Early!Klaine. :D
Not sponsored by Kleenex, in case you were wondering.
Wouldn't it be cool though, to have a fanfic sponsored by Kleenex? It's also an awesome place for Kleenex to advertise themselves because we basically cry all the time.
Kleenex and Lotion
Kurt was just recovering from a cold when Blaine first came to visit.
It wasn't too bad, him meeting Burt- he was formal, polite and dapper, and Kurt knew by the glint in his father's eyes that he was already fond of Blaine.
After a short introduction, the boys were warned- no too sternly, but Burt was obviously very serious- to keep the door open, and went up to Kurt's room, where Kurt took Blaine's blazer and hung it on the rack next to his, while Blaine sat cross-legged on the bed, glancing around.
The room was tidy, its colors complimenting each other, and Blaine seemed to fit in perfectly. Kurt felt proud, and content.
It wasn't until he sat next to Blaine that he realized what Blaine was staring at; on his nightstand rested a pack of Kleenex and a tube of hand lotion.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" called Kurt, darting up and snatching the two, hiding them in a drawer quickly. His face was burning. "It probably sounds like a lie, but it's really not what it seems, you know I got a cold and it's winter and my hands get all dry and you know how I hate when my skin gets dry-"
"Kurt," giggled Blaine. "Honey, it's okay. I believe you. And even you were using those to masturbate," Kurt blush grew even redder at the word, "I promise it wouldn't make me think any less of you."
Kurt sat back down and put his head in his hands. "I didn't, though. Ugh, and I thought my dad would be the embarrassing one."