d i s c l a i m e r : i d o n o t o w n g l e e .
Title: Way Too Seriously
Pairing/s: Kurt X Blaine
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: "Take a picture. It lasts longer."
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A flash.
Kurt wasn't amused, no, not at all. Nope, absolutely no.
Another flash.
Sure it made him feel like there were hundreds of cameras taking photographs of him after his big debut on Broadway, but that was beside the point.
Another flash.
On hindsight, he should have expected this from his adorable-but-completely-dorky boyfriend.
"Blaine, honey. Is this really necessary?" he asked, one perfectly carved eyebrow twitching.
There was no reply, only the incessant clicks and flashes that his boyfriend's camera was causing. A little exasperated, Kurt reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand, looking at the curly-haired boy with the question in his eyes.
"Not really." the former Warbler answered with a big smile on his face. The countertenor opened his mouth to retort but Blaine quickly pecked him on the lips. Surprised, the other boy was able to take another shot of him before speaking once more. "I'm just taking your suggestion, babe. Which was great by the way."
Kurt merely sighed.
. . . p i c t u r e s . . .
The countertenor was futilely trying to finish reading the chapter they need for class as he was lying down on his bed. However, the distracting flashes and giggles from his boyfriend prevented him from doing so. Well, that was until he heard a whine from the older boy. He looked up and saw Blaine shaking his phone like a madman, all the while whining and muttering stuff like 'why are you doing this to me' and others that were too incoherent to be understood.
"Sweetie? What's wrong?" he asked, setting the book down and putting his whole attention on his boyfriend.
Blaine turned his attention on him and as soon as he did, the diva quickly noticed the look on the other boy's face which he had dubbed before as I-am-a-kicked-puppy-feel-sorry-for-me look.
"My phone's memory is full," he mumbled dejectedly, flopping down beside Kurt, "Now I have to start bringing a camera with me."
The petite boy rolled his eyes at Blaine's childishness then moved so he was sitting beside the former Warbler.
"Fine," he said, pressing a chaste kiss on Blaine's lips, "You can stare at me so you don't have to take hundreds of photos of me. People might think you're a stalker."
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a / n
P.S. In my headcanon, Blaine is older that Kurt. Dunno why. Meep.
This is a drabble. I repeat this is a drabble. *sigh* Why can't I write long stories anymore? *le pout*
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