A/N: So this is a story written from personal experience. I have an irrational fear of cockroaches, but I absolutely love other insects - I can pick them up and let them crawl all over me.

Rating: T - language

"Blaine! Blaine! Oh my god Blaine get rid of it!"

Blaine looked up from the laptop, his eyes wide – ready to panic. When he spotted Kurt on a chair, eyes trained on something Blaine couldn't see, he relaxed slightly. But only slightly.

"Kurt, what's wrong?"

"Cockroach!" Kurt whimpered.

Blaine cocked an eyebrow. "Kurt…"

"No. Don't you dare tell me I'm being childish or irrational. Get that fucking thing out of my room."

Blaine laughed before jumping up, grabbing one of Kurt's shoes.

"No!" Kurt screamed. "Not my shoes!"

Blaine huffed. "Do you have any insect repellent?"

Kurt shook his head, still watching the cockroach.

"What do you want me to kill it with?"

Kurt shrugged, glaring at it. "Just…throw it out the window or something."

"Do you have some paper?"

Kurt pointed at his notebooks and Blaine pounced on the pile, finding two blank pages and ripping them out. Kurt watched as Blaine stealthily crawled towards the cockroach, trapping it between the two pieces of paper before it could escape.

"Out the window." Kurt whispered. "Please."

Blaine chuckled, contemplating throwing it at him, before realising that no, Kurt might actually kill him. He moved towards the window, chucking both pieces out before shutting it. Kurt looked around for a couple of seconds before deeming it safe, and climbing down from his chair and letting out a breath of relief.

"Thank you…"

Blaine raised an eyebrow at him. "What brought that on?"

"What?"

"The cockroach phobia. I thought you liked bugs?"

"I tolerate bugs. But I just can't deal with cockroaches."

"Why?"

Kurt shrugged. "I just…can't. They're strange and gross and horrible and…" Kurt shuddered. "They've got gross little faces and horrible legs, and their bodies are such an ugly shade of brown…and plus, they fly. They fly Blaine! What in gods' name inspired someone to create such a god-awful creature?"

Blaine laughed heartily, pulling Kurt into a hug. "Don't worry. I won't let the cockroaches get you."

Kurt grinned, kissing him gently. "You better not. And I swear, if you ever use my phobia against me, I will kill you."

Blaine laughed. "I'd never do that."

"And you're not to tell anyone either. I get teased enough as it is."

Blaine shook his head, kissing Kurt again.

"You worry far too much."

Kurt shrugged. "As long as you're around, I don't need to worry...you'll protect me."

"From everything?"

"Everything. Especially the cockroaches."

A/N: My reaction is pretty much the same as Kurt's - get the fuck away from it and wait until it's dead before you move again.