Yay! The chapter is finally done! Hallelujah! *cues hallelujah chorus* Not my best, but there's still the same fluffy and cute Klaine that you've grown to know and love. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, simply put. Or A Very Potter Musical, which this contains obvious references to. All credits go to them for those.
AAH! WHAT THE- Oh, it's just you.
Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin tight jeans as a muscular arm snaked around his waist, startling him. Another long day at McKinley had just passed him by, but he had made it through. Thanks to Blaine, of course, who was now walking Kurt to his locker. Blaine smiled as they clicked their way down the hallway in fashionable shoes and returned the thought.
'Just you'?
Oh, shut up. You know what I meant.
And what did you mean, pray tell? Blaine gave a devious grin.
When I said- er, thought- 'Just you', I meant 'Oh good! It's just my sexy little hobbit and not a psychopathic demon killer who will try to rip out my mortal soul and eat it! Yay!"
Oh… Well that's good, I suppose.
Kurt held up his first finger and thumb in the 'Just a little bit' gesture and turned to his locker, fixing the photo of Blaine in the middle upon noticing it was crooked. Blaine made a mental note to get a locker photo of Kurt for himself.
So how long has that been there?
You're a man of many questions today, aren't you?
Come, on Kurt.
I can't say, not only because it would be embarrassing and make me seem like a stalker, but because I honestly don't know. Since the middle of last year?
Really?
Kurt gave an awkward little smile that was strongly reminiscent of the times he and Blaine had before getting together. And as he leaned nervously against the nearest locker, it clearly spelled out the answer to Blaine's question.
When do I get photo of YOU for my locker, then? Because it seems I'm already more than half a year behind.
Patience, young hobbit.
Blaine just rolled his eyes and playfully tugged Kurt away from the locker, making sure to close it first.
Speaking of patience, I haven't seen you all day…
Your poi- mmm.
Kurt's train of thought was abruptly derailed as Blaine's lips crashed into his and their bodies collided, effectively sending the both of them stumbling back against the wall of lockers. The paler boy reciprocated just as eagerly, tracing the edge of Blaine's bottom lip with his tongue, earning what almost felt like a shiver from his lover. Blaine made a desperate, amazing sound and deepened the kiss with his own tongue, the need for contact becoming more and more urgent with every passing second. Friction was a necessity right now, and just as hormone levels were getting higher and higher and the two were moments away from losing control-
"My eyes!"
Blaine groaned in frustration and pulled away, tightly gripping Kurt's fingers in his own. A red face and noticeably messy hair on the both of them completed the image of an average teen couple that just had a very private moment intruded on. The countertenor sighed in silent agreement and turned to face the voice.
"Really, Finn? Again?"
Why does this always happen to us?
I couldn't tell you if I tried…
The quarterback held up his hands defensively, "Hey, I don't like it anymore than you do. Believe me." He finished with a serious expression.
"Not to be rude, Finn, but why are you here anyways?" Blaine demanded.
"Just got out of football practice. I was going to stay and get my project for English done at my locker."
Kurt threw him a bitch glare that clearly said, 'Leave already!' and crossed his arms defiantly. "Alright, alright! I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh." Finn finally conceded, slouching all the way to the double doors. Satisfied, Kurt pulled Blaine back down the hallway.
Where are we going?
Again, patience, young hobbit.
The curly haired boy just rolled his eyes at this and decided to cooperate. Nearly falling over as he slid on the floor around a particularly waxy corner, his curiosity was getting the best of him. Fortunately, his burning question was about to be answered. Just around the corner on the left wall sat a painting of people having what appeared to be picnic, which Kurt pointed to wordlessly.
Don't tell me, let me guess.
Blaine faked confusion for a few moments, stroking nonexistent facial hair on his chin.
You want me to take you on a picnic?
Ding ding ding! Give the sexy hobbit a prize!
When?
As soon as humanly possible.
Works for me. Let's go!
Wait, now? Really?
You said as soon as possible. Now come on!
Kurt laughed as Blaine yanked him away from the painting, but pulled Blaine back in a moment of realization. "Wait!" He called.
What?
Kurt ran back around the corner and adjusted the position of the painting.
It was tilted sideways!
So the painting was like us?
What do you mean?
You know, not straight.
The pair stopped to look at each other and could only hold face for a moment before they both burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
So the painting is gay?
Pretty much.
How about that picnic?
Blaine gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek and intertwined their fingers.
Lead the way.
*SEPARATIONLINE SEPARATIONLINE SEPARATIONLINE SEPARATIONLINESEPARATIONLINE*
Blaine chuckled as he and Kurt strolled through the park, fingers intertwined, the lifeless leaves scattered across the pavement making a crunch-crunch noise in time with their steps. Birds were chirping, children were laughing and roaming about in the nearby playground, and the fall breeze provided a constant storm of red, yellow, and orange hues raining from the trees. Everything was as picture-perfect as a romantic comedy as they continued walking, looking for only the best spot for their little feast.
So Finn really wouldn't stop glaring at you the whole time you were getting ready?
I swear! I mean, I've never seen someone make a sandwich quite so aggressively. By the time I left, he was giving the Wonder bread the death stare.
Well, in his defence, that was the third- or was it the fourth?- time now, so he's probably a little bit scarred-for-life.
Your point?
My point is, we're even by now.
I guess so. Besides, I can't stay mad at him for very long. He's a lot like you.
Blaine cocked his head in adorable confusion.
How so?
He's an idiot sometimes, but in the in end I love him anyways.
Ahh... Not sure if I'm loving the analogy...
Kurt swatted playfully at Blaine's chest with his free hand.
Aah! Abuse! Blaine joked, making a mock appalled face.
You're nuts, you know that?
Yes. But I'm also hungry, so we need to find a spot to sit right now, before my stomach implodes.
Kurt just groaned inwardly and with a good natured smirk, dragged Blaine off to a more grassy area. Satisfied upon finding shade under a small tree, he plopped down on the ground and opened the picnic basket. Not surprisingly, the first thing Blaine reached for was the giant pack of Red Vines Kurt had remembered to pack. The countertenor slapped his hand away gently, earning a glare from his boyfriend.
What was that for?
I don't want you to spoil your appetite!
But they're TOTALLY AWESOME!
I know, believe me, I want them too. But can they wait until after the chicken salad sandwiches, at least?
Fine.
An unfortunate sandwich was pulled eagerly from the basket and deposited into Blaine's mouth. Kurt choked back a laugh as Blaine gave him a confused look, lettuce protruding from his lips.
What?
Ha ha, nothing. Just finish your sandwich.
*SEPARATIONLINE SEPARATIONLINE SEPARATIONLINE SEPARATIONLINE SEPARATIONLINE*
Blaine, come on. There is no way a stapler could be a port key!
No, no, no! It's common knowledge that a port key can be any seemingly harmless object, like, a football, or a dolphin!
Can a person be a port key, then?
No, because then if a person were to touch themselves, they would be constantly transported to different places.
Kurt actually burst out laughing at this and leaned back against Blaine to steady himself. He didn't even realize that he had put his head on Blaine's shoulder until he felt his warm breath because it had become so natural that it was almost a reflex. A thought crossed Kurt's mind, something he had totally forgotten before but was glad he had remembered.
Hey Blaine?
Yeah?
What's your favourite way to say red wines in a German accent?
RED VINES! OH MY GOD!
Diving for the picnic basket in a matrix-like motion, Blaine retrieved the liquorice and pulled the tub open with a satisfying pop. Kurt reached for one immediately, but Blaine stopped him.
Wait, I want to try something.
He put one end of a Red Vine in his mouth- and offered the other to Kurt. Kurt grinned and started chewing in time with Blaine, the two of them getting closer at an equally quick rate. All of a sudden, their lips met, causing what was nothing short of a cherry-mixed-with-passion-explosion! The taste of each other made the world seem unimportant and everything seemed to be slowly fading away into blissful ignorance...
It didn't get much better than this.
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