I figured I'd post two today, cause I'm just that nice. Plus, I just already had it written, and didn't feel like waiting so.. Enjoy! :D
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I Hate Spiders
Blaine jumped at the loud crash that had just come from the room next door. He set his book aside and pressed his ear against the wall. Someone was yelling and various bangs could be heard through the separating wall. He went into the hallway and knocked softly on the neighboring door. He was met with the sight of his pajama-clad boyfriend holding a rolled up magazine as if it were a weapon, his expression fierce. It softened a little when he saw who was at the door.
"Blaine, thank goodness," he breathed, pulling him into the room. "I need you to do something for me."
"Anything," Blaine replied immediately.
"There's a spider on my ceiling, and I need you to get it." His voice was serious, his face solemn.
Blaine burst out laughing.
"This is...this is what you've been doing that's been making so much noise?" Blaine choked out, coughing as he tried to regain his breath. Kurt scowled at him.
"You know I hate spiders. And I can't sleep knowing there's one in here. So go get it. Besides," He smacked Blaine's butt playfully. "You're the boyfriend – it's in your job description." Blaine grinned at him and climbed up onto his bed, right below the creature. He held out his hand and Kurt carefully placed the magazine into his outstretched palm. He laid it flat in his hand and positioned it directly under the spider. He quickly thrust his arm upwards and twisted his make-shift fly swatter around to make sure the bug was thoroughly squished. He retracted his arm from the ceiling to find its body crumpled up on the magazine. He presented it to Kurt.
"Blaine!" He yelped. "You weren't supposed to kill it!"
"But – " he spluttered. "You told me to get it!"
"Yes," said Kurt. "But that doesn't mean kill it! That means coax it onto the paper and let it outside."
Blaine stared at him. "You're not serious, are you?"
Kurt looked at him square in the eye. "I'm dead serious."
Blaine widened his eyes incredulously and shook his head. "You're insane."
"Give him to me," Kurt sniffed. "He at least deserves a proper burial."
"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "But I'm not coming to its funeral."
This is me. I freak out every time I see a spider. Unlike Kurt though, I'm not so against killing them.