Disclaimer: No, I don't own glee. Or Kurt. Or Blaine. Or anything. Thank you very much.
A/N: Prompt from my Tumblr was "GIMME ANYTHING KLAINE. :D". And this qualified. Kthxbai.
Kurt's phone vibrated as he stumbled out of his car, pulling his Dalton blazer from the passenger seat as he went. He pulled it out as he shut the car door with his elbow and pressed send without checking to see who it was.
"Hello?" He asked a little breathlessly, fumbling with his keys and trying to keep a hold on his bookbag and blazer.
There was a very distinct chuckle from the other end of the phone, and Kurt felt himself smile despite his rush. "Is that any way to greet your boyfriend?"
Kurt smirked at the phone and propped it against his ear with his shoulder, trying to unlock the door and make sure Finn didn't follow through on his threats to defile his room. "I'll try again." He cleared his throat, and raised the pitch of his voice to a squeaky, girly whine of a falsetto. "Oh hello, Blaine. How are you, my darling?"
Blaine burst into a fit of giggles as Kurt finally succeeded opening the door and dropping his supplies on the floor. He closed the door with a muted slam and sighed against the phone.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, still giggling. "Kurt, you still there, babe?"
Kurt grabbed the book bag from the floor and slipped the blazer under his arm as he answered, "Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart, I'm still here."
"You sound… distracted." Came Blaine's voice, pout evident in his voice. "And I miss you."
"I just left, Blaine." Kurt said, rolling his eyes as he waved to his dad and shuffling up the stairs to his room. "You can't miss me if I've only been gone for a couple hours."
Blaine huffed at the phone, and the static made Kurt cringe as he dropped his bag on the floor and headed to his closet to hang up his blazer. "I can so. I do. Proof that I can. Duh."
Kurt laughed, leaning against his bed as he smiled at Blaine. "If you say so. If it makes you feel any better, I miss you too. Even thought its only been about two hours."
"Two hours, forty-six minutes, actually, babe." And there was that pout again. Kurt smiled and shook his head as he got up and opened the closet.
Blaine had just begun counting exactly how many seconds Kurt had been away when Kurt screamed.
"Kurt? What happened? Kurt!" The phone was on the ground, and Blaine's static-y voice sounded from the floor. Kurt was standing there, staring, horrified at his closet.
Blaine's voice continued to call to Kurt from the floor as Kurt dashed down the stairs, screaming Finn's name.
"Finn Hudson! Get out here right now!" He cried, slamming at Finn's door. "What did you do to my clothes. That is thousands of dollars worth of stuff, you know! FINN!"
Ten minutes later:
"Sorry, Blaine. You still here?" Kurt breathed heavily into the phone, faking cheerfulness.
Blaine sounded slightly terrified. "Um… yeah. I'm here. What happened?"
"Don't ask." Kurt sat down on his bed, running a hand over his face.
Blaine was still completely frightened. "Okaaaaay… I just… that was really kind of weird, you know."
Kurt smiled slightly at the phone, leaning against his headboard. "Lets just say that I hate April first."
"But it's the Weasley twins' birthday!"
Kurt laughed, curling up with the phone into his pillows. "God, I love you."
"Love you too, Kurt. Even when you're screaming about thousand dollar coats."