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Basically, I can't choose between my top five. I simply cannot - getting it to the top five was difficult enough! So, I'm extending the story four more chapters and the fifth will replace the one that's turning into the onshot, AKA the original reason I prompted. The prompts that will be used came from: xX-Fiona-Xx, MsImogenBlaineAnderson, getmeoutofthistie, Mariekejee and Anonymous(via Tumblr). Sorry to everybody else, and if yours wasn't chosen then I highly recommend you attempt writing it yourself and I'd love to read them all! For those people, if you sent multiples and are curious of which one got chosen, feel free to PM me.

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From pryalovesstories: Blaine and Kurt have a picnic. Blaine has a broken arm and has trouble with eating...

TGTDOSBDK.

Kurt's back at McKinley and it's somewhere amidst all of the petty ND drama. Look, I'm sorry but I don't care who's dating who with them, they're one big incestuous family anyway. I don't care if Rachel spends 90 minutes deliberating whether to get a nose job or not. I watch Glee for Klaine because those two characters are the only ones who seem to have a plotline anymore. Well, Puckzies is up there too. Brittana was for awhile, but now it's just been teetering for too long. Prom just destroyed it for me - all those girls only caring about their title when a guy they said was their FRIEND just got publicly shamed in front of the school.

Okay, totally done ranting here.

Broken

"Hello?"

Kurt juggled the phone between his shoulder and ear as he shoved books into his locker, wishing the day would hurry up and end. Luckily there was only one more period before he could leave, and Kurt was seriously considering just skipping - he was fluent in French after all.

"Hey, Kurt."

"Blaine!" Kurt slammed the locker door shut, grabbing the phone properly. "Where have you been? You didn't reply to any of my texts at all yesterday!"

Blaine sounded apologetic as he replied, "I'm sorry. Something came up, but we're still on for this afternoon, aren't we?"

Kurt considered getting even with Blaine for the worry he had put Kurt through, then the urge to see his boyfriend won out. "Of course."

"Great! Just one thing... could you pick me up?"

"Why?" Kurt frowned. "Wait, please tell me you didn't wreck your car again or something like that?"

Blaine chuckled. "No, not this time. I'll explain when you get here."

Kurt glanced at the door to his French classroom, then turned and walked away. "Well I refuse to sit through French in suspense. I'll be there soon."

He hung up before Blaine could lecture him on cutting class - because if he had tried that, Kurt might very well have cancelled their entire date - and headed out the front doors, not even bothering to check if any teachers were watching because he knew they weren't. One of the things Kurt certainly didn't miss about Dalton was the feeling of always being watched - Kurt wasn't perfect and he wasn't going to try to be for a school.

The route to Dalton was well travelled by Kurt at this point. He and Blaine made an effort to catch up at least twice a week, planning dates that wouldn't involve running into any of the McKinley jocks. That usually meant Kurt was the one heading out to Westerville, but he didn't mind if it meant he and Blaine could have an uninterrupted date. This afternoon, Blaine had chosen a picnic. Kurt had originally found the idea cliche, but after finding out that Blaine actually could cook, he relented. Plus, cliche with Blaine worked in a way that simply couldn't with anybody else. Just because it was Blaine.

Kurt found himself pulling up outside Dalton before he realized, having been lost in his thoughts about his boyfriend. Which wasn't uncommon, Blaine had always been on Kurt's mind even before they were dating. But now he knew he was on Blaine's mind too. Hopping out of the car, Kurt made his way into the foyer and signed in with administration. Usually Blaine would be waiting so he didn't have to bother, but Kurt was early and he remembered it was a Warbler rehearsal afternoon. Realizing he was going to get to see all of the other Warblers again, Kurt quickened his pace until he was outside the choir room. The sound of singing could be heard so he waited, smiling fondly as his boyfriend's voice rose up above the others.

Finally the song ended and Kurt knocked. There was a moment of silence, then the door opened to reveal David.

"KURT!"

The rest of the room erupted in chaos as the darker-skinned Warbler pulled him into a hug. "So good to see you again, come in!"

Kurt was literally pulled into the room and surrounded by Warblers all wanting to know how he was, whether the 'McKinley idiots' were treating him right, what it was like preparing for Nationals... Kurt answered as many questions as he could, then held up a hand laughing. "Okay, okay! It's great to see you all again but I'm sort of here for my boyfriend." Kurt realized he couldn't see Blaine and looked around. He locked eyes with an amused Nick and frowned. "I know that look. Spill the beans."

The Warblers all moved aside to reveal Blaine who was still sitting on the couch smiling sheepishly. His blazer was off and one arm was completely covered in plaster with various signatures and names.

Kurt's jaw dropped.

"You - what? How?" he stammered.

Blaine laughed. "Hello to you too." He stood, grabbing a picnic basket with his free arm. "Alright guys, looks like we're out of here. See you later."

Blaine left the room, a dumbfounded Kurt following amidst the Warblers calling out their goodbyes. As soon as they were out of the room, Kurt grabbed the arm not in plaster and spun Blaine to face him, grabbing the basket in the process. "How on earth did you break your arm?"

"David," Blaine replied simply, linking his fingers with Kurt's and turning to walk again. "He insisted everybody could do a backflip. Turns out I'm the exception to the rule."

Kurt shook his head, thankful he had left the group when he had. "Did it hurt?"

Blaine turned his head slightly and raised an eyebrow. "I snapped a bone in my arm. Of course not." He laughed as Kurt elbowed him. "Yes, it did. And that's why I didn't text you, I spent the afternoon at the hospital and the painkillers they put me on made me kind of loopy so I slept as soon as I got back to Dalton."

"Loopy?" Kurt looked over with interest as Blaine blushed slightly. "What did you do?"

"Nothing, and there's no need to ask Wes because his story will match mine exactly." Blaine stared forward determinedly and Kurt filed the information away for later use, unlocking the car and opening Blaine's door for him.

"I'm going to have to be your helper all afternoon, aren't I?" he asked.

"I think so." Kurt threw his bag and the basket in the back before moving around to the drivers side. Settling in, he turned to Blaine to see his boyfriend looking guilty. "I'm sorry, this is going to be a huge burden on you isn't it?"

Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately. "You'll never be a burden."

He tried to ignore the way Blaine's face lit up at that, turning his attention to the road and following Blaine's directions. It wasn't that he didn't want to make his boyfriend happy, quite the opposite in fact. But Kurt couldn't hold himself responsible for what he might end up doing if Blaine kept smiling like that -

"Okay, turn right here."

Kurt focused back in, turning into a deserted country road. They drove for another mile before Blaine instructed him to pull off into a small field. Kurt killed the engine and grabbed the basket from the back as Blaine eased himself out of the car carefully. "It's just through the trees there."

Kurt cocked his head, listening. He could hear the sound of water running a small distance off, and the answer was revealed as he and Blaine walked hand-in-hand into a clearing. The river was running next to them with sunlight streaming through the gaps in the tree tops, and Kurt immediately took back everything he had once thought about cliche things not being worthwhile. "It's gorgeous," he murmured, feeling Blaine squeeze his hand lightly. "How did you find it?"

Blaine sat down, using Kurt for support. "My house is a mile in the other direction. I used to go for really long walks and I found it one day when I was at the end of my rope and it just calmed me down."

Kurt sat next to Blaine, putting down the basket and leaning over to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. Blaine was slowly opening up and revealing about his past, and Kurt knew it was difficult for him. He nestled his head into Blaine's shoulder and Blaine wrapped his good arm around Kurt and they just sat together for a moment.

"I really don't want to break this moment but I'm starving," Blaine murmured into the top of Kurt's head, sounding sheepish.

Kurt chuckled and pulled away, leaning over to open the picnic basket. He pulled out a container of fruit salad, handing another one over to Blaine. Lifting the lid off his, he grabbed a fork and speared a piece of watermelon before turning to Blaine to say something. Whatever it was died as he suddenly realized the problem. Blaine was attempting to balance the container up against his plastered arm. He was right handed and, of course, had managed to break his right arm so the fork was clasped weakly in his left. Kurt shook his head and chuckled. "Okay, here."

He took the container from Blaine then, after a moment of hesitation, grabbed the fork out of his hand. Quickly spearing a piece of fruit, he held it towards Blaine who stared at it blankly for a second before chuckling and opening his mouth. "This is weird," he stated around a mouthful of pineapple.

"Just a bit," Kurt agreed, eating his own fruit before getting another piece for Blaine. And with the proximity, he couldn't help but notice the way Blaine ate, the way his lips closed around the fork for that split second before pulling back... lips Kurt would really like to have an intimate acquaintance with.

Shaking away the thoughts, he continued to feed Blaine until the food was gone. Blaine eyed up the basket, clearly still hungry. But as Kurt reached back in, Blaine suddenly groaned.

"What?" Kurt turned, frowning.

"You'll see."

Kurt peered into the basket for a second before laughing. "Oh, you'd better hope I'm in a nice mood," he teased as he pulled out the chocolate mousse and a couple of spoons. "Otherwise I get to eat this whole thing myself and you have to sit and watch."

But Kurt's teasing backfired - Blaine caught his eye and pouted. Hurriedly trying to calm his rapidly pounding heart, he relented. "Put the puppy dog eyes away before someone gets hurt. Of course I'm going to help you."

Blaine smirked. "I knew that look got to you."

Kurt rolled his eyes, busying himself with opening the container. Believe me, Blaine Anderson, you have no idea. "That look gets to everyone and you know it. You got Cameron to give you the last pancake at breakfast, and nothing gets between Cameron and pancakes."

Blaine laughed at the memory, giving Kurt time to scoop up some of the mousse. He looked at Blaine for a moment before making a great show of eating the mousse, practically moaning as he swallowed. "That's so good. I bet you'd love it."

"You know I'll bring out the eyes again," Blaine threatened playfully and Kurt held up his hands in resignation.

"If you want to lower yourself to threats, so be it." As he grabbed the other spoon, an idea came to Kurt's mind - something so uncharacteristically Kurt Hummel that he nearly dropped the container. Could I?

Turning back to Blaine, the answer was obvious. Yes, I think I could. Taking a deep breath, Kurt quickly scooped up another spoonful and held it out towards Blaine's mouth. As the boy opened his mouth, however, Kurt quickly moved the spoon to the side and smeared it across Blaine's cheek. "Oh, so sorry about that!"

Blaine growled, reaching up a hand to wipe it off. Kurt got there first and caught his hand, lowering it again. "I don't think so," he whispered, drawing up all of his courage. Before Blaine could speak, Kurt leant in and licked a trail across Blaine's cheek.

Pulling back, he swallowed the mouthful only to nearly choke on it when he saw the look in Blaine's eyes. They had glazed over slightly and were full of lust. "I don't think it's all gone," he murmured, his voice rough.

Kurt found he couldn't speak, so simply leant in and continued to lick the mousse away. He could hear Blaine's erratic breathing beside his ear and was overwhelmingly aware that his boyfriend's lips were right there. It took every inch of self control he possessed to pull away, raising an eyebrow at Blaine. "Satisfied?"

"Not hardly," Blaine growled, leaning forward and crushing their lips together.

He couldn't think. He couldn't describe it, all he knew was that he was kissing Blaine and it was the best thing he'd ever done and why had he been stopping himself from doing this?

And then Blaine pulled away, looking at him slightly hesitantly. "I - was that okay? I mean, I've been trying to stop myself from doing that for weeks and -"

Kurt shut him up in what was quickly becoming his favourite manner of keeping Blaine's lips otherwise occupied. "So was I," he murmured against Blaine's lips, unable to stop from smiling and feeling Blaine do the same.

Reluctantly, Kurt broke away and reached for the mousse again. They finished their picnic amidst kisses with only a few more mousse-on-face incidents - Blaine learnt quickly that Kurt was just a bit too touchy about his skin to let someone lick mousse off it, but Kurt had no problem with repeating the action. As they relaxed next to the river, watching the sun set, Kurt leant down and tapped his fingers lightly on Blaine's cast. "Do I get to sign this?"

Blaine hummed in agreement, reaching into the basket and pulling out a permanent marker. "I was hoping you would, yeah. I saved you a spot."

Taking the pen, Kurt uncapped it and found the spot Blaine had been talking about - right above his hand. Smiling, he quickly scrawled his message before putting the lid back on and returning the pen to Blaine. Blaine read the message quickly before smiling and drawing him back in for another kiss.

I love you, broken arm and all. Kurt :)

This got longer than expected :) but I couldn't quite resist.

MusicalEscape:

If it was the other way around, with Blaine teaching Kurt Italian...

*throws down pencil* "This is stupid!"

"No, it's not, see? Then you turn this into-"

"I don't GET IT!"

"Hmm... how 'bout a reward system?" *kliss*

*dazed* "Oh... okay..."

Kurt got one of the highest grades on the test the next day, but the teacher was not amused with the little scribblings of "B+K" in the margins.