More Klaine, because, really, they're just awesome ;D

Dedicated to my sister, kindacravingshortcake, because she really really wanted me to write this insanity.


Kurt walked out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom to find his phone buzzing on the side. He picked it up and quickly opened the text he had just received:

Transferring to McKinley! - B

Kurt felt his face break into a smile as he tapped a reply:

Yay! You still coming over? - K

Course I am. See you soon x - B

Ten minute later, there was a knock at the door, and Kurt dashed downstairs to open it. Blaine pressed a quick kiss to his lips as he came inside and walked into the kitchen.

"It's quiet today," he said, looking around. "Where is everyone?"

"Finn's round Rachel's house and Dad and Carole are at work. Coffee?"

"I thought you'd never ask. I don't know why I agreed to meet you so early in the morning." Blaine yawned widely and took a large gulp from the cup that Kurt passed him.

"Oh, I don't know, because you love me, maybe?" Kurt said as Blaine shuddered violently.

"But I could love you so much better in the afternoon. This is a horrible way to wake up," he gestured to his coffee cup, "it's so...sudden."

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You think that's sudden, try being woken up every morning with a Slushee facial."

"Slushee...facial?" Blaine blanched.

Kurt grinned mischieviously and decided to lay it on a bit thick. "If you're in the McKinley Glee club, you forget fairly quickly what it feels like to wake up normally."

Blaine looked scared, but tried to cover it by asking casually, "And, uh...who is it that...normally does these things?"

"Mostly the football team and the hockey team," Kurt said matter-of-factly. Then he clocked Blaine's rabbit-in-the-headlights expression. "Blaine, honey, I'm kidding. It's not that bad. But if you go to McKinley-"

"Which I will be," Blaine interjected.

"-then you will get a Slushee in the face at some point."

Blaine wrinkled his nose, clearly not keen. Kurt squeezed his arm. "Don't worry," he said, "I've got a plan. Did you bring your car?"

"Yes, why?"

"Can I borrow it?"

"Why do you need to borrow my car? Where are you going?"

"Where I'm going is a surprise; and I need your car because Finn's got mine because he broke his. Give me your keys."

Silently, Blaine did. You didn't argue with Kurt Hummel.

"Thank you. Now, I'll be back soon. Make yourself at home. I think there's some of Carole's chocolate cake in the fridge, if you want it," Kurt said, kissing Blaine on the cheek. "Love you." And , so saying, he left. Blaine heard the door click shut and then the roar of an engine as Kurt pulled out of the drive in his car.

What was he planning? Blaine didn't know, even fifteen minutes later when, as he was picking at a slice of Carole's (superb) cake, Kurt returned, walking into the kitchen and clutching a paper cup ominously in his hand.

"Kurt," Blaine said, standing up and holding out his hands. "What are you doing?"

"Look, Blaine, it's better this way. Trust me, it'll be less of a shock if we do it now. I even got orange, your favourite!"

"Kurt, you're not-" But Blaine was cut off as Kurt hurled the orange Slushee into his face, wincing as it splashed on the tiled floor.

"Blaie, I'm really so-"

Blaine waved the apology aside. "Don't worry about it. It's not even that bad."

Kurt just nodded, knowing it wouldn't last.

"...Oh, God, that burns!"


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