Song: A Smokey Room – Eliza Doolittle
Date: 16.06.12
A/N: Aaah, remember the days where I used to write drabbles based on the actual song and not just the title?
Kurt rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. He reached across the bed for Blaine but instead his hand ran over the cold, empty sheet.
Wait, was that burning he could smell?
Kurt jumped out of bed – well, as much as he could jump with no caffeine in his system – and ran into the kitchen.
It was filled with smoke and the fire alarm was having a screaming fit on the ceiling. "Blaine! What's going on?" Kurt flailed.
"Um… I made breakfast?"