you languish in Barbie's dream house." Blaine said. "Is there something I can do?"
"I…I'm a little hungry."
"Alright. We can do something about that." Finn looked a little relieved. "I can make a grilled cheese, scrambled eggs…anything soft."
"Good idea." Blaine said. "We'll all go upsaits and—"
"You want me to go upstairs? Like this?" Kurt looked horrified.
"Honey, you've gotta come out sometime."
"…I don't want to be picked up." Kurt's eyes were downcast. "I'm scared."
"I promise, I won't let anything happen to you." Blaine smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then let us help." Blaine extended a hand.
Kurt looked at it warily. "Don't squeeze me."
"Of course."
Kurt slowly got up and edged closer to Blaine's hand. "You won't make fun of me?"
"Not unless you do something funny." Blaine joked gently. A smile flashed over Kurt's porcelain features.
"Okay." He slid into Blaine's palm. Slowly, delicately, Blaine curled his fingers closed and removed Kurt from the dream house. His heart was beating wildly, but he wasn't hyperventilating at least.
"I feel like Faye Raye, without the glamour." Kurt's attempt at a joke fell flat, but Blaine and Finn laughed encouragingly as they trekked upstairs.
Blaine's eyes were locked on his elfin boyfriend. His features, already fae-like, made him look almost…well, right in miniature. He could have been a real doll.
"See? We got all the way upstairs without any calamity." Blaine set him on the kitchen island.
Kurt looked at his surrounding, fear returning. "I want to go back to the dollhouse."
"I could bring it up here." Finn volunteered. "After we eat."
Kurt took a moment to consider, and nodded.
"Good. I'll make some eggs first."
"Thank you." Kurt went close to the edge of the island—far too close for Blaine's liking. He leaned onto the counter, putting himself in-between Kurt and the drop. To his surprise, Kurt snuggled into the crook of his arm.
"We'll eat, then we'll go back downstairs and make a plan."
"You're…not gonna leave?"
Blaine heard the implications loud and clear. "Never. No matter what."
"What if this isn't it, though? What if I get smaller?"
"I'll be here, Kurt. I promise. I love you."
He gave Blaine a small smile. "I love you too."
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Fin? We'll have to see if more nspiration strikes!
