one-shots [klaine]

Chalk

Might as well post all the drabbles I write here :P

Another random word piece

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There's different designs every time he passes the house on the way to his own, chalk drawings littering the pavement in the middle of the wild lawn and garage entryway. Pink suns, green stick figures with yellow dresses and grey hats. Orange popsicles, teal penguins with red beaks and dark blue bellies.

They're intriguing to Blaine, whose parents never let him draw with chalk on the pavement outside, or get his expensive clothes dirty. He finds it nice to see the creations every day, the promise of a new one daily getting him excited for the prospect of passing 415 Whitman Avenue on his path from elementary school to his far too big house with a new man monthly and a room for his brother who never visits.

One day the drawings stop. There's no more suns, or stick figures, or popsicles, or penguins. It makes Blaine sad to think there's nothing for him to be excited for on his dreary walk at the end of every day.

His solution? He takes some of his allowance he's been saving, goes down to the nearest shop like a big boy, and buys one of those buckets of chalk that last for ages. The friendly cashier gladly helps him lift it up to be scanned and he's on his way.

Blaine normally finishes his homework in school because he's bored - okay, he has no friends but that's fine with him - so he has plenty of space to fit the bucket in his rolling schoolbag. Once he approaches 415 Whitman Avenue, he stops and takes out the bucket, retrieving a bright green stick and being careful to keep it away from his clothes.

He writes on the pavement, Why did you stop drawing? in sloppy, loopy handwriting. Next to it he draws a six-pointed star and fills it in with the same green chalk stick.

The next day he actually gets a reply and he's elated to find that it's been done out in his favourite colour - red. His smile quickly falls, though, when he sees the message. I'm sad. The writing isn't much neater than Blaine's but a little more proper and with less curls that Blaine has just for aesthetics.

The dark haired boy wastes no time in thinking out and writing a reply and drawing a heart, this time in blue, next to it.

Exactly one month later Blaine knows enough from messages exchanged through chalk on pavement about the boy who'd been behind the original drawings to feel brave enough to knock on his door. He'd learnt that Kurt - Kurt, that's a pretty name - was home schooled and had recently lost his mother, hence the sadness and discontinuation of chalk designs.

A bald man opens the door. He looks intimidating at first glance but Blaine would find out he has a heart of a softie later. "You the kid who's been making my son happy?"

"Yes, sir."

"He's been wanting to meet you. Come in, kiddo."