A/N: Yup, that's right, another one. This one didn't happen to anyone I know, I just saw it online and got inspired. This one's short though and the "plot" was less towards the autocorrect than I intended, but I still like it.

Also, someone was confused on how I got autocorrect to 'heterosexual' from 'better'. Okay, I was sick and one of my friends was checking up on me. I had thought I wrote 'better' but apparently I wrote 'hetter' which corrected to 'heterosexual'. It was funny, and yes, that really did happen to me.

Anyways, I still do not have a beta, please excuse any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters depicted in this story. This is a work of fan fiction.

"talking"

thoughts

Enjoy!

"Aw! That's sad!"

Blaine looked over at Kurt as he plopped down onto the couch, "What is?"

A few clicks of his phone later the blue-eyed boy looked over at him, "Santana just told me her girlfriend broke up with her!" Kurt pouted and looked down at his phone again and continued typing out a message, "I'm gonna see if she wants to do the break-up ritual tonight when she gets off work."

He was nodding before he realized something. "Did she break up with her at work?" Blaine said, putting down his song composition book and scooting closer to Kurt, the juiciness of the drama getting to him—homework could wait. He was ahead in class anyways.

"Apparently so," Kurt whispered disapprovingly while shaking his head, "Now Santana is all 'bitchy-Latina-with-razor-blades-in-her-hair'."

The younger teen smirked before setting his chin on Kurt's shoulder, reading the conversation in clear amusement. "I respect her toughness," Blaine said; then with a tilt of his head and wide eyes, "—and her imagination. Is getting your hand up that far even possible?"

Kurt dislodged Blaine from his shoulder when he shrugged but quickly smiled in apology, kissing Blaine's suddenly pouting bottom lip, "Not really something I thought about before," he shuddered, "nor do I want to.

Lady-parts are not my thing, and doing that doesn't help." With a quick glance back at his phone, he sent his message before Kurt turned back to Blaine, "Want to make-out for a while?" But he was only met with a laughing Blaine—like, uncontrollably laughing Blaine. "What?"

The curly-haired teen continued to laugh brokenly, pointing to Kurt's phone, "D-do you h-have -any- idea w-what you j-just sent?"

"Huh?" Kurt asked confused.

When Blaine finally settled down into chuckles he leaned close to Kurt and kissed his cheek, "Read your ph—" Kurt's phone sounded with a message alert, "Well, guess you'll find out from Santana instead."

"I have to stop letting you watch Indiana Jones, because this cryptic stuff—I don't like it!" Kurt rolled his eyes and turned away from Blaine slightly (only to have the teen respond by sliding up behind him with an arm around Kurt's waist) so that he could read Santana's response in "private".

From: Satan

I undrstd how tat wld help me... but I didnt no u and Gelmet were sdnly in2 naked women.

"Why does she think that?"

"Because of your message to her."

"But I just invited her over for—" Kurt scrolled back up to his text, "Oh my! Not again!"

Blaine smirked and looked at the screen too, "Told you."

To: Satan

We'll just do the ritual! Pizza, ice-cream, manicures, and watching chicks fuck!

"I meant chickflicks! Chickflicks!" Kurt whined and typed out exactly that to Santana, "She going to hold this over my head forever!" He pouted and threw his phone to the other side of the couch after he was done with his message, "I hate my phone!"

From: Grace Kelly

News travels fast.

Kurt groaned into Blaine's shoulder. They were all half-way through Chicago (the closest Kurt was going to allow himself to see naked women) when he got the text.

To: Grace Kelly

Not you too, Q!

She's told practically everyone she knows that knows me!

Blaine wraps a comforting arm around Kurt as he glared over at Santana, who took up the love seat sprawling. He then noticed she was typing on her phone too. Satan! Evil, evil, evil!

From: Grace Kelly

Don't take it personally, KK.

Look, I'll even do you a favor.

When Quinn did not continue after a few minutes, he grew concerned. What is she up to?

Suddenly Santana stood up, drawing the attention of both young men. "Well, Imma go have sex with Q now. Seeya later, Harry-Potter-look-a-like-thirteen and Pinocchio's understudy." She went behind her curtain briefly before grabbing he keys from the bowl by the door and walking out.

She sure wastes no time.

To: Grace Kelly

Thanks for that.

Kurt does not have to wait long for a response.

From: Grace Kelly

You're welcome.

Personally, I think it'll be more rewarding for me.

Goodnight, KK.

Blaine laughs into his hair, "I'm sure she just means dinner."

It took a few seconds for Kurt to realize that Blaine was talking about what Santana had told them, "I don't know about that. I heard some interesting rumors about them doing it on V-day."

The curly-haired teen nods, his lips making an 'o' for a few seconds before he began to look around the apartment, the DVD was still playing and there was a box of cold pizza on the table. "So... we have the apartment to ourselves."

"Looks like it," Kurt also looked around, but more coyly than Blaine because he already knew where this was going.

They both stayed silent for a few minutes, watching the TV screen but not really seeing it. At least before Blaine whispered, "Guess we could just finish the movie..."

"Yeah..."

"...or go to our room."

Kurt grinned, "I like that idea better."

They both jumped off the couch and raced each other to their "room".

Kurt won. There was an advantage to having longer legs—which he wrapped around Blaine's waist in victory.

A/N: So that's that. I like these little autocorrect oneshots. They're so much fun to create. But from now on I just might pull inspiration from where ever I can. I don't know when I'll get around to getting the inspiration though. That being said, I don't know when I'll post the next one.

I hope you all enjoyed!

Until next time!

-Anjel Starlight

P.S. A special thank you for all of the reviews, the favorites, and the follows. You really don't know how happy I am to see that people are enjoying my writing. Thank you!