Klaine Oneshots

Notes

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the note that had been flicked idly onto his desk. Blaine was studiously taking notes - on what, Kurt couldn't tell - but Kurt knew his friend had been the culprit. Checking to make sure the teacher was occupied, Kurt unballed the note and smoothed it out.

This is the most boring class ever.

Shaking his head, Kurt picked up his pen and scribbled back a response before sliding it under Blaine's elbow.

It's study hall. It's not meant to be exciting, which is why Cameron's sleeping.

He attempted to continue working on his pre-calculus homework, but the note returned just a few moments later.

Well I don't have anything to study, nobody gave me homework this morning. Wanna play a game?

Kurt couldn't stop the smile crossing his face at his friend's childish antics. It seemed nowadays that every little action that Blaine did only endeared him to Kurt even more, which was a problem because it seemed that Blaine was only interested in being friends. Granted, Kurt hadn't asked, but it was Blaine. Lead soloist Blaine, out and proud Blaine... too far out of Kurt's league Blaine. And he just had to get used to that.

Realizing that the letter was still in front of him, Kurt scrawled down his response and handed it back.

How old are you again?

And Kurt found himself learning new things about Blaine every single day. Like the way Blaine wrote with his tongue sticking ever so slightly out of his mouth when he was concentrating, like he was now.

Seven, of course. Please?

And how even his writing could have the puppy dog eyes effect. Definitely not fair.

Fine. What kind of game?

Kurt couldn't help but remember all the note-passing games he and Mercedes used to play back in elementary school. Quinn would join in on occasion - this was back in the days before popularity mattered after all - but for the most part it was just the two of them, playing whichever game had caught their attention that day.

Apparently Blaine had the same fond memories.

MASH!

Below the word, Blaine had already set up the game. Kurt tried not to snigger at the thought of himself being a psychologist with eleven kids before choosing the number eight and handing the paper back to Blaine.

Three minutes and four math questions later, the paper returned.

So, you're marrying Tom Felton, living in a shack, having two kids by the miracle of surrogacy and you'll be a stay at home... husband.

Kurt shook his head, setting up his own game for Blaine to play. As he passed it over, he glanced up at the clock to see that they were close to the end of the period, but strangely enough Kurt didn't want it to be over.

Blaine gave back the paper with the number 12 scrawled at the top and Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course he would be difficult. He began to count around in a circle, keeping an eye on the teacher. Somehow he didn't think he could explain MASH as homework for any subject in particular...

As he reached his answer, Kurt bit back a laugh.

Jeff's now going to be out for your blood, especially when you have twenty children with his current boyfriend, and somehow manage that in a tiny New York apartment while you work as a piano teacher. Great stuff.