It's Eighty-six Degrees Out: A Klaine Drabble
"Kurt, hurry up!" Blaine called up the stairs.
"Hold on, I'm looking for my new Marc Jacobs scarf!" I yelled back down. I could practically see Blaine roll his eyes.
I heard footsteps thundering up the stairs, and then Blaine pushed my bedroom door open. I scowled.
"Oh, you're lucky I'm only missing a scarf," I said. Blaine grinned.
"What would you do if somebody stole all of your scarves?" Blaine asked. I swatted at him.
"I don't want to think about it," I shuddered. Just thinking about life without scarves scared me. Blaine laughed and picked up a black-and-blue-striped scarf.
"Will this work?" Blaine asked. I sighed.
"No," I shook my head. "That is so 2009."
"How about this one?" Blaine held up a black-and-blue-checkered scarf.
I shook my head again. "2010."
Blaine rolled his eyes and held up a black-and-blue scarf with a strange pattern that vaguely reminded me of hands.
"First off, 2011. Second, that scarf doesn't even match my outfit."
"Why are so many of your scarves black-and-blue?"
"The colors go well with my skin!"
Blaine groaned and turned to my scarf drawer. He rummaged through it for a minute.
"Do you really even need a scarf?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"Yes, I do!" I snapped.
"Well, I don't even know what I'm looking for here!" Blaine cried. "What does the scarf look like?"
"… Like a scarf," I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm. Blaine laughed.
"Okay, but I think you're missing one major detail here, Kurt," Blaine said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"… It's eight-six degrees outside."