Word Count: 1,800
Warnings: Myron being a brat in general?
Summary: “Kurt decides then and there that he will be going to court for murder in a week’s time. He’ll plead insanity. And win.”
6x09 reaction. In which Kurt thinks ‘it could be worse’ and then he and Blaine promptly meet Myron, newest member of the New Directions. Next time don’t tempt fate, Kurt. Canon compliant; Klaine.
Being back in Lima after their honeymoon in
Provincetown is… nice.
At least, that’s what Kurt is telling himself.
Sure, Andrew Sullivan’s cabana house had been gorgeous
and equipped with its own team of help staff, and he’s pretty sure Blaine
didn’t stop smiling once, and his new constellations of freckles from the beach
have already started to fade, but really. Grey, dreary Lima is practically a
comfort after spending two weeks surrounded by a turquoise ocean sparking
pieces of sun off its surface like a fisherman’s net of diamonds, and clean
Egyptian cotton sheets every night to sleep in, and so so much Blaine, around him and on top of him and in him…
But Lima is nice.
Maybe if he grits his teeth long enough, he’ll start
to believe it.
On other hand, Blaine is standing right beside him, hand in his own, the metal of his
wedding band pressing against Kurt’s fingers, so really, it could be worse.