“Pav?” Kurt asked absently, dipping his cloth into the bowl again.
“My songbird, and dear friend,” Blaine enthusiastically informed him. “He tells many wonderful stories. I am only sad he couldn’t come with me.”
Kurt let out a quiet laugh. “Songbird? What is he, a minstrel?”
“No, he’s a canary,” Blaine said plainly.
Turning very slowly, Kurt eyed him. “You-… of course,” he laughed, rubbing at his forehead with his free hand. “Of course. You talk to birds.”Once Upon… by neaf puts beautiful images in my brain that I don’t ever want to get rid of. EVER.
#Blaine looks up for a second #when he hears who it is #his face lights up #OOH #OMG #KURT #KURT LOOK WHO IT IS KURT #RARRRRRRRRRR #and the fact that Kurt’s hand goes straight to Blaine’s arm when he hears it #can i just #i want to bet that Blaine puts on scary movies when they have nights together #because scary movies make Kurt curl up so tight against his chest #and he ducks his head and hides it #in Blaine’s neck #and he clings to his shirt #and Blaine just gets to hold him all movie long #i bet you anything Blaine loves scary movies now
