taylor swift is like that aunt that tries to be “hip” with the young’ns and “with the times” and then asks you what does bae stand for and after you tell her she starts calling everything bae even the lamp next to the couch
HEY YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAMP NEXT TO MY COUCH AND I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT IT IS, IN FACT, VERY MUCH BAE.
“Thank you so much for staying with him, Sam, really.”
“Aw, it’s nothing! Been too long since I visited, anyway. I haven’t seen him since… you know. Before.”
Blaine sat in the center of the kitchen island with his back against a pepper shaker, waiting for his husband and other best friend to enter the room. He’d spent half the evening sulking as Kurt finished packing; he wasn’t being fair, he knew that, but it was easier than giving in to self-pity. Through his job at the atelier, Kurt had received a last-minute invitation (as in, “Your flight leaves at 11 tonight, here’s your ticket. You have a passport, right?”) to join the team in London for Fashion Week. Kurt was already exhausted, as New York Fashion Week had been non-stop mayhem, and now, he was jetting off for another five days of stylish insanity.
Blaine was proud of Kurt, of course, and he knew no one deserved the opportunity more. Kurt was excited to go, and he knew the same. Neither fact stopped the fight that ensued when Blaine realized he wasn’t going with him.
Because this is the cutest crack trope we’ve seen in ages, here’s 1200-ish words of pocket!Blaine!
Warnings for: American units of measurement
Blaine’s favorite part of the day was going to work with Kurt. After having his thimble of coffee with a pinch of cinnamon, and after Kurt filled a thermos at his Keurig machine, they’d set off on the subway. Blaine stayed snug in the breast pocket of Kurt’s coat—to which Kurt had added an extra soft, microfleece lining—and listened to his earphone. Kurt kept one in his ear and the other tucked into Blaine’s pocket so that Blaine could enjoy something other than the extra loud train noises, and so that Kurt could still hear if Blaine needed him.
Blaine tugged on the cord winding up to the right side of Kurt’s head and waited for him to look down. Kurt paused the music and ducked his head so Blaine could speak into his left ear.
“I feel like Greek for lunch. And can we grab a cronut before we get to the office?”