I thought of this while trying to figure out what pet name Blaine would use for Kurt. "Babe" and "honey" never sat well with me, so I decided to give this a try.
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Kurt doesn't know where it came from.
The first time it happened was when they were at the movies, waiting in line to get tickets. It was the weekend, and the Warblers had this tradition of hanging out together.
The male diva was getting annoyed at the slow procession and began whispering his exasperations to himself. He HATED incompetence. It reminded him of McKinley.
Blaine chuckled at his friend's behavior. "Calm down, angel, patience is a virtue."
Kurt was shocked. Sure, it wasn't like Blaine had called him, "my beautiful, sparkling lover," but when a person's used to "fag", "Lady", and "Kurt"—it's sad that those are the names he was most referred to—,"angel" isn't even considered as a possibility. Except in his dreams. And yes, the Warbler could have just been using the pet name in context with the proverb, but still.
Kurt had to blink a few times before he could feel his legs again.
They started happening more often, and they got less punny.
"Hey, angel, in theology class…"
"Angel, you voice is perfect for this song."
"Well, if our angel would grace us with his presence…"
"Angel, I found this new musical on the internet that's just divine."
"So, angel, how did your math test go?"
Just like that. In everyday conversation. And no one so much as raised an eyebrow at the term of endearment being directed at him. It was disquieting. And curious. So he decided to ask the two people he knew were authorities on Blaine.
"He's been calling you that ever since he met you," David answered.
"What? No, he—"
"Well, not to your face," was supplied by Wes.
"So we were all used to it by now," the other council member continued. "You know, I wasn't surprised when he finally let it slip in front of you."
"Oh." The youngest boy had to fight to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "So it's just something he does, huh?"
"'Just something he does'? Kurt, you haven't noticed?"
The two seniors were met with a confused look.
Wes elaborated with a sigh. "You're the only one he uses a special name for."
Kurt's eyes widened at the implication, but he remained guarded. "That doesn't mean—"
"Kurt." Wes gave him his trademark hard, no-nonsense look, complete with hands, fingers laced, in his lap, back straight, and a slight nod.
This time the countertenor couldn't help the joy and hope rushing into him. "Really?" he breathlessly allowed.
Wes nodded slowly while David grinned a, "Duh."
"Wes, you're an absolute jerk, but I love you!" he squealed—actually squealed!—happily before lunging at the boy in a hug.
Of course, that was the exact moment Blaine opened the door.
And then without even blinking, closed it in front of him.
David was the first one to say, "Shit."
After an intense amount of ice cream and explanations, and obligatory singing on both sides, everything was cleared up, and everything went back to normal.
Except now there were reactions to the nickname: endless jokes about corruption, sins of the flesh, and Blaine getting some angel food cake.
Well. Glad you stuck it this far. I hope you could follow me. I tried my best to keep everyone in character. Much luv, you guys.
