Inspired by this
“Blaine!” Burt called from the living room.
Blaine poked his head out of the Hummel’s kitchen, drying his hands on a dishtowel. “Yeah, Mr. Hummel?”
“C’mere,” Burt beckoned. “I want to show you something.”
Blaine retreated back into the kitchen, where Burt could hear the murmured exchange between him and Kurt. Finally, Blaine walked out sheepishly after a shove from Kurt.
Burt patted the cushion next to him, inviting Blaine to take a seat. He pulled an old leather album out from under the coffee table, feeling the old cover between her hands.
“What’s this?” Blaine asked, indicating towards the album.
“Well, Elisa always kept an album of pictures of Kurt. She wanted to embarrass him to his future girlfriend or boyfriend when he was older,” Burt glanced down sadly at the thick book. “Since she isn’t here, I figured I’d take the liberty of doing so, you know?”
Blaine gave the older man a small smile, settling onto the couch. “I’d like that,” he murmured softly.
“Good!” Burt opened the old, cracked cover. “Now here…”
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Kurt could hear the loud peals of laughter emitted from the living room and smiled to himself, happy to hear that he and his dad were getting along. He dried his hands thoroughly and squeezed a small dab of lotion on them, walking out towards them.
“Hey, what’s-“ he froze, eyes widening as he saw the opened album on Burt’s lap.
“…and Kurt was one of those kids who hated wearing clothes, you know?” Burt chuckled as Blaine clutched his middle. “Got real pouty whenever you forced him into them, right?”
“Dad!” Kurt all but screamed, running towards the album. “Oh my god, just stop please oh my god.” He wrestled with his father, finally getting the upper hand and resolutely closing the book with a loud snap. He quickly whisked it away, placing the album back in its proper place on the shelf.
“But, Kurt, you looked so pwetty,” Blaine teased as Burt slapped his back as the two howled in laughter.
overcrisscolfer drabble fic
“What are you doing Chris?” Chord spluttered in amusement, his drink sloshing over his hand and staining the carpet below. His abdomen coiled with heat, and he couldn’t decipher through his drunken haze whether it was the alcohol burning in his gut or-
“I’m trying to give you a boner duh,” Chris responded matter-of-factly, rocking his ass back into Chord’s crotch, straw sticking out of his mouth from his fruity beverage. “I’ve sat in your lap countless times, and you never once got one! I’m offended!”
Chord laughed loudly, his alcohol-drenched palm smoothing up Chris’ thigh, soaking into his jeans. “It just might work this time.”
“Get it Chris!” Lea catcalled, who was currently draped over Cory, kissing his neck sloppily while he tried to have a conversation with Kevin.
Meanwhile, Darren sat in the corner glowering, clutching his barely touched drink.
