Klaine: The Life and Times of Kurt and Blaine
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the songs used as titles, and no infringement is intended.
Summary: Random little ficlets, vingettes, and drabbles concerning little moments in the life of Klaine. From the absurd to the fluffy. Enjoy!
A/N: I am picking up my pen, figuratively, for the first time in years. Tentatively, the timeline for this story is set in the summer before season three, but that's not set in stone. Prompts are taken from whatever song pops up on my iPod. I can't believe I've been part of this site for eleven years. That's really kind of crazy. Please read and review if you want. ~Med
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Kurt Hummel sat across the table from his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, at the Lima Bean. Their coffee tradition had yet to cease even though the school year had come to an end a few weeks previously. Neither boy felt the need to end their meetings-let's face it-there wasn't much to do in Lima Ohio. Kurt rested his hands on the table and peered intently at his boyfriend until the younger boy looked up slightly startled.
"Uh, Kurt, what's up? Is something bothering you? I felt you staring from across the table." Blaine pushed his own cup aside, and placed a hand on top of his boyfriend's.
Kurt chuckled, "I was just thinking about what everyone in New Directions thought Nations was going to be like."
Blaine considered this, "How do you mean, in what way?"
Kurt rested his chin in his hands and organized his thoughts for a minute or two before he spoke. He didn't want any of what he said coming off as a slight to any of his fellow glee club members.
"Well, it seems before we left for New York that there was this air of relief-making it to Nationals-all our social standings would be absolved. Then we come home with twelfth place, and nothing has changed. Would coming in first have actually made us Glee kids popular?" he asked.
Blaine squeezed his hand, "I don't know, Baby, that's a pretty tall order, but does it really matter if you're popular? In a few years, you'll be blowing all those Lima Losers away, when you're strutting your stuff on Broadway."
Kurt smiled, "Yeah you're right." He picked up his coffee again, "This will all be a hazy memory. None of this humiliation will matter then, being popular in high school is so superficial. When we're stars that will last."
The boys finished their coffee and walked out of the coffee shop hand in hand, dreaming of the day when they would be appreciated for their true talent, and not the position they held in the pecking order.