Stomachache
Kurt and Blaine were effectively waging psychological warfare on each other with cheesecake.
It was Blaine's, technically, since it was bought for him by some friends for his birthday, as he had taken to reminding his boyfriend periodically when the other boy eyed it every time he opened the door to the fridge. Yes, but it had been sitting in the fridge now for who even remembered how long and Blaine didn't even like cheesecake, Kurt argued. It had become something of an inside joke, because as much as they bickered over it neither was actually going to eat any unless the other did first. It was brought up just enough to keep them from forgetting, but it wasn't a big deal.
Not until it was nearly Christmas, at least, when they couldn't agree on where to go and who to see without spending most of the holiday frantically driving between houses. The whole discussion had ended in a really dramatic blow-out that probably wasn't necessary and an evening of uncomfortable silence in which both boys proved their ability to be stubborn. Blaine had forgotten to say "goodbye" and "I love you" before leaving the next morning, which Kurt had taken very personally. In retaliation, Kurt canceled their lunch plans at the very last minute, meaning Blaine had to search the apartment in the middle of the day, looking for some semblance of a passable meal. That was how he found himself facing the forbidden cheesecake and considering what he should do about it.
Kurt would be so mad if I ate that without him, he thought. It probably wouldn't help anything. In fact, this could be the most immature idea I've ever had. Without giving the matter another thought, Blaine ate half of it, not letting himself think about the fact that he was eating half of a cheesecake, which he didn't really like, just to get back at his boyfriend. He barely spared the time to register how uncomfortably full he was before he was running out of the front door.
Kurt was predictably incensed when he saw the half-empty tray sitting on the counter not-very-much-later that afternoon. He ate it without me, he thought with an undignified shriek of annoyance, and then he just left it out for me to see. He's doing this on purpose, that jerk. He'll probably eat the rest of it in front of me if I just leave it, and he won't even appreciate it. That's genuine New York cheesecake. It deserves to be appreciated. He might have spent an entire five minutes deliberating. Adequate justification in mind, Kurt proceeded to finish it, leaving the tray out just to spite Blaine.
For maybe an hour or two, everything seemed okay, excluding the fact that Kurt and Blaine still weren't talking to each other. By the time Blaine got home, though, desperately seeking some kind of container that he wouldn't later be killed for using, he found Kurt already bent double over the toilet, the picture of devastation. It was kind of heartbreaking. "I'm sorry I ate your cheesecake," he mumbled when he could finally speak.
Blaine dropped heavily to sit on the floor beside him. He hadn't even seen the tray on the counter, but his boyfriend was sick and looked like a kicked puppy, and he just really wanted to fix that. "I'm sorry I psychologically forced you to eat the rest of it."
The other boy, looking just a little better, leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. "That doesn't even make any sense."
Blaine leaned back, too, turning his head slightly towards Kurt and catching sight of one bright-blue eye looking back at him. "This argument doesn't make sense. I mean, who actually argues about Christmas?"
Kurt smiled back at him. "Us?"
Blaine laughed. "Silently. And with cheesecake."
"Stop saying that word," Kurt moaned, "you're gonna make me puke. I hate puking."
His boyfriend leaned in close by Kurt's ear and whispered "Cheesecake," dodging the week slap aimed at his arm. In the end, Blaine was the next one scrambling for the toilet.
They spent most of the evening curled up in the bathroom, and when they finally felt like they could emerge - on shaky legs and clinging to each other tightly to keep from falling over, after they'd both scrubbed their mouths thoroughly - Kurt lit all of the pumpkin-scented candles from thanksgiving that he could find and Blaine turned up the Christmas music in the apartment just loud enough to annoy the neighbors, if they hadn't already left to visit family.
They curled up on the couch together, focused on not thinking about food or eating, and Kurt buried his face into Blaine's curls and mumbled something.
"What was that?"
Leaning back a little, Kurt repeated, "This is going to sound incredibly cheesy, and ugh, I don't want to think about anything cheese-related ever again, but I really don't care where we spend Christmas, as long as I'm with you."
Blaine grinned in a really big way, swooping in to give the slender, sweet boy next to him a little kiss. "You're right, that was cheesy. And I'm really glad to hear it, because I was thinking… Well, since it's our first Christmas together in New York in our wonderful apartment, what if we just spent it here? Not the whole holiday, but a few more days than we were planning to stay, just to ourselves. We could have snowball fights in the park and go ice-skating…"
Kurt shifted and looked at him closely. "Can we do that? Just… bail on everyone?"
The curly-haired boy shrugged, smiling at his boyfriend who looked just a little hopeful. "Well, we were both just mysteriously sick at the same time. We wouldn't want to spread that. Besides, we'll see them all in time for the actual day." Smiling, Kurt leaned in for another kiss, this one much more languid, before nestling back into his boyfriend's side. Blaine looped an arm around his shoulder, taking that for a yes.
"You can't make me eat any dessert when we get there. Possibly ever."
"Deal."
A/N: Cheesecake is the king of all cheese-related desserts. Actually, I only know of one other cheese-related dessert that I've tried, and that involved grated chedder cheese in orange jello. Yep, that's a thing. Sounds delicious, right? (Bleh.)
Anyway, I felt like I should mention it here, since I hadn't before: these drabbles will not necessarily relate to each other, so if you see something that contradicts something else you've read, don't worry! You're not going crazy! (Also, there will probably be guest appearances from other characters, so keep that in mind if it sounds like something you might want to prompt ^_^)
Now, to answer my first reviewer, who is a lovely person and not even a little bit creepy (and thank you kindly for the compliment!): I'm not specifically planning anything particularly dark, but since I know how I am about angst and such, I won't say it'll never happen. Not to worry, though! If I ever include something of that nature, there will be a trigger warning at the top so you know before you read - and because the drabbles are mostly unrelated, you can skip right by any without a problem. (And if you think it's okay for you to read but aren't sure, just send me a message and I'll let you know why the warning is there. ^_^)
As for the AUs, should I ever get a prompt for something that's really out there (think knights, or animals, or so on...) or decide to write something like that, I'll probably create a new drabble series; the drabbles here should be mostly realistic, though they might defy canon every so often. I hope that answered all of your questions! ^_^
Thank you for reading!
(Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and FOX. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and not profit.)
