Whatever The Weather (Glee Drabble)
Title: Whatever The Weather
Warnings: Sad!Kurt at first, then Fluffy!Boyfriend!Klaine
Rating: T for safety
Pairing: Kaine
Summery: Kurt's never liked the weather. And then he meets Blaine, and suddenly, nothing can pull him down.
When it rains, Kurt Hummel thinks its because even the sky wants to cry when it sees Rachel Berry’s hideous fashion sense.
He sneers slightly as he struts past her, shaking his head at the denim skirt, the fuzzy legwarmers. The poodle on her sweater. Yes. The rain feels his pain.
When its windy, Kurt Hummel is sure the universe has some personal vendetta against his hair. He’s hunched over slightly, hands holding his hood just so, making sure it doesn’t actually touch his hair, but hovers above it instead. He ignores the funny looks, Puck rolling his eyes, and smiles at Quinn who feels his pain, but is sadly hoodless. Kurt sighs, the wind swept look is so last year.
When its cold, Kurt Hummel convinces himself the world-and God, not that Kurt believes in him- is trying to send him a message. All around him girls shiver and their boyfriends pull them closer, keeping them warm. All Kurt can do is pull the latest Louis Vuitton coat tighter round his chest. Not that he cares. He doesn’t need anyone else.
When it snows, Kurt Hummel can feel the frost settling in his hair. He’s always been one for accessories, and as he watches the others throw snowballs at each other, laughing and giggling as if they don‘t realise they look ridiculous, he thinks at least now his hair matches his heart, as that too slowly freezes over with jealousy.
When its sunny, Kurt Hummel should have been happy. Now he can wear the brand new Alexander McQueen Cardigan he bought on eBay, without it being ruined by a bulky winter coat. But even in the summer heat he can’t escape the chill, and as ice drips down his cheeks, Karofsky walks off, an empty cup in his hand. Kurt won’t cry. Kurt refuses to cry.
When it rains, Kurt Hummel thinks it’s because the universe agrees with him, every gay teenager should get the chance to see Blaine Anderson in a sopping wet white shirt. Though Kurt’s stubbornly decided not to share from now on.
When it’s windy, Kurt Hummel thinks it couldn’t have happened at a better time, because Blaine’s hair gel doesn’t stand much of a chance, and Kurt wishes he’d let his hair run free more often. It’s easier to run his hands through that way.
When it’s cold, Kurt Hummel hides a smile as he complains, earning a laugh and a snuggle from his boyfriend, tucking himself closer and pressing his face into the crook between Blaine’s shoulder and neck. From then Kurt doesn’t bother to hide the smile.
When it snows, Kurt Hummel is too busy trying to run away from a certain snowball wielding Blaine to care that he looks like an idiot, and his new Gucci shoes are ruined from the soaked, slushy ground. They don’t match Kurt’s shiny new grin, his ruddy pink cheeks or the squeal as Blaine pounces on him and tackles him to the floor. But hey, for once Kurt doesn’t care all that much about accessories. (And he won’t for a while. Not until much later, when he remembers how much he paid for the shoes.)
When it’s sunny Kurt Hummel is sprawled across the grass on his stomach, poking fun at Blaine’s height as Blaine growls jokingly back at him. Wes and David are sat off to the side, arguing about the set list for their next summer concert for the old Folks in the home down the road. He’s too busy paying attention to them to notice Blaine moving closer until its too late. He yelps at the ice cube pressed against his neck, then giggles as Blaine moves lower to lick the melted water away with a satisfied smile. Ice can be good, Kurt decides. Very good.