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a little collection of fluffy stories about smol blaine and tol kurt
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Blaine was well aware that he was, well, less than average height. (He never uses the 'S' word!)
And if he wasn't aware, Kurt reminded him everyday. Blaine wasn't a fan.
Kurt loved using Blaine's perfectly gelled head as an armrest, to which be would receive a sharp elbow in the rib or slap to the wrist as Blaine flattened down his hair.
Kurt always had the upper hand in arguments. If Blaine was being particularly stubborn, the blue-eyed boy would simply pick up Blaine and sling him over his shoulder, ticking Blaine until he gave in.
Blaine didn't totally hate that one.
Oh, but Blaine did hate Kurt's favourite short-shaming activity.
Kurt was absolutely in love with Blaine. Blaine and his beautiful curly locks. He always thought that it was a shame that Blaine felt the need to gel it down. That's when Kurt got the idea.
"Kurt? Have you seen my gel?" Blaine would yell.
No answer. After a few more minutes of Blaine searching for hair gel, he came across Kurt, who was smirking as he held the bottle of gel above his head-well out of Blaine's reach.
Let's just say Blaine's Dalton Fight Club Mode was on. It took a few kicks to the shins, some attempts and climbing the taller boy, when Blaine realized that a kiss would save his precious hair gel from the hands of it's evil, gorgeous and sexy capturer.
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Blaine could sometimes be a ball of complete rage.
A tiny, adorable ball of rage.
But don't let his looks fool you! That Hobbit can really throw some hands. (In the wise, wise words of one Santana Lopez.)
That meant whenever Blaine threw a fit, Kurt had to be there to gently pick up the thrashing boy, quietly apologize and run away.
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"Suck my dick, Sebastian! We have to do an acapella number at Nationals! We're the Warblers for goodness sakes!" Blaine half whined-half yelled. Kurt was standing behind him, gently squeezing his shoulders.
"Well, Blaine, I may just take you up on that offer, but I'm the captain now, and what I say goes." Sebastian smirked. Kurt glared at the meerkat-faced boy as he continued tracing patterns on Blaine's back.
"Okay, you know what, you horse faced-" Blaine yelled lunging at Sebastian, throwing a fist in the air.
Kurt really wanted to see Blaine beat the shit out Sebastian, he really did! But instead he sighed, and picked up Blaine, throwing him over his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Warblers!" Kurt apologized quietly, carrying the still kicking and screaming Blaine out of the room.
•3•
"Babe, I'm home!" Kurt called into the quiet apartment, setting down his things.
"Living room!" Blaine called back.
"Hey, hon-What are you doing, Blaine?" Kurt stared at the shorter man, who was laying on the floor in the middle splits.
Kurt must say, Blaine was quite flexible. He shook his head trying to hide the smirk on hid face, pushing his dirty thoughts aside.
"I'm stretching! I read on the internet that if you stretch your legs, you can grow two inches!" Blaine exclaimed, looking up with that adorable puppy dog stare that made Kurt melt.
Kurt knelt down and kissed Blaine's forehead. "Baby, I'm sorry but I don't think it's possible for you to grow two inches. You're 22."
"Dang it." Blaine muttered.
"Besides, I think you're the perfect cuddling size." Kurt smiled, ruffling Blaine's hair as he wrapped his arms around the curly-haired boy.
Blaine happily hummed as he melted into his husband's arms.
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Sunday morning breakfast making. A favourite activity in the Hummel-Anderson household. The newly weds spent their Sunday's lazing around, cuddling, cooking and just basking in each other's presence.
"I need chocolate chips for the pancakes!" Kurt said as he felt Blaine's arms around his waist, temporarily stopping his frantic mixing.
"On it!" Blaine smiled. He looked around for the chocolate chips and noticed it was on the top shelf.
Blaine rolled his eyes, knowing it was Kurt's doing, and began jumping up and down, attempting to reach it.
Bowls, spices and kitchen items of all kinds came raining down as the shorter boy tried to reach the oh-so important ingredient.
"Need help, babe?" Kurt chuckled at the sight in front of him.
Blaine scoffed. "Nope!" He panted.
"Okay, then. Blaine, honey, don't hurt yourself!"
Blaine sarcastically smiled.
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A few minutes of utter chaos in the kitchen past by.
"Kurt?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I need help."
Kurt laughed as he stood on his tiptoes and reached for the chocolate chips, tipping the sealed bag toward him, and catching it as it fell.
"I love you, my beautiful tiny husband."
"I love you too, you sexy spaghetti noodle." Blaine laughed as he threw his arms around Kurt's neck, pressing his lips against the older man's.
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this is my apology for not updating in 237 years! also Blaine is a literal 5 year old in this and i love it
