Klaine Fluff and Fanfic

Okay so most of these are by the most amazing fanfic writer The Other from A Collection of Klaine! Look her up

Kurt was back at New Directions. It was a hell of a change, but Blaine took it in his stride, encouraging his boyfriend and supporting him wholeheartedly.

The first day back, Blaine was at Kurt's house before he got home, waiting patiently in his room. Kurt's tired, forlorn expression was replaced by one of joy when he saw Blaine, casually sitting on his bed.

"Blaine!" he cried gleefully, flinging himself into Blaine's arms.

Blaine took a moment in the hug, breathing in Kurt's clean, reassuring scent. He smelled amazing.

"What was with the sadface?" Blaine asked, and Kurt gave him a puzzled look as they pulled away from the hug. "Just before, when you came in. Did something happen today?"

"Oh," Kurt flustered, placing his bag neatly into its position at the foot of his bed. Blaine smirked and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before sitting down at the bed with him.

"Rachel's been writing like a demon and has all this new music for me to learn, that apparently everyone else knows...however, I have my doubts about Puckerman...Some of its pretty weird...and they want me to learn by..." Kurt stopped himself. "Sorry, I'm rambling. I had a good day actually. I didn't see Karofsky all day, luckily."

Blaine pushed a stray strand of hair behind Kurt's ear, kissing him gently.

"I'm glad you had a good day." He whispered, nuzzling his neck.

"How was yours?" Kurt asked with a soft peck at Blaine's earlobe.

"Lonely without you. Wes and David were making fun of my moping," Blaine stood up. "Show me this new music,"

Kurt pulled his bag towards him and dug around in it, finding a thick plastic sleeve of paper.

"You didn't exaggerate." Blaine muttered, pulling up a chair to Kurt's desk.

Kurt remained on the bed, stretching out while Blaine poured over the music. He fiddled and wrote on it, rubbing out things as he hummed to the music.

"You want me to be there?" Kurt asked after a while, although he regretted asking. His pillow was being very comfortable.

"No, it's fine. Just reading...you've got a lot of work cut out for you," Blaine laughed. "But the songs are good, no doubt."

Kurt smiled and listened to Blaine as he hummed and sang out some lines. His eyes fluttered shut and he yawned.

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Kurt woke up several hours later - his light was off and his room was empty. A piece of paper lay on his chest.

Kurt

I was going to wake you to say goodbye, but you just looked so adorable sleeping, I just couldn't wake you! Call me when you wake up so I can say goodbye properly.

Blaine xoxoxoxox

Kurt smiled, yawning as he sat up. He flicked on his light and groggily moved to his desk, where his phone lay. He pressed Blaine's autodial number and listened to the rings as he tried to concentrate on the sheet music.

What have [I] been [] reduced to? What has my [l]ife bec[o]me?

I'[v]e no id[e]a what [] I'm to do...Wh[y] d[o] I feel so n[u]mb?

Kurt stared at the manuscript again, frowning. There were closed brackets around some of the letters, and some of the spaces between the letters - they were clearly drawn in pencil.

"Have a good sleep?" Blaine's cheery voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah," Kurt said absently, staring closer at his sheet music. He took a glance at the rest of the page, and the pages after it. The markings were there. "Um, did you do anything to my music?"

"I most certainly did," Blaine answered smugly.

"What did you do?" Kurt asked curiously, shuffling through the music.

"You've got to figure that one out on your own," Blaine teased, and Kurt frowned.

"That's mean,"

"It's a puzzle."

"Can you tell me what it means?"

"No,"

Kurt stared dumbly at the encryption, before he got an idea.

"Fine." He put the phone on loudspeaker and retrieved his pencil and a blank piece of paper.

"You figured it out yet?" Blaine asked annoyingly.

"Shush," Kurt muttered, staring at the letters.

"It's easy once you know what you're doing," he hinted and Kurt huffed.

"Shush. I can't concentrate with you talking to me,"

Five minutes of silence passed, and Blaine couldn't hold it in any longer.

"How far have you gotten?"

"Ugh. Nowhere. I hate puzzles. Can you give me a clue?"

Blaine laughed. "You spoil half the fun," he sobered up a bit before replying. "Write everything in brackets down. Call me back when you figure it out,"

Kurt hung up and got to work, hastily scribbling down the letters, not finishing until he reached the last paper. Staring at the sheet of paper, he read it back to himself.

I love you so much, Kurt Hummel

There's no possible way to express these feelings I have for you, so I'm going to show you in as many ways as possible, starting with this message.

And Dinner. Care to join me tonight?

Kurt was silent, touching the paper gently. He was dumbstruck - amazed - there were too many words to describe his emotion. He knew it would've taken a while, spreading the message out over at least ten pieces of paper - trying to find the right letters in the lines. He breathlessly dialled Blaine's number, and didn't give him a chance to talk when he picked up.

"You're amazing," he simply said, and Blaine chuckled.

"I take it that's a yes then?"

"Of course it's a yes. Why would I deny you dinner?"

"Well, I'm outside your house, so..."

Kurt hurried downstairs, leaving his phone on the desk, still supporting the connection to Blaine. He flung open the front door and launched himself at Blaine, kissing him forcibly. Blaine grinned against his lips, then winced slightly as he dropped his phone in the process of wrapping Kurt in a tight embrace.

"Sorry," Kurt flushed. Here Blaine was, being the best boyfriend in the world, and Kurt makes him break his phone.

"Don't worry about it..." Blaine kissed him again, taking his mind off it. "I needed a new one anyway,"

Blaine bent down to grab the phone and sighed heavily. "Not even a scratch," he said almost sadly. Straightening, he grinned at Kurt. "Where were we?"

"You were deciding what we were having for dinner," Kurt clung onto Blaine again, his arms flung around his neck, eager to be close.

Blaine laughed again. "Was I now?" He snaked his arms around Kurt's waist, kissing him teasingly.

"Yes,"

Blaine closed Kurt's front door for him and lead Kurt to his car.

"Well...let's have..."

He was cut off by another kiss, as Kurt clung to him again.

"I'm sorry, but you're too amazing to be let go of..."

"I noticed,"