Song: Generator (Second Floor) – Freelance Whales
Date: 10.08.12
A/N: This song confuses me. Hence weird drabble.
"Blaine… you're not seriously going up there, are you?" Kurt said, staring at the ceiling door he and his boyfriend were currently stood under.
The attic.
More important, the attic in Windsor House. Who knew what was in there.
"I put some furniture up there when I first moved in. And I think something I put in here would look great in your room," Blaine explained, setting up the stepladder beneath the door.
"OK, but, honey, be careful, OK?"
"I will," Blaine promised, ascending up the step ladder and pushing the door open and pulling himself into the attic. He seated himself on the edge of it, his legs dangling through the gap.
"Whoa, there is so much dust up here," Blaine announced.
"Can you see what you're looking for?" Kurt asked nervously, clutching the step ladder.
"Yep!"
"Good, now grab it and get back down!"
After a bit of manoeuvring and minor injuries (a stubbed toe on Blaine's behalf), Blaine climbed back down the stepladder, slightly dustier and sweatier than he had been before. He was holding a lamp.
"Got it!"
Kurt examined the lamp. He smiled. "Blaine, this would look awesome in my room. Thank you."
Bad ending is bad.