A/N: I know it hasn't been 24 hours, but this site says its a new day so I agree. Again, thank you to the reviewers, the alterers and the favouriters. You make my world go round.

I'm going to take this opportunity to do some advertising:
Go read Blaine Didn't Know He Was In Love by Corriebird
RIGHT NOW
It is rated M (melody106, stay away from the last chapter!) but is absolutely incredible.
I am head over heels in love with Corriebird's Blaine.
More head over heels in love than I am with Darren Criss's.
Yeah. I said it.

Title: "Kurt?"

Summary: I attempt to compress a two hundred and fifty word prompt into a one hundred word story. Klaine fluffiness ensues.

Era: CollegeKlaine

Perspective: 3rd person, Blaine-focus

Prompt: Blaine being fast asleep on Kurts bed, after spending the night, nothing heated just cuddling shirtless, because it was a hot summer night, and Kurt has to leave but does not want to wake up Blaine. And just as he is about to write him a note he spots his waterproof eyeliner and decides it is a much better idea to leave that love note with the promise to be back soon, on Blaine's chest. He writes it, and then leaves the room with a huge smile, no a brad grin really on his face. You can stop there or...
Maybe Blaine wakes up and only in passing a mirror (after taking a shower) spots the note...and then of course spends ages trying to decipher it, because it is all the wrong way round in the reflection ;) Which Kurt the tease of course knew would happen. But lucky for Blaine Kurt just returns then, walks over and having spotted Blaine's confused and helpless look on his face, Kurt leans in, and tracing his fingertips along the writing breathes the love note in Blaine's ear.

(by AweSoMeLAgain)

Yes, that was the prompt. It is MUCH longer than the story.

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Blaine was uncomfortably warm when he awoke, feeling sticky after the hot summer night. He felt beside him for Kurt's sleeping form.

"Kurt?"

No response.

Sitting up, Blaine grabbed a towel off the floor before standing and heading to the bathroom. He sighed as the water washed the sweaty feel from his skin, stepping out at the sound of footsteps in the adjoining bedroom.

"Kurt?"

Still no response.

Blaine paused at the mirror, squinting at the black scribbles over his heart.

"Wha- Kurt?"

Kurt came in, grinning at his boyfriend's confusion.

"What does-?"

Kurt smiled, reading out, "I love you."

WARNING! Slightly depressing rant!

Today, I realised something kind of sad. On July 3rd, this story got over 1000 hits. That has happened to me once before, when my most popular fanfic ever got 2250 hits the day its last chapter was posted.

But you know what? The hits to this story weren't a credit to my writing or to my talent or to me. They were for two guys on the other side of world who don't, and never will, know that I exist. Two guys who are richer, smarter, funnier, more popular, more attractive and generally better than I'll ever be. Guys who are loved/adored/worshipped by more people than will ever give a shit about me.

That pisses me off, because it means that my writing - the thing that matters most to me, the thing I have laboured over ever since I decided, with the startling clarity of a six year-old mind, that this was the one great thing I could do with my life, the one positive, beneficial, precious, decent thing that I could give to the world - is meaningless.

And I'll tell you what the worst thing is? I'd totally forgive them if they so much as looked at me.