Hey guys! This is my first of hopefully many Fanfictions in the Glee fandom – I'm lowering myself into the snake pit gently (I hope) with this collection of mini one-shots. If any of you are following me in the hopes of another Dramione tale, DO NOT GIVE UP ON ME, it's in the works as we speak! Recently, I've been obsessing more and more over Kurt and Blaine and my left brain has been craving some good old fluffy romantic Klaine love. I hope to update this collection a couple of times a week.
I'm accepting prompts for Klaine one-shots, if anyone is giving them!
Warning: this is one hundred percent fluffy adorableness. You may want to schedule an appointment with your dentist – this collection may give you a fair few cavities.
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One - Sweet:
Kurt Hummel had never cared much for the taste of vanilla. Boring and bland, vanilla was overly sweet and far too generic for Kurt's remarkable and refined personal palate – even now, at the ripe old age of eighteen, the age at which he was walking the line between teenager and adult, sometimes swaying to one side, sometimes the other, he couldn't help but be reminded of the jelly and ice cream served at those silly, juvenile birthday parties his father had forced him to attend in his youth.
"You're going to the party, Kurt," Burt Hummel had told his only son on the morning of a classmate's tenth birthday party. As usual, he nodded obediently and groaned a reluctant reply. When Kurt left the room, he could still hear his parents murmuring to one another about how spending more time with the neighbourhood boys would help to 'toughen him up' and 'straighten him out'.
But right then, as Blaine Anderson sat down opposite him at their usual table at the Lima Bean and set down two steaming polystyrene cups, Kurt caught a whiff of his boyfriend's half-fat vanilla latte and didn't wince. Despite his acting skills, he was unable to entirely suppress his surprise.
"What's wrong?" asked Blaine, an amused smile playing around his lips.
"Nothing," Kurt assured him, returning his grin wholeheartedly. "Vanilla latte? That isn't your usual coffee order," he noted.
"I felt like doing something wild and interesting," Blaine teased lightly, picking up the frothy latte. "Do you want a taste?"
Kurt nodded enthusiastically, fascinated by his own willingness, and reached out his hand to take the cup but, to his surprise, Blaine leaned across the little wooden table, a charming smile on his handsome face, and raised it gently to his mouth. He tilted the cup and Kurt parted his lips, allowing the hot, sweet liquid passage. All the while, Blaine's eyes never left Kurt's. They gazed at one another for an endless moment. A tingle of electricity shuddered coursed through Kurt's body, flaring at every nerve ending, and, for a moment, his heart pounded so fast and so vociferously that he was sure Blaine could hear it. Then, far too quickly, Blaine lowered the cup, relaxed back in his seat and chuckled once.
"I'm shaking," he laughed, confirming the statement by raising his hand. His fingers were trembling gently. "See what you do to me?"
Needless to say, Kurt Hummel had no problem with the taste of vanilla from that day on.