A/N: So, I currently have writer's block for ALL of my fics (boo) so I've decided to at LEAST keep with the writing. This will be a series of Klaine drabbles, anywhere from angst, humor, romance, smut, cotton candy fluff...AND JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, if YOU GUYS have ANY prompts, (cause, really, I'll write just about anything) please PM or shoot me a tweet chrisisanangel_ ! They'll be long...short...in between...so yah. I hope you enjoy them! :)
Chapter 1- A Serious Talk
On an overcast, chilly Saturday, Kurt walked slowly through the graveyard to visit his mothers' tombstone. As he carried a fresh bouquet of daisies, he thought about what he would say to her this time. He tries to visit her quite often, when he isn't so wrapped up in his studies at Dalton.
But THIS time it's different.
He found her grave, and walked up with a smile. "H-Hi, mom. I know it's been a while. I'm so sorry..." He squat down to gently place the flowers next to the neatly engraved words, Elizabeth Hummel, beloved mother, wife, and friend. "I want to talk to you about a boy. He's the most caring, amazing, smart, and he's handsome...I want to tell him how I feel, but I'm scared...His name is Blaine." Kurt said quietly as he stands back up, wiping his pants off. He faces the wind. He noticed that the wind is not as calm as it usually is.
"I really think you would like him. We have alot in common and I find myself daydreaming about him alot..." Kurt paused, thinking about his next words. "I wish you could meet him, mom..." Kurt sighed heavily, and turned to look for his Dalton friends. He spotted Jeff with his boyfriend, Nick, and Thad, and of course, Blaine, all chatting lowly amongst themselves off in the distance. Kurt pondered out loud, "My friends and I are going out for pizza later...maybe I can tell him how I feel..."
Kurt smiled at Blaine and Jeff goofing off, with a very bemused Nick watching. Blaine had the feeling he was being watched, and turned to find Kurt looking at them. He shrugged, and shouts a very loud, Hey! when Jeff playfully punched him in the shoulder.
"Thank you for always listening to me. I love you, mom." Kurt said softly, with a single tear falling down his porcelain cheek.
As he walked towards his new friends, now feeling better, he felt like he no longer carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I'll tell him how I feel. Today.