Early-teen!Klaine :D
Ah, writing love letters…
Love Letters and Poems
Roses are red, violets are blue…
Ugh, who even writes that anymore? It's so cliché. Blaine Anderson can surely do better, right?
But then, of course, as he brings his pencil to the paper, he dozes off thinking about those eyes he's been desperately trying to write about, and that smile and that laugh… He draws a few little hearts around the edges of the paper before refocusing and frowning at the paper once more.
You're my-
No, that's crap.
Your eyes are like the stars in-
Really, Anderson, that's the best you've got?
Our paths intertwined one rainy day,
Better, better…
And you marched in like the sun,
With a smile you make any cloud scurry away,
I look at you and I know you're the one.
This is sickening, oh god! Can't he possibly write anything charming and sweet? He crosses off what he's written and sets his pencil to the paper, determined-
Knock-knock-knock!
"Not hungry, mama," he says with an exasperated tone.
"Good, 'cause I didn't bring any food," Kurt says and opens the door, walking in too quickly for Blaine to even try and hide his notebook-
"Oh, Kurt, hey, what's going on?" he pushes the notebook under his pillow and smoothes his hands over his pants, straightening imaginary wrinkles.
"Ooh, you're definitely hiding something. Getting slow, fella! What's that?" Kurt sits on the bed and snatches the notebook from under the pillow.
"No- Kurt-" he starts but it's too late.
Kurt's eyes widen and his playful smile melts away slowly as he reads. "O-oh. I'm- I'm-" he looks up from where Blaine's neat writing reads, To Kurt. "I'm sorry." His mouth remains open slightly, eyebrows nearly at his hairline.
Blaine's cheeks are burning with rushing blood, and he takes the notebook from Kurt and looks down. "It's not even, uh, really good anyway."
Oh god, oh god, he doesn't deserve this humiliation, he's just a fourteen-year-old, he never harmed a fly! He's going to explode and officially die of embarrassment in five, four, three…
"I liked the second one," Kurt says, breaking the silence.
He doesn't have to look to know- how your eyes shine when you smile and your laughter spills from them like a spring brimming over- and blushes harder. "You think I'm ridiculous, I'm sorry-"
"I don't think you're ridiculous," says Kurt.
Blaine looks up at him like a frightened animal. "Really?"
Kurt bites his lip and smiles a tiny smile. "Well, a little ridiculous. But cute, nonetheless."
Cute?
Cute.
Cute.
"Oh," says Blaine.
"Yes, oh," Kurt giggles, and leans in quickly to kiss Blaine's cheek.
"Oh." Blaine's voice is at least five octaves higher; Kurt bursts into laughter.