I actually kind of loved that they broke Klaine up, because it led to such amazing storylines! That’s the weird thing, it’s not that I don’t love the storylines any less, it’s not that I don’t love the characters any less, and it’s definitely not that I think everyone involved in that show is any less whip smart. I still intellectually, and emotionally!, enjoy it. I’m just not clawing the walls for new episodes, desperately trying to fill the void with fic and meta.
Anyway, here’s your fic~ it takes place shortly after they get togetherin the second season.
The little boy shrieks as his older sister pushes him in the cart, waving his arms as he yells for faster, faster. Kurt rolls his eyes, looking over at Blaine so that they can have one of their unspoken conversations about how annoying something is. A light, happy feeling bubbles up in spite of Kurt’s determination to be annoyed, because he and Blaine have unspoken conversations. They had them before, Kurt only ever had to look at Blaine to send him into a fit of hysterics but it… feels different now.
Or it would if Blaine was looking at him. Kurt clears his throat pointedly. Blaine jerks his eyes away guiltily from where they’d been staring at the siblings with something close to hunger. Kurt raises his eyebrows. “Sorry,” Blaine says automatically. He’s been doing that more and more lately, and Kurt would be upset about it except he suspects the only reason Blaine doesn’t always fall into automatic apologies with people is that he’s always on guard against it. He’s not sure how he feels about the fact that for Blaine, being open means being so sorry.
Blaine looks at the kids again. “I just never really got to do that. It looks fun.”
“You never rode in the cart?” Kurt’s mind boggles. Some of his earliest memories are of riding in the cart next to his mom’s purse, begging her to buy him cakes for his tea parties.
“No,” Blaine says slowly, unconsciously craning his neck to keep the kids in view. “My father said it was unbecoming and crass. I walked, the few times I even went to the supermarket.” He quirks his lips up at Kurt, but Kurt can’t really call it a smile. “I’m a guy, so cooking and shopping weren’t really supposed to be for me.”
Blaine never really talks about his family, so the few times he does always makes Kurt feel like he’s groping about in the dark. He hates that feeling. He is Kurt Hummel, dammit, and if there is no light then he will make on. He does the first thing he can think of. “Here,” Kurt blurts out, and shoves the cart at Blaine so hard he nearly bowls him over.
“What?” Blaine winces, rubbing his knees.
“Get in,” Kurt says, as imperious as he can make himself. “Come on, I don’t have all day. We still have to get fresh strawberries and cream if I’m going to show you what a proper tea party is like.”
Blaine laughs awkwardly, trying to puh the cart away. Kurt pushes it more firmly into his hands. He raises his eyebrows in silent challenge, because he knows what that does to Blaine.
This time, it really is a smile breaking out over Blaine’s face. He looks around quickly to make sure no one can see him, and then vaults into the cart with so much childlike glee that it makes Kurt laugh. He twists around so he can grin at Kurt. “Faster,” he says, and Kurt loves him so much it almost hurts.