This is my first time writing Klaine - I live in the UK, so it's not really set in any particular timeline, but Blaine and Kurt are dating. Please review!
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, Britain would get the episodes straight after they aired in America. I don't, so we have to deal with being half a season behind.
Why is it that whenever you take down Christmas decorations, one measly bit of tinsel always seems to get left behind? And why does nobody ever bother to remove it?
This was the thought in Kurt Hummel's brain as he sat in the common room staring at the offending Christmassy scrap hanging limply from the ceiling. It bugged Kurt immensely for some reason, and he found himself determined to get rid of it. The problem was, the ceiling was far too high for him to simply reach up and pull the stupid thing down. He was going to have to get creative.
Flinging his revision notes onto the empty spot beside him, Kurt grabbed a metal ruler from his bag and stood on tiptoes, attempting to flick the tinsel from the plaster. Unfortunately, for all its spiral staircases and leather chairs, Dalton Academy was actually quite warn down, and in flicking away the tinsel, he also took away a chunk of plaster.
Kurt let out a strangled squawk. There was a hole in the ceiling - that was vandalism. Dalton's zero-tolerance policy probably covered vandalism too. Kurt could get kicked out! He'd have to return to McKinley, and face Krofskey, and leave Wes and David and Blaine! Blaine, his boyfriend, who he loved more than anything else in Dalton. Blaine, his knight in shining armour!
"Hey Kurt, what's up?" Blaine! Good, rule-abiding Blaine who loved Dalton and would kill him if he saw what Kurt had done to his beloved school's ceiling.
"Nothing! Well, something. The ceiling, for one thing. Hahahaha..." Kurt's voice was even higher than usual. Blaine smiled and sauntered over to where Kurt stood, hands clasping the ruler behind his back.
"What's got into you?" he smiled, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt mentally swore, and attempted to shove the ruler into the back pocket of his trousers, but missed. Blaine let out a yelp of pain and pulled his hands away.
"Ouch! What the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry!" said Kurt, wringing his hands. "Is it bleeding? Do you need a bandage? I'm sorry!" He said again. Blaine had his head down, and his shoulders were shaking. "Oh my Gaga, Blaine? Blaine? Are you ok?"
Blaine held up a hand to silence Kurt. He was shaking with silent mirth. "Kurt - I'm fine!" he laughed. "No harm done, see?" He held out his hand for Kurt to examine. Kurt let out a relieved sigh. "Is everything ok, though? You seem a little jumpy."
"Fine - I'm fine." Said Kurt, his voice a good octave above average. (Well, exactly an octave. Even in times of stress, Kurt liked to get things right.)
"Are you sure?" asked Blaine, raising an eyebrow. "Because there's a chunk missing from the ceiling where I know for a fact there used to be a scrap of tinsel from Wes and David's pathetic attempt at a cleanup job, and you're looking extremely guilty."
"How could you possibly work that out?"
"How could I tell that my boyfriend was worrying about something?" Blaine grinned, wrapping his arms around Kurt again. "Because when you love someone you just know these things." He kissed Kurt softly, and pulled away. "Don't panic, the school board is hardly going to be mad about a lump of plaster. Come on - you can revise later."