I know I've gone all MIA, I'm sorry. School is damn stressful- I probably won't be around too much for another three weeks because of exams, and then I'm going abroad for a few days, and then I'll be posting so much you'll be sick of me :)
Anyway, pocket!Blaine (basically, Blaine is only a few inches tall) has been going around the fandom for a while and I decided to write my take on it!
Tiny
Kurt feels something tickling his cheek, so he swats it away, and hears a high-pitched squeal that could only belong to Blaine. He startles and opens his eyes, muttering, "wha'appened? B'aine?" he looks around the bed, and there's no one else in it, besides…
A little spot of dark color against his white pillow, but he can't see it, for the lack of glasses; he ducks close to inspect it, and- oh.
"Kurt, please help me," whispers Blaine, terrified and tiny, sitting on Kurt's pillow with tears in his eyes.
"B-Blaine." Kurt is on the verge of hyperventilating- his husband is small enough to sit in his palm, oh god, what is he gonna do? His husband is tiny!
"I woke up and I wanted to go the bathroom and I was suddenly like this, Kurt, I don't know what to do! What if I stay like this forever? What if-"
Kurt just stares at him, wide-eyed, until he feels like he's about to faint, and throws the blanket off himself (why is it so hot suddenly, oh god, oh god) and lifts his knees, tucking his head between them, trying to controls his breaths.
He's tiny!
Breathe, you need to breathe.
Should I call 911?
They'll hurt him!
Why would they, don't be stupid.
Because he's tiny!
Oh my god, my husband shrunk, my husband is the size of my palm!
We won't be able to have sex anymore-
He hears a soft crying sound behind him and jerks up, turns around to see Blaine on the pillow, sobbing into his hands.
"No, no no no, Blaine, sweetheart, don't cry," he says helplessly, unsure how to even approach someone so small- he can't hug him, he can't hold his hand, oh god, what is he supposed to do?! "It's going to be alright, I promise, I'll make it alright, don't worry, please don't cry," he tries again, and reaches out to touch Blaine's back, stroking him soothingly with the tip of his finger.
The volume of Blaine's crying lowers slowly, and he looks up at Kurt with red-rimmed eyes.
Kurt experimentally holds out his other hand, offering Blaine to climb on it, and when he does, Kurt brings him close to his face. They look at each other for a moment, Blaine's small body shaking with hiccups and tears, Kurt's eyes inspecting him to see if he's hurt- there's a small red mark on his forehead, where Kurt must've pushed him away earlier in his sleep, oh, honey.
"It's- it's going to be okay, B, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you. I'll fix this, okay?"
Blaine nods, and curls into an even tinier ball, pressing a hand against the surface of Kurt's skin.
Kurt holds him closer to his chest, petting his back with his thumb. "We'll go to sleep now, and in the morning we can figure out what to do, okay?"
Blaine lets out a sob, his hand curling to a fist by his leg.
"I love you, sweetheart, I promise it'll be alright. I promise…" He lies back down with Blaine cradled to his chest, so heavy all of a sudden…
Kurt gasps and jerks awake, immediately looking around for Blaine and, thank god, finding him full-sized on the other side of the bed.
"Oh thank god, Blaine," he calls, wrapping his arms around him, burying his face in his warm chest.
"Kurt?" says Blaine in a sleepy voice, "what-"
"You're okay, you're not tiny anymore!" Kurt smiles at him, tearing. "I thought- I- never mind, you're okay, that's all that matters now, everything is alright!"
"Um, I still am kinda tiny, I don't think that's changed recently…" mutters Blaine, confused, but Kurt isn't listening.
"I'm just glad you're okay," murmurs Kurt into Blaine's pajama shirt. "I love you."
"I-" Blaine frowns, and then decides he's too tired to investigate. "I love you, too. Goodnight, babe."