I, obviously, don't own Glee or its characters. If I did, there would be more Klaine scenes!
This is just a drabble I wrote for my Klaine shipper heart. Aha. This idea randomly came to me, and I hope you enjoy it! Please, read and review!
"Dad!" Kurt Hummel hollered as he entered his father and stepmother's home in Lima, Ohio. It had been a long, 3 day, ride from New York City, and Kurt's back was sore.
Kurt walked further into the house, pausing to drop his bags a few yards from the front door. Then, he looked around the eerily quiet house and smiled to himself. Everything was just as he remembered it. Walking toward the kitchen, Kurt continued to catalogue his surroundings.
He suddenly stopped when he heard the light banging of pans coming from the kitchen. Kurt picked up the nearest object he could use to defend himself, a thick, hardcover, book, and he walked into the kitchen.
"I have a book, and I'm not afraid to use it!" Kurt said as he walked into the kitchen. Abruptly, he stopped and cocked his head as he saw who the mysterious stranger was in his dad's kitchen.
He dropped the book on the kitchen floor and ran to hug the intruder. Kurt sighed in appreciation and relief as the boy - well, man - hugged him back.
"I missed you so much, Blaine," Kurt whispered and planted a kiss on the base of his boyfriend's neck.
Blaine pulled back, his eyes watery with unshed tears, and whispered, "I missed you too. Things aren't the same when you aren't here." He cupped Kurt's face in his hands and place a soft, passionate, kiss on Kurt's face.
"You take my breath away," Blaine breathed as he pulled back.
Kurt smiled at his boyfriend, remembering the first time he had spoken those words himself. "Where's my dad and Carole?"
Blaine made a pouty face, "I'm not good enough?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, and Blaine said, "They let us have the house to ourselves. We're eating dinner with them tomorrow night."
Kurt's eyes glazed over for a moment, "Just us? All night?"
"Yes. We can catch up and talk about the newest issue of Vogue, and we can…" he smirked at Kurt as his voice went down an octave, "play a game." Kurt's eyes darkened slightly as he smirked at Blaine in return.
Half an hour later, Kurt and Blaine were sitting across from each other at the dining room table, eating a delicious meal that, after a failed attempt at making Kurt's favorite dish, Blaine had ordered for them. They were talking about Kurt's first few months at NYADA and Blaine's first few months of his senior year at McKinley.
They held hands on the table top and kissed as often as they wished.
"Just seven more months," Kurt said, a smile spanning his face.
"And then we'll be together in New York," Blaine nodded with a smile that matched Kurt's on his face. He took Kurt's left hand and kissed each knuckle before placing it back on the table.
"Are you done your dinner?" he asked.
"Yes," Kurt nodded with a small smile on his face.
"Then, I guess it's time for dessert," Blaine suggested as his eyebrow quirked.
Kurt's smile grew into a grin, "I guess it is."
I hope you liked it! Please review! Thanks so much! This is my first Klaine fic, so I would love some feedback! ((: