Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the characters in Glee, any of the music on Glee that I mentioned in here, or any of the actors on the Glee. I just own Glee merchandise. (If I did own it, there would be so much more Klaine.)

Me: Hey so this is my first story posted on here! I'm still pretty new to fanfiction writing, period though (though I've read a lot), so please be nice.

Kurt: They will, I'm sure.

Blaine: Yah, so Kurt and I get fluff? Yay! ^_^

Kurt: Wow, Blaine. Really?

Blaine: You know you love it when we get fluff, Kurt! :-D

Kurt: *blush* Yes, I kind of really do.

Me: So, yah, ANYWAY, these are just some drabbles I did. They're kind of long *sweatdrop* and I guess they kind of have an ongoing storyline, but the words are just random words suggested by my friends. It was a challenge, but I did it! I'll probably add on gradually, so yay! Please enjoy and review!

Moving

Kurt Hummel watched his boyfriend lug the last box of theirs into their new apartment. It wasn't terribly huge, only one bedroom, one bathroom, plus the kitchen and living room, but it was pretty good for two students. They both had jobs and classes on top of that now, so they were joyous they were moving in together as they'd actually get to see each other this way. The jobs, though, were mainly to help with the rent, even though their parents were helping out too. Kurt couldn't wait to unpack everything and decorate a little. He felt so lucky just moving in with Blaine, though. This was their first apartment. It was a home. Their home. Blaine came over to him and wrapped an arm around him.

"You thinking about all the things we'll be able to do now, without being scared of parents walking in?" He teased, nuzzling his boyfriend's neck.

Kurt giggled, but shook his head. "No, I'm thinking about how this is our home…. I love you Blaine."

"And I love you Kurt." Blaine kissed him softly and pulled away. He looked over the seas of boxes. "Our home... Now we get to unpack all the stuff for our home."

"Haha," Kurt fake laughed. "Oh, the joys of moving!"

Puppy

Blaine Anderson had always wanted a dog for as long as he could remember but, for reasons unknown to him, his parents had never allowed him to get one. So, after he and Kurt had moved in together and were celebrating Blaine's birthday for the first time in their new place, when he walked into the small space to see the cat loving Kurt being licked to death on their couch by a small Jack Russell Terrier puppy with a bow around its neck, well…. He couldn't but squeal with delight. Kurt noticed this and, blushing, looked up. He said a quick "happy birthday, Blaine" before being happily mauled again by the little dog in his lap.

Hatred

The one thing that Kurt could honestly say he hated were the few days Blaine would come home to their small apartment and find Kurt crying on their bed, or when Blaine would come home and sit down on their couch and cry. These days always went the same way. They would go off to work or class and someone would say something – usually along the lines of rainbow jumper, or fag, or something much worse – that would cause either or both of them to just breakdown at the end of the day. But no matter how hard it got, they always knew that they had each other.

But the one day that Kurt experienced the most intense hatred of his life was when he came home from class one day to find Blaine sobbing on the couch. He quickly went over to comfort him and asked what had happened, only to find out that Blaine's dad had called Blaine a fag after the dark haired boy admitted that he was going to ask Kurt to marry him. Kurt knew Blaine and his father had never been on excellent terms after Blaine had come out, but he was surprised at the words spoken. As Kurt held Blaine, he decided he had never hated anyone more than he hated Blaine's father right then. But he realized that he had also never been happier after realizing what it was Blaine was going to do that had caused his dad to say what he had.

Love

Both Kurt and Blaine decided they had never loved before they loved each other. Every little crush before was nothing. All that mattered was that they had each other now. And they found something they loved about each other more than anything else, and could easily state when they fell in love. For Kurt, he loved the way that Blaine was so confident and courageous and seemed to always know exactly what to say at exactly the right moment, and he had fallen in the love the moment he grabbed Blaine's arm that first moment on the staircase in Dalton. He makes that clear by saying almost every chance he gets, "I grabbed your arm, Blaine, yours. Out of all the boys passing by me at that moment that I could've asked…I chose you. And I can safely say that was the moment that I fell in love with you."

Blaine knew that he loved how Kurt was just…everything. Like how'd he never wear the same outfit twice or how he'd zig just when Blaine would think he'd zag. It's the same trait that makes Blaine want to never miss anything and insures he won't. Blaine also knew that the moment he fell truly, deeply in love with Kurt was when Kurt sang Blackbird when Pavarotti died. Something about that performance – how it was so emotional and heartfelt – it made Blaine feel as though he had finally found the something missing in his life and was left wondering how he had ever lived without it. And it was love that make Kurt say yes when Blaine proposed. That love made the world a little brighter.

White

It was not that Kurt hated the color white in a color scheme for a wedding. Actually, he thought it could be very tasteful if done correctly. But when Blaine suggested Kurt wear a white suit for their wedding, Kurt wrinkled his nose in distaste. There a few moments of silence and an exchange that went something like:

"Blaine…. Wedding gowns are white…."

"Yah, so?"

"…Don't you think that may be, oh I don't know, assigning obvious gender roles?"

After Blaine finally got Kurt to calm down enough to let him explain, Blaine assured him he wasn't trying to assign gender roles. He explained that the color white could stand for pureness of the heart and soul and in that context, Kurt was the purest person he knew so he should wear white. Kurt couldn't help but smile at the other boy's reasoning and leaned over their kitchen table to kiss him on the lips. Pulling away, he added:

"Blaine, white is almost always perceived as a semblance of virginity though, especially when worn by the member of a bridal party." Going to lick the shell of Blaine's ear he continued, "And I'm no virgin. I think we both know that."

Blaine gulped. "Yah, but Burt doesn't."

Cloud

One of Kurt's favorite memories was from the first summer that he and Blaine were together. Blaine had gotten them a picnic lunch and they had gone and eaten in the park. Then, after all the food was gone, they had lain on the ground and watched the clouds. They pointed out shapes to each other and laughed. Kurt had never been so happy. So when Blaine apologized for having such a simple and (cringe) cheap date, Kurt merely kissed him on the cheek and assured him that nothing could ever had been so perfect.

Flying

Kurt was surprised by Blaine's reaction the first time they ever flew on a plane together. He was perfectly settled in his seat, ready for another plane ride (only his third), when he looked at Blaine. The curly haired boy was gripping the chair's arms tightly and his eyes were wide. Kurt stifled a giggle at the scared but irresistibly cute expression on his fiancée's face. The fashionable boy managed to pry the other's off the chair and into his hand. Blaine looked at him, the same expression still on his face. Kurt smiled gently.

"Blaine, honey, are you scared?"

Blaine just looked down. "I've only flown a few times. Flying still freaks me out a little."

"Well, don't worry. I'm right here with you," Kurt reassured him. He leaned in closer to the dark haired boy. "You want to know a secret?"

Blaine nodded.

"I've flown lots of times."

"But Kurt, I know for a fact you've only flown a few times."

"Oh, yes, those times. But you're forgetting the other times."

"What other times?" Blaine looked suspicious.

"The times I feel like I'm flying just because I'm talking to you, or you've touched me, or when we're in bed together and you make me —" Kurt leaned over and whispered the rest in Blaine's ear.

Blaine blushed crimson.

Me: So, yep, first chapter of drabbles! I feel like the last one was the weakest, but I don't know.

Blaine: You did great! So sweet and fluffy! And yay! I finally get a puppy! Thank you, Kurtie!

Kurt: Um… it wasn't really my doing. Oh well, you're welcome, Blaine. *smiles and hugs Blaine*

Me: Oh, okay then. *sweatdrop* Well…I only wrote the story…. Anyway, (with that sad excuse for humor) thanks for taking the time to read this if you did and please review. That would make my day! And please be gentle. Remember: New writer and new to the site. Thanks! :-)