A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back from my hiatus and come bearing gifts of texting. I'm actually writing WAY too much on fanfiction- a Les Mis/Oliver! crossover, a Doctor Who story, and lots of Glee: this, The Temptress and Lost In Rochester. I know. And I'm meant to be writing my own novel as well. Argh.

But I'll plough through it.

I really can't wait for The Purple Piano Project, AND for next year when Struck By Lightning comes out, AND for A Very Potter Threequel (hopefully)… Sorry, really really exciting. :)

Anyway. Here we go. Kudos to ahathani for this. I know I'm doing quite a lot of her prompts, but she gave me a million. Literally. (Well not literally, but you know what I mean) I'm working through them systematically in chronological order. This is now a prompt fic, btw.

I also realised that I find it really annoying reading whole fics in bold or italics, which is actually what I'm writing this in. Whoops. So I've changed the format with italics/normal slightly. You'll see. It's not major.

I've had such a busy second week back at school – one of my jobs being having to put together a slideshow of photos and info about a German exchange I did last year for my school's open evening next week. SO MUCH WORK.

OK, enough of my rambling. Enjoy.

This is now going to be a regular weekly thing, and this is coming on as my anticipation for Glee, which comes out on Wednesday for me ('cause I live in England – and don't own cable TV - , and have to wait a day after it airs in the US for a kind soul to upload it *cough*illegally*cough* online. Shhhhhh.)

Disclaimer: I only own a laptop – I don't even own the ideas. ;)

Blaine: Accio wardrobe.

Kurt: Okay…

Blaine: *all of Kurt's designer clothes fly into Blaine's dorm at Dalton*

Kurt: I know that this is probably a really bad idea, but what?

Blaine: Colloportus.

Kurt: …

Blaine: *Blaine's door is locked, preventing Kurt coming to Dalton and stealing his clothes back*

Kurt: Please just answer me, Blaine.

Blaine: Reducto.

Kurt: Hum.

Blaine: *all of Kurt's clothes are blown to smithereens. Cue Blaine's evil laugh*

Kurt: You don't have an evil laugh, darling. You're too dapper for it. Plus, you would never destroy my clothes because you know truly that I'd rip you apart, limb from limb, regardless of how much I love you.

Blaine: Obliviate.

Kurt: Isn't that the one where… OH MY GOD YOU ARE SUCH A HARRY POTTER GEEK.

Blaine: *Kurt forgets that it was Blaine who destroyed his clothes, thinking instead it was Wes*

Kurt: Not a chance, love.

Blaine: Imperius.

Kurt: I swear that's an illegal – what am I saying? It doesn't exist, none of this does!

Blaine: *Kurt takes that last comment back before going to steal Wes's gavel and burning it*

Kurt: That second part, however, I may be able to agree to.

Blaine: Finite incantatem.

Kurt: How do you know all this from memory? Seriously. You have way too much free time.

Blaine: *Kurt stops doing whatever Blaine wants because Blaine feels guilty and that's the kind of boyfriend he is*

Kurt: Mercedes and Rachel told me to tell you that they think you're absolutely adorable, and I'm inclined to agree.

Blaine: Locomotor hat.

Kurt: I don't like where that's going… what am I saying? These. Don't. Exist.

Blaine: *Kurt's hat which Blaine just knows Kurt is wearing right now lifts off his head and does an Irish Jig above his head*

Kurt: Where do you come up with these, Blaine? Seriously.

Blaine: Evanesco.

Kurt: I give up.

Blaine: *Kurt's hat disappears*

Kurt: You horrible, spiteful man. What happened to you in your past to make you so contemptible?

Blaine: You wound me.

Kurt: I'm serious.

Blaine: It pierces my heart.

Kurt: I'm sorry for that Blaine, but you did make my hat disappear.

Blaine: And my heart is breaking right now, Kurt, you gotta know that.

Kurt: I doubt it.

Blaine: Shattering into a hundred million pieces.

Kurt: Again, doubtful.

Blaine: I gotta know that you didn't mean it, Kurt.

Kurt: Tough.

Blaine: My heart really is breaking.

Kurt: You exploded my clothes and made my hat disappear. There's no sympathy coming from here tonight.

Blaine: Tomorrow night?

Kurt: Maybe. Probably not.

Blaine: Heart still breaking.

Kurt: I'll say it again: tough.

Blaine: Shattering into a million, tiny, tiny pieces. How does it feel to be the only one who can save me, yet not do anything?

Kurt: Guilt tripping me is not going to work. Not today.

Blaine: You could stop this yourself, so, so easily, you know.

Kurt: I know. You've made that point quite a few times now.

Blaine: So easily. I would leave you alone.

Kurt: Would you?

Blaine: No. And would you be able to live with yourself, knowing you'd forced me to leave you alone? How would that feel, eh, Kurt? Hmm?

Kurt: Still not working.

Blaine: All you have to do is say 'I love you'. That would save my fragile, fragile heart.

Kurt: Your heart is anything but fragile.

Blaine: *puppy dog eyes*

Kurt: Those are not going to work on me today, Blaine Anderson.

Blaine: Are you sure?

Kurt: Very.

Blaine: I wouldn't want to be you, picking up all my heart's pieces.

Kurt: The fact that you can still hold a conversation – even if it is weird – just shows me that you aren't as heartbroken as you're making out to be.

Blaine: Oi. I'm the dapper one. I'm the one who says fancy, complicated sentences.

Kurt: Just because you're the dapper one doesn't mean I can't prove that I have an education too, you know.

Blaine: This conversation is confusing me.

Kurt: Ha.

Blaine: C'mon Kurt, just say it.

Kurt: Hi Kurt's dolphin!

Blaine: Hi Brittany. Give Kurt his phone back now.

Kurt: How'd you know that? Are you psychic?

Blaine: No, just observant. Go on, give him the phone back.

Kurt: And we're back.

Blaine: Good. Now go enjoy your sleepover I know for a fact that you're at.

Kurt: OK, OK. Love you. xx

Blaine: VICTORY.

XxXxX

Kurt: I hate you.

A/N: There we go. Make a cup of tea. Sleep. Review. Go outside and do something with your life. Whatever. (Though I wouldn't say no to you doing the third item on the list ;))

Actually, I need help from all my American readers (or people who've gone to an American university). If that doesn't apply to you, this paragraph will be pointless, and feel free to skim over it. Though 80% of you already do that, so… Anyway. American readers who actually read authors notes, I need your help. Basically, I'm starting to think about universities, even though I've still got quite a few years before I go (and maybe going across to America, when I do). So, I was just wondering, how exactly does the American system work? Umm… that probably could have been phrased better. :/ If you do understand what I'm getting at (I probably wouldn't, if I was in your position), please leave an answer in your review. Cheers!

Also, now this is purely a prompt fic, kk? Cool. Just so you know.

G-B-C xx