The (Potential) Wishes
"Wait, what do you mean you can't grant world peace? Not that that's my wish—oh, that came across rather selfish didn't it...?" Kurt muttered looking somewhat appalled when his eyes met Blaine's before resuming his trek around the room.
Blaine rocked back and forth on his heels, a patient smile on his face as his eyes trailed after Kurt. Kurt who—after finally being convinced that Blaine was in fact a bona fide genie when he summoned a flock of canaries to harmonize the theme song to I Dream of Jeannie—was pacing about the room debating on what he should do—what he should wish for. Kurt pivoted one last time before settling in front of Blaine. "So...why no to world peace?" he asked curiously. "Are we so screwed up that even magic can't fix us? Or is it too difficult?"
"It's not that I don't want to," Blaine denied, his hands clasped behind his back. "Or that it isn't possible. Let's just say that it never works out the way people expect and usually results in the wish being reversed." Blaine leaned forward, eyes earnest as he said, "I would rather you didn't waste a wish, Master."
Kurt felt as if he should ask more about that, but let it go for the moment. "Okay," Kurt replied dubiously. Then said, "What if I wished paisley was never invented. Is that doable?"
Blaine looked taken aback for a moment before his forehead crinkled into a frown. "But Kurt, I don't think you're giving the understated design that is paisley enough credit. I mean just look at—"
"Blaine."
At Kurt's unamused stare, Blaine lowered his eyes to his converse clad feet and admitted reluctantly, "...Yes, that's grantable."
A slow grin spread across Kurt's face. "Excellent."