A/N- You all can thank Miranda for making me get off my lazy, writer's blocked, non-updating butt and giving me the most amazing prompt words of all time. This girl is a mini-goddess, I swear. Not that you're short, Miranda! Actually, I wouldn't know... whatever, enjoy the chapter, which is dedicated to MIRANDA! I also own nothing. (This is also partially inspired by Joutei on Tumblr and their doodles, but still mostly Miranda.)

Peeps

"Don't you love Easter candy, Kurt?" Blaine had a large box of Peeps and was devouring them like his life depended on it. Kurt spotted them and whimpered in horror. "P-Pavarotti."

"Oh. This probably reminds you of your dead mom, huh?"

Hug

Hugging Blaine had to be one of Kurt's favorite pastimes. He was just so warm, and soft, and he smelled absolutely wonderful. Like happiness or something. His arms would wrap just so around his waist, and he'd nuzzle at his neck and it was just sheer perfection.

"You know I love you, right?" Blaine murmured, pressing a kiss to Kurt's ear. Kurt shivered softly in response.

"Love you more."

Birthday

"Happy birthday, Kurt!" Blaine shot off a small confetti cannon, much to Kurt's annoyance.

"Beh. What's so happy about it? I'm another year closer to death, and we're not celebrating anything other than me being painfully ejected from my mother and into a world that hates me." Kurt grumbled, hiking his bag up his shoulder. They were getting coffee at the Lima Bean, a weekly tradition since Kurt had transferred back to McKinley. Since it was a warm day for late April, they'd decided to have it outside.

Blaine frowned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a bad day." He mumbled. "Probably because I wore my favorite tiara to school." Blaine immediately understood and engulfed the countertenor in a hug, which Kurt began to sob into. "It was a really bad birthday." He whispered brokenly into Blaine's understanding blazer.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine sighed, pulling back slightly to kiss his boyfriend softly on the lips. "You had every right to wear your damn tiara, especially on your birthday."

"Just not at McKinley." He laughed bitterly. "I think Dalton lulled me into a false sense of security."

"Who was it? I'll kick their asses." Blaine declared, and before he could stop himself, Kurt burst into laughter. "What? What's so funny?"

"You, taking on the entire football team? Blaine, I love you, but you're tiny." Kurt giggled.

"I'm so glad I made you feel better," Blaine deadpanned, making Kurt dissolve into chortles.

Studying

"So, who was the main general of the War of 1812, who later became president?" Kurt asked, almost rhetorically, closing the American History book.

"Um... Barrack Obama?" Blaine scratched his head.

"Obama is our current president, Blaine. How would he be able to travel back to 1812 to man the war?" Kurt sighed.

"You know the government hides stuff from us. Why not a time traveling president?" Blaine actually looked dead serious.

"It's a good thing you have your good looks." Kurt muttered, tugging Blaine forward by his tie to crash their lips together.

Neither one got much studying done after that.

Glasses

Blaine grinned to himself as he put on the round glasses and drew the lightning bolt on his forehead. After seeing AVPM, he just couldn't resist. (Plus, that Darren Criss dude looked just like him.) Kurt was going to love this! The Gryffindor tie and sweater put the finishing touches on the ensemble, and Blaine ran to show his boyfriend. "Hey Kurt! Kurt! Guess what?" he yelled, waving his arms wildly. "I'M HARRY FREAKING POTTER!"

Kurt leveled him with a judging stare and crossed his arms over his teal-and-gold striped t-shirt. "I'm not dating a wizard."

Chocolate

"What color are my eyes?"

"Hmm?" Kurt glanced up from his iPhone, where he'd been texting Mercedes.

"What color are my eyes?" Blaine asked again, wrinkling his brow. "I described yours, but I have no idea how to describe mine."

"Well, simply put, they're hazel, end of story. But they're your eyes, Blaine, and nothing is simple with you." Kurt smirked. "I guess they're like liquid chocolate, always shifting and moving and just so fluid. That's the best way I can describe them, but even that doesn't do your eyes justice." Blaine stared for a second, before glomping onto his boyfriend with all his might. "Hey! Blaine, I love you too, but watch the hair."

Yoga

Knock knock.

"It's open!" Kurt called from his yoga mat. Blaine opened the door and nearly collapsed. Kurt was in the middle of his room, on the floor, doing yoga. He'd somehow managed to be resting on his forearms, almost doing a handstand, but with his entire body folded over so that his bare feet rested on top of his head. Blaine stuttered out something resembling a greeting, dropping his bag on the bed. "Hey, Blaine," Kurt replied, not sounding winded or strained at all.

"H-how can you even do that?" Blaine asked in wonder.

"It's not that hard, once you practice." Kurt shifted so that his legs were spread and feet touched the ground, his face smiling up at Blaine like this was the easiest thing in the world. "The first time I tried it, I got stuck and my dad had to untangle me. It was a bit awkward for both of us."

"You're really flexible." Blaine muttered.

When You're Gone

The bed was still made up on his side. Kurt couldn't help it; he stumbled to it and buried his face in the pillow. It still smelled completely of Blaine, like he was still there. His head had lain there just last night, whispering softly to Kurt in the dark. But it was never going to lie there again.

"There was an accident."

Kurt let the built up sobs escape into the pillow. It wasn't fair that everything he'd ever loved had to be ripped away from him. First his mom, his dad, and now Blaine, the love of his life. Was it his punishment for being gay?

"Your husband didn't make it."

Tiny cries filled the air and Kurt sat up, suddenly alert. He made his way to Everett's nursery and picked up their son, softly bouncing him on one hip. "Shh... don't cry, baby. It's alright." He crooned from behind his tears. Everett was the only link he had now to Blaine. He wasn't letting go anytime soon.

XOXOXOXO

A/N2- That last one made me cry. And now let's all thank Miranda again for pushing past my writer's block! Also, the picture I drew that inspired 'Glasses' can be found on my Tumblr, the link to which can be found in my profile. Reviews would be lovely~