And another one. Am I on a roll? I think not. I'm just incredibly bored. I promise I'll start to like my writing again soon.
Prompt: Inspiration board
Words: 213
There were magazines everywhere. Okay, so maybe everywhere was a slight exaggeration. There weren't, for example, any pinned to the ceiling. Oh, wait. As Blaine squinted at the hanging bare bulb, he saw the magazine cutting stuck next to it. Everywhere.
He carefully stepped over the Leaning Tower of Brochures (Kurt had hit him last night when he'd suggested that name, but had to admit that it was accurate) and set the coffee mug he'd been carrying on one of the few magazine-free spots of floor. From here, it looked like there were even more scraps of glossy pictures.
"How are you getting on?"
Kurt looked up, seemingly confused at his sudden non-isolation.
"Coffee," Blaine responded as if in way of an answer. It must have worked, because Kurt nodded and picked the mug from the floor.
"It's…getting there."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You mean you have an idea of what you want here?"
To give Kurt his dues, he did look guilty. "It's an inspiration board. I need to see all the choices."
Blaine peered at the wall, where Kurt had cut swatches of colour to stick them to the wall. "No pink?" he asked.
"I don't want to stereotype," he replied, smiling. "Besides, what if we have another after this one?"