Looks like I'm going to have to say it again. Prompts are closed, guys. These ideas I'm getting sent are great but maybe they're things you guys can write? And I know the fact is that the people sending them are the people who don't read these notes for the most part but I'm going to keep saying it in the hope that someone will read it.

I got my first pay today. Suddenly my job seems more than worthwhile.

From Cori-Ackles: you should do something about Kurt just having a really off day and being super duper clumsy :P

This is so me. I've never had a day quite as bad as I inflict on poor Kurt but I get days like these and it sucks. Usually I end up trying to drive and that just goes really badly.

Clumsy

I-don't-care-if-I-am-ridiculously-obnoxious-I-am-going-to-continue-to-make-this-noise-until-you-GET-UP

Kurt groaned, rolling over and attempting to hit his alarm clock as it continued to mock him. There was a crash and he sighed, opening one eye to find that his alarm clock was in pieces on the floor. At least it shut up.

Sighing, he swung his feet out of bed, managing to forget about the alarm clock in the space of two seconds and standing on one of the pieces of plastic. "Damn it!" he muttered, lifting his foot and wincing at the small gash he had created. Limping into the bathroom, Kurt banged his shoulder into the edge of the wall before redirecting through the actual door itself. He rummaged in the cupboard, managing to find a bandage and covering his bleeding foot without any further injuries.

"Okay," he told his reflection in the mirror, attempting to straighten his hair. "This isn't a sign of things to come. You're just tired. So move nice and slowly and you'll be -"

Kurt grabbed a bottle of hairspray, knocking over three others at the same time and sighed. No matter how much he argued, it was definitely going to be one of those days. His hair was still sticking up, and Kurt began to spray it into place, or attempt to. For whatever reason - probably just to annoy him - his hair refused to go into its normal style, deciding to stick up in random places over his head. Heaving another big sigh, he reached into his cupboard (only knocking over two other bottles this time, what a miracle!) and pulled out the one container he had only kept there because everybody at Dalton had to. Gel.

Kurt took good care of his hair and hated plastering it down. In fact, he got on Blaine's case at least once a day for drowning his hair in 'that noxious chemical you call a hair product.' He knew he would probably never live down the teasing from his friend, but it was better than looking like he had just rolled out of bed after all. Wincing, Kurt scooped the gel out of the container and quickly plastered down his hair. "I look like Blaine," he whined to his reflection, before promptly dropping the entire pot of gel. On his feet. Muttering words that weren't entirely appropriate for a conservative boarding school, Kurt quickly cleaned the gel up before deciding that the bathroom was a war zone in his current state and leaving promptly was probably the best idea.

Finally out of the bathroom, Kurt pulled open his wardrobe and grabbed his uniform for the day. It took him a good ten minutes to put it on - Kurt knew how much it would cost to replace the uniform if he managed to tear it in his clumsiness - but he managed without any incidents except for tying his tie too tight and nearly choking himself.

Kurt attempted one last pep talk before he headed out the door. "Alright, I can see that this is going to be a clumsy day. I get that. I accept it. Just not in front of Blaine."

And with that, Kurt pulled open the door and tripped over his shoelace, colliding hard with the floor in the hallway.

"Kurt!" The sound of hurried footsteps came closer, and then someone was kneeling beside him. "Are you okay?"

Kurt groaned, pulling himself up and rubbing at his chest. "Fine." No, not really. Not since you just saw that...

"What happened?" Blaine took his arm, turning it over to reveal the carpet burn on Kurt's hand. "That looks painful."

"Just a bit. I'm fine, really." Kurt stood, taking care not to trip over the offending shoelace again. He ignored the pain stabbing through his chest and smiled at his friend, trying to stop the blush from crossing his face.

Blaine stood as well, looking skeptical. "If you're sure. Going to breakfast?"

Kurt nodded and turned to walk down before realizing Blaine wasn't with him. As he turned back, he saw Blaine quickly snapping his jaw shut and sighed. "Yes, Blaine. My hair is gelled. We are not going to talk about why my hair is gelled. We are going to go to breakfast and any teasing you may choose to do will wait until tomorrow, understood?" Kurt turned back around, heading towards the stairs. As he began his descent, he was vaguely aware of the feeling that something was about to go wrong, before his foot missed a step and he was falling, straight towards the bottom...

And then a pair of arms were around his waist, pulling him back up. Shaking, Kurt turned blindly and clutched at the person who he knew must be Blaine. He knew he was having an off day, but to come that close to possibly being seriously injured was a bit much for him.

"Hey, hey it's alright, you're safe." Blaine held him tightly until Kurt pulled away, staring down at the floor. "You're really not having a good day so far are you?"

Kurt shook his head before beginning to laugh. "I've never been this clumsy in my life," he admitted. His laughter died as he looked up to see Blaine staring at him, smiling but with an intensity in his eyes that Kurt had never seen before. He swallowed and pulled away hastily. "Well, hopefully I make it the rest of the way down without dismembering myself or something," he joked.

Catching Blaine's eye, Kurt found that the look was gone - and wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed with that - and Blaine was smiling at him like nothing had happened. "Well I'm holding on to you anyway, I know it'd be on my head if you fell and I didn't catch you again." And as Blaine took his arm, a pulse of heat ran through it, almost enough to make Kurt fall again. He steadied himself, grabbing the banister with his other hand and beginning to descend the stairs. As he did, Kurt couldn't get that look out of his mind. It was almost as if he ... no, he doesn't like you. You were imagining things, okay?

By the time he made it through his last period of the day, Kurt had managed to stub his toe on a doorframe, drop his bag four times, knock heads with Jeff (which was partly the blonde Warbler's fault, but still counted) and give himself a paper cut on his Math book. At that point, he had admitted defeat and decided to skip out on Warbler rehearsal in favor of going to bed for some more clearly needed sleep.

Making his way slowly up the stairs - Blaine wasn't around to catch him this time if he fell - Kurt headed along the hallway towards his room. It took four tries to get his door unlocked and, as he finally got through the door, he managed to drop his overly heavy bag on his foot. For the fifth time that day. That was the last straw. "Damn it!" Kurt cursed, falling back on his bed and somehow miraculously not hitting his head on something. "What is wrong with me today?"

"Still not going well then?"

Kurt closed his eyes. Come on, really? "No," he admitted, sitting back up. "It's just gotten worse and I don't know why." He knew his voice had turned whiny on the last word, but Kurt really couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

Blaine crossed the room, seating himself next to Kurt on the bed. "Did you get enough sleep?"

Kurt nodded. "At least I think so. It's just one of those days, I guess."

Blaine frowned sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Kurt's mind was immediately filled with thoughts that were definitely not right to think about someone who was only his friend. He simply shook his head, but Blaine seemed to have thoughts of his own as he continued talking. "Kurt, I don't know if this is the time, but there's something I need to tell you. And maybe it is the time if you've had a crap day because it might cheer you up.. but then again, if you don't want to hear it then it might be the worst time and -"

"Blaine," Kurt said firmly. "Just tell me."

Blaine took a deep breath, then the words rushed out that Kurt had only ever dreamt of hearing. "I think I've fallen for you."

Kurt's jaw dropped. He knew on any other day, he would have had far more control over his reactions, but today was... well, yeah. Blaine immediately looked worried. "I knew I shouldn't have told you," he muttered.

"No, no! I mean, I'm really glad you did because I'm kind of crazy about you too, it was just unexpected, you know?"

Blaine's face broke into a smile. "You're crazy about me?"

Kurt knew his face was a mirror. "Only a little," he murmured, ducking his head slightly.

And then there were a set of fingers lifting his chin gently. "Good," Blaine murmured before closing the gap and softly kissing Kurt on the lips.

After the first few seconds of wait is this really happening oh yes it is well then KISS HIM BACK, Kurt quickly began to reciprocate the kiss, letting his hand drift up to rest lightly against Blaine's cheek. Suddenly his day from hell didn't seem so bad after all. But, of course, everything had to come back to bite him. And this time, it was literal. Because just as Kurt had really gotten into the kiss, he had somehow managed to practically bite Blaine's bottom lip, and the other boy had frozen mid-kiss.

Kurt pulled away immediately. "Oh crap, I'm so sorry! I had no idea what I was doing and - and today, and -"

"Wait." Blaine held up a hand, frowning. "You didn't do that on purpose?"

"No?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow and it was only then that Kurt noticed the slightly glazed look in his eyes. "Oh," he said simply.

"Oh?" Kurt raised an identical eyebrow. "So I should have done that on purpose?"

He never thought he would see the day that Kurt Hummel could make Blaine Anderson blush, but there was certainly a first time for everything. "Well, possibly. I mean, yeah, it felt .. good." Blaine shook his head, looking embarrassed. "You made me lose all of my words!"

Kurt grinned, leaning in so their lips were barely touching. "Maybe my clumsiness does have some good uses then," he whispered devilishly before connecting their lips again.

MusicalEscape:

If the games had continued:

"Left foot, red!"

"Ah!"

"PUCK! Get the heck off of my boyfriend." *holds protectively*

"Blaine, I'm not a child. If you treat me like one I will deprive you of coffee for a month."

"Um...I love you?"

*sigh* "Love you too. Now, if you don't release me, I will steal your Harry Potter DVDs and chuck them into the Lima landfill."