(A/N) Deer lordeh. This is the sad product you get when you have an angst writer attempt to do a fluff piece. *sigh* Enjoi what you can, please try to ignore slightly OOC Blaine.

Disclaimer- I do now own Glee or its characters, as they belong to FOX. I do not own the briefly mentioned Reed Van Kamp, as he belongs to CP Coulter and her beautiful Dalton!verse.


Blaine Ex-Warbler Anderson was NOT used to these cheap, plastic, public school chairs.

No, he was not. Not at all. Blaine- posh, dapper, semi- rich Blaine was used to Dalton's chairs. Dalton's big, comfy, heavy, plush, wooden, sturdy chairs. Chairs that didn't tip over.

But, nevertheless, when the music in Glee club started on Blaine's first day at McKinley High, Blaine instinctively jumped up on to one of the chairs and started singing. He didn't sing for long.

Blaine's world tilted, and suddenly, with a great big THUD, he was on the ground next to a tipped- over, cheap, plastic, public school chair.

"Ow," he said, dazed.

"Damn, man, are you okay?" Finn asked, righting the toppled chair.

Blaine opened his bleary eyes to see the New Directions standing over him, looking down with various expressions of worry on their faces.

"Ow," Blaine said again, as his arm began to throb with pain. He cradled it in his other arm and whined, "Kuuuuuuuurt! !"

"I'm here, I'm here," said Kurt, chuckling slightly and squatting on the floor next to Blaine. He tut-tutted as he took Blaine's arm ("Ow, Kurt! Ow ow ow! Ow, KUUUUUURT! BE GENTLE! OWWWW!") and held it in his hands.

"What am I going to do with you?" Kurt mused as he rolled up Blaine's sweater sleeve.

Underneath was an inch long, barely bleeding little cut on Blaine's elbow.

Blaine howled in pain.

Kurt gave him an incredulous, "are- you- kidding- me" look. "Really, Blaine? Really?"

"It hurts!"

Kurt sighed. "Fine." Then the hilarity of the situation hit him, and he burst into laughter.

Blaine nodded. "Nice. Real nice. Laugh at my pain."

Mr. Schue chuckled. "Blaine, do you think you need to go to the nurse?" he asked, trying to sound caring.

Blaine puffed out his chest in what he thought (hoped) was a tough manner. "I think I'll be okay."

"I have band-aids," Rachel offered.

"That's alright," said Blaine, "I have some of my own."

Blaine limped over to his backpack (limped? His arm was what was hurt!) and produced a box of Hello Kitty band- aids. Kurt raised his eyebrows.

Blaine coughed a little. "They're, um, Reed's favorite. They're for Reed."

"Sure," said Kurt, grinning and taking the box.

He pulled out a band-aid and peeled off the wrapper. This one featured Hello Kitty playing a game with her friend, Choco Cat. He placed it on Blaine's boo-boo and flattened it down. After he finished, he started to get up, but Blaine was giving him an expectant look.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Kiss it!" Blaine said, as though it were obvious that this was what Kurt was supposed to do.

Kurt laughed. "Sure." He kissed Blaine's elbow, and Blaine smiled. "Feels better already!" he enthused.

From that day, Blaine swore to fall off as many chairs as he could, so long as it meant getting Kurt to kiss his boo-boos.


(A/N) Oh my god. I'm sorry for scarring you with that.

If you review, I promise never to torture you with fluff ever again. Unless, by some crazy juice in your morning cheerios (lol see what I did there) you liked it. If you liked it, tell me, and I'll write more fluff.

Whatever floats your boat, fellas. *waves arm dismissively*