A/N: This is what happens when I decide to sit down and write some drabble. It's super short, and it has absolutely no point or anything (I guess that's the definition of drabble). It's Future!Klaine and Future!Quick, I guess. Also, this is also un-beta'd. ENJOY!
Blaine was sitting in the recording studio. His big black headphones were clamped on his ears, his hands placed upon them, as if he were trying to somehow force them close to his ears. He bobbed his head in time with the music, as he watched the blonde starlet sing in the booth behind the glass.
As she hit the high note of the song and held it for an incredible amount of time, Blaine rested his hands on the back of his head, and leaned back, it was their fifteenth time recording this song, and he was sure that they finally got it.
"Ok, Quinn, I think we got it," Blaine said, pressing on the green button that enabled him to be heard in the recording booth.
Quinn nodded, smiled, and existed the little room.
"Well, I think that today has been a productive day," She smiled, and nodded at Blaine, and then at Puck, who was sitting beside him. She then glanced at her watch, "I think it's time for us to go," She said, giving Puck a significant look.
"Oh, right, it's date night," Puck said, jumping out of his chair, and moving to stand beside Quinn, and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "What are you doing tonight, Mr. Producer?" He asked, turning to Blaine, a smirk playing on his face.
"Oh, well, I don't really know, maybe I'll read a book, do some chores..." He responded.
"I didn't know my new nick name was 'Some Chores'," Kurt said, smiling, stepping into the room.
"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, and jumped out his chair, tripped over a bundle of wires, and fell to the floor with a thump.
The other three chuckled, and Kurt walked over to help Blaine up.
"Well, I think that we should really get going, our reservations are in half an hour," Puck said, wrapping his arm around Quinn's waist.
"Go ahead, I'll stay here and take care of the mess that is Blaine," Kurt said, and waved as the pair exited the studio. "Honestly, honey, when was the last time you ate something, or slept, or just relaxed?" He asked, and he helped Blaine to his feet.
"Uh, last week?" Blaine answered sheepishly, cleaning the dust off of his knees.
"You are impossible," Kurt said, and leaned in for a quick kiss.
"Somehow, no one but the person who I have sworn to spend the rest of my life with thinks that," Blaine answered with a smirk.
"They don't know you like I do."
"And yet, you seem to have promised me the same thing."
"There is obviously something very wrong with me."
"We'd better get you to a doctor right away."
"Oh, but Dr. Anderson, I just had a check-up with you last week," Kurt answered with a giggle, as he traced his fingers down the buttons of Blaine's shirt.
"Oh, so we are going to do this?" Blaine asked, "You know I'm no good at it."
"Blaine! Just go with it!" Kurt chided, and hit Blaine softly on the chest.
Blaine put on his most serious face, "You have to come in for another check-up because you have been a very naughty boy!"
"What did I do wrong?" Asked Kurt, with his most innocent voice, his eyes big as he looked into Blaine's.
"Oh, I don't know, Kurt, I can't do this at work. It feels weird, and wrong, and when Noah comes in tomorrow, he'll smell the dirty talk in here. I just know it," Blaine whined.
"Well, we'd better get you home, then, where you can be more comfortable," Kurt answered, and dragged Blaine by the arm towards the exist of the studio.
"I'm always up for being comfortable," Blaine replied, and followed Kurt out of building, into their car, through their house, and into their bedroom. Where they both got very comfortable.