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This is a prompt series. The many stories of Klaine's first meeting. I know you've probably seen all of these before but I couldn't help myself.
These prompts vary and are not in any specific orders. I am taking requests for these prompts if you want to submit some to me. By all means, send me some ideas and I will be sure to credit you of course. There will be prompts that came strictly from me but I'll be sure to let you know.
I am not sure how long this will be but we'll just say at first I will shoot for fifty. We'll see how it goes until then. The rating will be T for now, I'll change the rating if I need too but for now, it's T.
This was originally a tumblr project so I thought I would share it here as well. I'm going to try to get a prompt out at least once a week, wish me luck.
First prompt request :: tobeleftoutinthedark requested Kurt goes grocery shopping to buy Tangerines and bumps into someone who grabs for the same fruit.
This came out kind of cute. It is short, which a good bit of them will be but I still like them and hope you will too. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
.: Tangerine :.
If there was a particular kind of shopping Kurt Hummel hated the most, it was grocery shopping. He groaned as he walked into the grocery store just down the street from his and his roommate's, Rachel Berry, apartment, grabbed a hand basket and made his way down the first aisle that was before him. He brought out his phone to look at the grocery list Rachel had made. Why she couldn't do it, he had no idea. At least it got him out of the apartment for a little while. She was too busy rehearsing some lines and songs that he barely had a moment of peace and quiet. He loved the girl deeply but sometimes he just wanted to shove a sock in her mouth so that he could enjoy the brief moment of quiet.
Tofu. Carrots. Ear plugs. The ear plugs were for him. A year living in New York and he could sleep through the traffic but Rachel's snoring was a different story. No matter how many times she denied it (and how would she know if she is sleeping?) Rachel snored louder than New York traffic. She was also a vegan so his grocery shopping was a bit more difficult. He snuck in a few non-vegan friendly foods here and there. He had to have his ice cream, that was just non-negotiable.
Kurt found himself taking his precious time going down each aisle. There really was no real rush to go home. He didn't have to work today and there was nothing that really needed his attention. He no longer had a relationship to occupy himself. Travis was a nice guy but Kurt felt absolutely nothing for him. He felt kind of bad when he broke it off with the man but what could he do? There was no spark and there was no butterflies in his stomach when he saw him. That was the last time he would let Rachel set him up with one of her dance partners.
Apples. Grapes. Tangerines. Kurt liked tangerines. Rachel hated them. He grabbed the small bag of red seedless grapes before he walked over to the big box of Tangerines. They looked like they were just put in the box – meaning they were fresh. That was the last one on the list and he could...well go home and do nothing. Maybe he'll talk to Finn or see what's going on, on Facebook. He hardly used that place anymore.
He saw one right in the middle of the bunch and reached for it. Unknown to him, that someone else had their eye on it and grabbed it at the same moment. Kurt felt a hand brush against him on the same piece of fruit and felt a slight...shock.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention," a man said as he quickly pulled his hand away from the fruit. Kurt turned to the apologetic, and quite handsome man. The man had curly hair that was only slightly gelled, not too much so that's a plus, he was wearing a tight long sleeved navy shirt and blue jean pants. He was only slightly shorter than Kurt and from what he could tell, he had light brown almost hazel looking eyes.
"No...it's all right. I wasn't paying attention either," Kurt responded. The man smiled as he grabbed another tangerine.
"I guess we were both in our worlds. Grocery shopping your least favorite?" Kurt returned the smile.
"It's not even on my least favorite list," Kurt answered. The man laughed.
"Same. My older brother somehow conned me into coming even though it's his turn. The price you pay for having a relative as a roommate," the man responded.
"Or a roommate in general. Mine is vegan so shopping is always a chore for me," Kurt said in a slight tired voice.
"Ouch. I like vegan food but I like a burger every now and then," the man said as he and Kurt both started walking away from the produce aisle and toward the registers.
"I'm sort of health conscience but I do have my guilty pleasures," Kurt said. "I'm Kurt, by the way." The man smiled and held his hand out to Kurt.
"I'm Blaine." Kurt took the offering hand. "So, you live close by?" Blaine asked. Kurt laughed a little.
"Down the street actually. The joys of New York. A car isn't necessary," Kurt placed his basket on the counter while the cashier took the products out. Blaine had followed Kurt to the same register.
"That is very true. I actually have a bike. Not a motorcycle but an actual bike. I don't really get to use it very much but riding around Central Park is so relaxing," Blaine spoke while Kurt listened and waited for the total of his purchases. He paid the cashier and took the two bags (just two?) and watched the cashier ring up Blaine's items.
"Been a little while since I took a stroll through Central Park. I've been here a year and I haven't seen it during Christmas time yet," Kurt admitted. Blaine let out a gasp as he handed the cashier the money and grabbed his things. He thanked the cashier first before he walked along side Kurt.
"Oh! You have too! It is gorgeous. I love the snow. I think it's my favorite thing of all time. I'm still the snowball champion when it comes to me and my brother," Blaine said so excitedly – Kurt found it oddly adorable. "I'm so sorry. We just met and I'm going on and on."
"No. It's fine. Nice actually." Kurt responded.
Ever since Kurt moved to New York, his gaydar had major updates. And with Blaine, his gaydar was off the charts. Which was perfectly fine with Kurt. They walked out of the building and Kurt mentally scolded himself. What was he thinking? He just met this guy, in a grocery store of all places. But damn he was gorgeous and he smelled like coffee and...old spice.
"Good. I tend to talk a lot so I'd hate for you to have your first impression of me being the type of guy that just chats away to someone who probably doesn't care," Blaine responded.
"That's definitely not the impression I have of you," Kurt said honestly.
"I'm glad," Blaine said appreciatively. "Listen...I know this kind of sounds odd, but..." Kurt's phone started singing Lady Gaga's Judas. He rolled his eyes as he picked up, not even bothering to see who it is.
"I'm sorry...hang on," Kurt pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear. "Yes, Rachel? I'm just now walking out. No! Are you kidding me? Now? Fine! I'll be there in a few." Kurt pressed end call and sighed. He had turned his back to Blaine during the conversation and when he turned around, he was gone.
He sighed. Go figure. Kurt made his way to the apartment where his frantic roommate was waiting for him to help with a dance routine and lines. He didn't mind helping a friend but she was so anal about everything that she really took the fun out of it. Kurt opened the door to his apartment to see Rachel stretching while doing singing exercises.
"Good! Let me finish up and then I'll help you with yours," Rachel said. Kurt didn't even bother answering. He took the bags of food into the kitchen and started putting some away. He had realized that he didn't get his tangerines. Damn it. He really didn't want to go back. When he put away one bag and started on the other, he saw a single tangerine at the bottom. He furrowed his eyebrows as he picked it up to see it laying on a piece of paper – a receipt. It wasn't his but he saw what looked like scribble on the back. He picked it up and read it.
Sorry to run off, call me or text me? Blaine
Kurt saw a phone number under the name and his heart leapt. Rachel was still doing her exercises so he took a brief moment to pull out his phone and type in the number. He hesitated before he pressed the compose message button.
Hey. I got your note. - Kurt
Kurt pressed send and within a few minutes after putting the groceries away, he got a reply. He felt a slight weird feeling in his stomach. Butterflies?
Oh good! That wasn't weird, was it? And I'm so sorry to run off on you like that. My phone beeped and my brother needed help and I didn't want to be rude and disturb your phone call. - Blaine
Kurt smiled at the reply. Yes, definitely butterflies and it was welcoming.
Not weird at all, I'm actually...glad you did that. My roommate was being overly dramatic. She needs help with some rehearsals so I'll be busy for the next few hours :( - Kurt
"Kurt? Let's do this. I have so much to get done!" Rachel shouted. Kurt groaned but smiled again when he got another reply.
I am too. May I call you later? - Blaine
Yes please. - Kurt
Have fun with your roommate and you owe me a tangerine ; ) - Blaine
Kurt laughed at the message before he put the phone away and walked over to his roommate who was waiting impatiently. Grocery shopping wasn't so bad anymore.
I did warn you it was short, right? Reviews are nice and requests are open. Hope you enjoy. There's more to come.