d i s c l a i m e r : i d o n o t o w n g l e e .
Title: Of Chocolate Cookies and Cold Milk
Pairing/s: Kurt X Blaine
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: It is already half past midnight when Kurt hears strange noises downstairs. Thinking it is a robber of some sort, he goes down to investigate.
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"Blaine, what are you doing?"
"Getting food?"
Kurt rolls his eyes at his fiancee, lowering the bat he is holding at the same time. "It's half past midnight." he says simply.
"But I'm hungry." Blaine retorts, holding the pack of cookies close. He whips out his puppy dog face and fixes them upon the taller man.
"Fine. But really? Chocolate cookies and cold milk?" the diva exclaims.
Blaine huffs. "Hey, they were calling out for me. I only answered its call."
"They will go straight to your hips."
"Are you telling me that you won't love me anymore if I become fat?"
"That depends."
The brunette pouts. "I guess I should have proposed to them"—he points to the pack of cookies while caressing them—"since they'll love me even if I'm fat."
Kurt chuckles and pulls Blaine into his arms, pressing a soft kiss on the other man's lips. "I won't care if you become fat. That just means I'll have more of you to love," he whispers.
Blaine grins, kissing the countertenor chastely before wiggling out of the taller man's hug, and says 'I need milk with this' before starting to rummage inside the fridge once more.
Smiling amusedly, Kurt takes a seat and watches his fiancé act like an adorable puppy.
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The next morning, Blaine wakes up with a mild case of a stomach ache. To which Kurt replies with a kiss and an 'I told you so'.
"I told you not to eat too much, but did you listen to me?" he remarks, smirking as Blaine groans and covers his head with their blanket, "No, in fact, you told me that your 'precious' cookies and cold milk would never do that to you."
"They were chocolate" is the only thing Blaine could mutter as another bout of pain seizes his stomach.
Kurt has a fun time playing doctor and patient with Blaine all day and probably the day after that as well (not as fun when the brunette had a nasty case of the stomach flu though. But that's a story for another time), and he has a feeling in some way, his fiancé is enjoying it too.
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a / n
That was completely plotless, annoying and just plain mediocre. Meep. Sorry for that. I kind of forced myself to finish this so it didn't turn out as well as my other fics. *shrugs* Drabble is drabble?
Review?
Yours truly, Gen