Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy. Klaine. It's endgame, bitches.
A/N: A random dialogue fic appears! Readers use read! It's super effective!
"No."
"Babe, please?"
"No, Kurt."
"But-"
"Kurt. You know I'm a self-proclaimed Harry Potter fanboy."
"I know, I know. But what does that have to do with anything?"
"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt."
"Oh, don't you three Kurt me!"
"I will!"
"Whatever. We're watching it. End of story."
"Kurt! I would be slaughtered by J.K. Rowling fans everywhere."
"You are such a drama-queen Blaine Anderson! And I would know!"
"Kurt, I'm warning you! If you put that movie in the DVD player, I'll… I'll…"
"What? Kill me?"
"Worse."
"What could possibly be worse?"
"I'll sic a night troll on you!"
"…"
"Kurt?"
"A night troll?"
"What?"
"That's like, the lowest of the low."
"Yeah, the lowest of the low."
"Shut up Wes."
"Yeah Wes, when did you even get in here?"
"David and I were here first!"
"Oh. Well get out!"
"Blaine-"
"You too David!"
"…"
"…"
"Sooo… Can we watch Twilight now?"
A/N: I don't even know. I was bored. And this happened. Sorry?
Anyway, I am SOFA KING excited for Glee on Sunday. And Tuesday. And Darren on Ellen tomorrow. OHEMGEE!
*flail*