Just little fluffy drabbles:) See you in the bottom!
Warnings : Kurt/Blaine pairing, although you probably already know that.
Disclaimer : I do not own Glee or anything you might recognize.
Deer Dolfin,
Santana towld me that u end the othur dolfin wore fyting aftur glee yesturday. I juss whanted 2 tell u that evreething will b oh kay. Santana and I yoosd 2 fyt but we r happee naow. If u ever need me u can cahll me eneetime u whant. Eccep aftur ate becuz that is wen Lord Tubbington is yooshally ahsleep.
I luv u Kurtsie.
Luv,
Brittany:)
Kurt re-read the letter with a smile on his face. Brittany was always his favorite Cheerio, even if her common sense was a bit clouded. He gently kicked Blaine, who had been studying at the foot of Kurt's bed. "Look at this," he said before handing Blaine the pink, bubblegum scented letter.
Blaine yawned before sitting up to grab the letter. He read the letter – albeit a little slowly due to all the mistakes – and started to laugh. "When did we fight exactly?"
"We weren't – that's the funny part. I don't remember ever even having an argument that would constitute as a fight. Maybe she didn't hear Santana correctly. What rhymes with fight?" Kurt tried to think about Brittany's logic.
Blaine chuckled and sat cross-legged beside Kurt. "There's tight. Santana could be talking about the state of your very flattering skinny jeans." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively making Kurt blush to the tips of his ears.
"I don't think so Blaine." He leaned back on his bed and crossed his arms. "Is that the best you have?"
Blaine scooted forward to kneel right beside Kurt. "Well, there's bite, which I will not fail to mention you were eagerly doing to my neck." He winked and held Kurt's hands in his. "And then there's excite –"
"Don't even go there, Blaine Anderson," Kurt warned. He withdrew his hand and pointed to the foot of the bed, where Blaine's books and binders were stacked. "If you fail your anatomy exam, I will not be responsible for the action, and I know exactly how much it hurts you to get an eighty. So help me Blaine, I will kick you out of my room if I have to." Kurt's speech made him feel like a parent.
"You're so hot when you're mad," Blaine stated before giving Kurt a kiss on the forehead. He shimmied on down to the foot of the bed and began to fiddle with his mechanical pencil. "This sucks," he said after five minutes.
Kurt looked up from his new Vogue magazine, "For you, babe." He ignored the crumpled sheet of paper that was thrown his way.
I felt like writing drabbles about Kurt and Blaine's many friends meddling into their love life. I don't really know how I came up with the idea but I just needed a way to pass the time during my Winter Break.
I hoped you enjoyed this little drabble. There will be more to come:) Please leave a review for any comments/criticisms/suggestions!
-Cesca