Author's Note: Yet another drabble written for my RP. My lovely friend CJ, who plays Brittany, and I have an amazing friendship between her and Blaine, and this pretty much sums it all up. It's kinda sucky, but I felt like uploading anyway.
"Blaine?" a soft voice called out from the doorway to his bedroom. He stirred in his sleep, not fully awake yet. The voice called his name again, a bit louder this time, as if had come closer. Groaning, he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His face scrunching up a bit, he flicked on his light, the sudden change in lighting hurting his eyes.
"Britt?" he asked, voice raspy and gravely from sleep. "It's three o'clock in the morning. What are you doing up? Do you need anything."
The girl was silent for a moment, as if she were afraid that Blaine would bite her head off for simply speaking. Her shadow came closer, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"..Brittany?"
"Yeah?" she whispered.
"What's the matter?"
"There's a monster in your living room."
Blaine blinked, eyes now adjusted to the lighting. A monster? What was she talking about. Shaking his head, he spoke again. "What do you mean, Britt? There's no monster."
Brittany's eyes widened, as if he'd just informed her that the sky wasn't blue, but in fact a deep shade of red. "Blaine, I think I know what a monster looks like. Can you like, help me get rid of it?"
He was just about to tell her that there was nothing he could do, when a thought popped into his mind. "Stay here for a second, okay? I know what to do."
The two of them stood in their pajamas in the living room, couch pulled out to form a bed. Brittany stood behind him, hands wrapped around her small body. She was still confused as to what Blaine had in mind, but she figured she should let him do it, since he always knew exactly what to do.
Taking out a spray bottle that he'd filled with water and leftover glitter from Sunny's last craft, Blaine turned to face the blonde girl behind him.
"Where'd you see him?" he asked, in a very serious tone of voice. Had it been anyone other than Brittany, Blaine would've told them to knock it off, and gone back to sleep. But it was Brittany, and that meant he'd try a little harder.
"Over by the closet," she whispered, shaking from a draft coming from a window. He nodded, and moved over to the door, crouching low.
Looking back on his friend, he sprayed the water all over the door, some of the glitter sitcking to the wood, shining in the low light. Smiling, he turned around, bottle still in his hand.
"Done," he said proudly, the sight of Brittany's smile letting him know that it had been worth it.
"You're the best Blainers!" she squeeled, moving forward to swallow him in a hug, her arms wrapped around his neck. "What'd you spray over there though?"
Picking his arm up to show her the bottle, he grinned again. "Monster Spray," he said, eyes locked on Brittany's perplxed disposition. "My mom used to use it when I got scared of monsters when I was little. It must still work," he said, giving her one more smile, before they both went back to bed.
