AN- Ok this is my first time writing, and I'm gunna post them scene at a time. Next one will probably be up the next day if not quicker.
Scene: Kurt's bedroom
Charries: Kurt and Blaine
-The day before Kurt leaves on a week long French trip with his English class to visit a poetry convention-
"I'm gunna really miss you, Kurt."
"Oh Blaine, for the love of GaGa I'm going for a week! One week!"
"But it's going to be so long! I'm gunna miss my baby."
"Call me that again and I will shave off those cute triangular eyebrows of yours."
"Naww, you wouldn't do that, you love me to much." Blaine leaned forward to kiss his soon-to-be-leaving-for-France boyfriend, murmuring, "Unless you meet some cute little voli-von whilst you're away."
"Oh, please Blaine. Will it make you feel safer if I let you call me every night to make sure?"
"But if there is a-"
"I'll put him on the phone and let you both have a chat, happy?"
"Very." Blaine smiled his adorable crooked grin and kissed Kurt on the forehead, "I love you."
"I love you, and I look forward to your fifty texts a day and safety calls for the next week." Kurt rolled his eyes, "It's a school French trip, how much cheating do you think I'll get done? All the guys going are either jocks or closet guys. I think you'll be safe."
"Ok, fine. I trust you, besides," he flexed his wrist in a dramatic way, "You aren't going to do better then me, are you?"
"Is that a challenge?"
"If you want it to be." Blaine smirked, "Ok then, if you can find a guy better then me, send me a picture and I will gladly pay for him to travel back with you and get him a green card."
"You have money to spend importing French guys and yet you still wear last year's line of fashion?" Kurt questioned, fiddling with the colour of Blaine's coat. "You have to let me make you over; please I have been begging you for months now!" he whined.
"And I've told you I'll let you do me a favour…" he tilted his head to whisper in Kurt's ear, "…if you let me give you a favour."
Kurt rolled his eyes, sighing, "For the last time Blaine; we've been dating two weeks. Once we elope to Vegas, marry in an Elvis themed chapel and spend our Honeymoon in Pizza hut… then you can do me all the favours in the world."
Then it was Blaine's turn to sigh, "You're so high maintenance…" he chuckled softly, "You're gunna be a real diva some day."
"I already am one." He pushed Blaine away lightly before strutting around his bedroom with his head held high, "Excuse me papz, Kurt Hummel is coming through!"
Blaine laughed and acted as a body guard, with his arm around Kurt's waist he fought off the invisible paparazzi. "Excuse me sir, no cameras, Mr. Hummel is late for his Prada photo shoot!"
"Oh, Anderson, I'm late for my audition for Rent, that shoot was last week. You're fired!" He dismissed his pretend bodyguard with a limp wrist. Blaine grinned and grabbed him from around the waist. "At last, my duty as your guard was the only thing keeping us apart, but now that that's gone…" He teased Kurt's neck, who simply rolled his eyes.
"My God, you'd think I wad dating sailor on leave."
"Aye aye, sir." Blaine faked a salute.
"I need to finish packing!"
Blaine sighed, "…Fine."