A/N: This is addicting to write…
"!" I hear voices calling my name as they sprint down the hallway and then David and Wes were spilling into my room, tripping and crashing over each other.
"Yes?" I ask with a sigh, unfortunately used to their antics.
"We need you in the choir room! Kurt!"And then they run screaming out of the room down the halls as curious heads peek out of their doors.
I almost ignored their childish requests but what if something had happened to Kurt? He could be hurt! Oh gosh! I run out of the dorm room, sprinting the path that the previous energetic boys had taken, using the same shortcut I had shown Kurt when he had come to spy.
"Kurt?" I asked, sliding to a stop at the choir room door. He was sitting on the couch, hands folded neatly in his lap.
"Blaine! Wes and David said something about duets?" he asked and I looked at him unknowingly until I heard a familiar chuckle coming from the doorway.
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"Phase One complete." I whisper to David and he chuckles as we step into the room.
"Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here!" David cries in a voice that almost convinced ME that he was shocked. Blaine and Kurt glared at us from each other's sides, their hands reaching to intertwine.
"We decided you have spent plenty of time fooling around, getting to know each other, blah, blah, blah. So we have decided to have an official ceremony!" I step in, walking a little bit closer to the suspicious pair. Kurt had a look that said 'Not again.' And Blaine's eyebrows had furrowed together in a way that made it look like there was a caterpillar crawling across his forehead.
"Kurt Hummel." I stated.
"Blaine Anderson." David added.
"We now dub thee, Klaine!" we exclaimed at the same time but neither of their looks of confusion were erased.
"Klaine…?" Blaine said warily, rubbing his forehead.
"Kurt plus Blaine!" I say, looking at them like they were idiots. Kurt's face slowly became clearer.
"It's our couple name." he said to Blaine and Blaine looked at him lovingly.
"We have a couple name now!" Blaine exclaimed, looking like a little boy on Christmas.
"You may now kiss the bride, blah, blah, blah." I finished and Wes and I made a speedy exit before we were subjected to their sweet man kisses.
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When Wes and I returned to the choir room a half hour later Klaine was sitting on the couch singing a sappy duet. I rolled my eyes and turned to Wes.
"Why do we subject ourselves to this torture?" I ask and he looks at me.
"It's all for Klaine."
A/N: IM SO PROUD I UPDATED TWICE IN A ROW! Yay me:) This is so much fun to write… But I need suggestions, who should I do next? The only couple I plainly refuse to do is Kurtofsky. EW!
