Mad Libs.
"Knock, knock!"
Blaine looked up from his lap, his features brightening at the voice that was unmistakeably Kurt's, "Come in!"
The blue eyed boy entered with a soft smile, holding up two separate booklets, "I brought you the latest Vogue, of course" Kurt explained as he took his seat at his boyfriend's bedside, "and some Mad Libs. I figured you were into that dorky stuff."
"Dorky? I'll have you know, Mad Libs are quite sophisticated."
"Alright, Blaine," Kurt snorted, "So, which first?"
The reply was instant.
"Mad Libs."
. . .
"Okay, so, are you ready?" Kurt questioned as he scribbled the final word into the blank, smiling slyly.
"Yep," Blaine leaned back against the mountain of pillows, falling into the mound with an excited grin.
"My dream man," Kurt began, "should, first of all, be very cute and sexy."
"Mission accomplished," Blaine grinned smugly, to which Kurt simply rolled his eyes and continued,
"He should have a physique like Marylin Monroe, a profile like Michael Jackson, and the intelligence of a giraffe," Kurt laughed, "Done, done, and done," he teased.
Blaine feigned offense and Kurt resumed, "He must be polite and must always remember to eat my jello, to tip his coffee - on himself, hopefully," Kurt added, "and to take my tongue when crossing the street. He should move swimmingly, have a terrible voice-"
Kurt peered at him from over the booklet with a grin,
"- and should dress seldomly."
"You'd like that, huh?" Blaine teased. Kurt flushed.
"I would also like him to be an awful dancer," Kurt cast a knowing look at Blaine, cutting him off before he could interrupt again, "When we are alone he should whisper dorky nothings into my nostril and hold my-" he snorted, "sweet candy."
Kurt paused an allowed Blaine a moment to gape, blush, and giggle before he resumed,
"I know a nudist is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is-"
"Cooper!"
"Well, no, I was going to say Blaine-"
"But I look better without a shirt."
Slowly, Kurt turned and was met with the sight of Cooper Anderson - shirtless.
Blaine gave him an incredulous look, "Whatever happened to no shirt, no shoes, no service? Like, especially in a hospital."
"Haven't you heard?" Cooper grinned, "I'm the only good nudist around."
A/N: I couldn't resist. Cooper Anderson is like, trending. o_O :P
Mwhaha.
So, this is somewhat in honor of yesterday for Klaine week (missing scenes). It took place somewhere during Michael, I guess, when Blaine was prepping for his surgery. :D
Prompt is thanks to Holly81898 - this one, and I'm being completely serious, was so entertaining to write. XD I really loved this prompt.
Anywho, I'm off to paint my toes. ;) Review, prompt, and enjoy!