Title: Klaine Drabbles

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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its respective characters.

Drabble: Foxy Grandpa

Blaine grinned at his reflection in his locker mirror, running a comb through his hair and adjusting his snazzy new bowtie. He was so distracted he didn't even notice Santana moseying up to him.

"Hi, my name is Rachel Berry and I have you wrapped around my pipsqueak finger, so you're gonna give me all the solos, all of the attention, and then make never-ending speeches about togetherness." Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh! Forgive me; your countenance is so familiar I thought you were Mr. Schuester."

His eyebrows shot into his hair. "I-I'm sorry?"

She smirked. "You know, I always wondered how Kurt went from Finn and Sam to a guy like you. Sure, you've got a voice that's sweeter than watching Snooki get punched in the face, but you're short, you have caterpillar brows, and you kind of dress like an old man."

Blaine was too stunned to speak, his mouth hanging open at the stinging barb.

"But it finally makes sense. Kurt's hot for teacher, and it just never worked out because Schuester's as straight as you can get for coaching a high school show choir. But with your wardrobe and penchant for overusing hair products, well…you just make the handiest little replacement, don't you?"

She gave him a mocking pout, then strode away, her tight ponytail cheerfully bouncing against her head.

Blaine looked down at himself questioningly. He also wondered to himself just how exactly Kurt could have a crush on Mr. Schue. At best he'd seen Kurt act like any student around their favorite teacher.

Although…there was that one time he gushed about how Mr. Schuester stood up for him to one of McKinley's new, slightly less accepting teachers. But Blaine wasn't stupid! He knew that he wasn't a substitute, even if Kurt did have a crush on Mr. Schue, once upon a time. Their love for each other was genuine, and Blaine would never doubt the sincerity, or depth, of Kurt's feelings towards him.

He nodded with conviction and slammed his locker shut, heading to the choir room. He'd wanted to pick up some music sheets for a duet he could practice with Artie. As he walked through the hall he took stock of himself, physically. He didn't know what Santana was talking about. Besides the hair gel, maybe, he had nothing in common with Mr. Schuester.

Grinning, he wandered into the choir room. His steps wavered when he saw the two objects of his musings grinning and laughing over a spread of papers on the piano.

"You know Kurt, I gotta say, I'm pretty impressed. I mean I know his first segment is a pretty tough act to follow, but," Mr. Schuester rested a hand affectionately on Kurt's shoulder. "You nailed it buddy!"

He flushed prettily at the compliment. "Well thank you Mr. Schuester."

Blaine felt his throat dry up, and he clutched the strap on his bag. "…Ahem?"

The other two men looked up, and Kurt's smile broadened. "Hey you. What's going on?"

He took a hesitant step forward. "I was just gonna look for some sheet music. Um…what about you?"

"Oh, we're going over some stuff for my dad's campaign—"

"But we were just finishing up. I'll get out of your hair. Kurt, can you have your dad call me when he's ready to meet?"

"You got it Mr. Schue," Kurt said excitedly, and handed his teacher some papers from the stack.

He paused to nod at Blaine as he stepped out. "Hey, nice sweater-vest Blaine! I think I've got that one at home."

Blaine's eye twitched.

Mr. Schue waved bye to Kurt as he left, and Blaine tugged anxiously on his shirt, suddenly not too certain about his snazzy new outfit. His boyfriend grinned and placed his papers in his messenger bag. "God, isn't this great? With dad running it won't just mean keeping the Arts programs! It could mean so many good things for us you know, he—Blaine? Why do you look ready to explode?"

He wrung the strap of his bag between his hands until his palms started sweating. He really, really didn't want to ask the question. But he had to.

"Do you have a crush on Mr. Schue?"

Kurt's eyes got comically wide and his mouth twisted into a horrified smile. "What?"

The minute he saw Kurt's face, Blaine had his answer, and he covered his face in embarrassment. "Oh God; I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just that Santana told me that we both love hair gel and we both dress like old men and I'm short and how could you like someone like me after you liked Finn and Sam and I totally fell for—"

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled, making him jolt. He wasn't sure when Kurt managed to come around the piano and get so close, but he was squeezing Blaine's biceps and stroking him gently with his thumbs and smiling adoringly.

"I do not now, nor have I ever, had a crush on Mr. Schuester. The fact that you have hair gel in common is strictly incidental. And the reason I fell for someone like you is because when I met you you were polite, compassionate, supportive, flirtatious…" He leaned forward and planted a teasing kiss on Blaine's lips. "And the fact that you were devastatingly handsome didn't hurt."

He blushed, and his hands came up to rest at the small of Kurt's back. "Would you still have thought I was handsome if you met me in my old man clothes?"

"Absolutely," Kurt said, without hesitation. "But instead of being reminiscent of Tyrone Power circa The Mark of Zorro I'd think of you more as a…uh…"

Blaine raised his brows expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Kurt brightened and grinned broadly. "A foxy grandpa!"

Blaine's jaw dropped, and he tried to figure out if he should be offended or heartbroken.

He collapsed into Kurt's arms, laughing loudly and obnoxiously into his boyfriend's neck until he couldn't breathe.

FIN

…Okay, honestly, I don't know what came over me! …And just for the record, I do think Blaine dresses like a foxy grandpa. The only reason he can pull it off is because Darren Criss is a stud…as proven by those damn Sexiest Man Alive videos :'( Also, I'm thinking I'm one of the few people that actually likes Mr. Schuester. They don't make high school teachers that cute anymore. :( It was REALLY hard to pick just one classic film star to compare Blaine to. And no, I can't use Elvis because I'm doing that in another story. ;)