Klaine fic reaction to 6x07 because I needed an outlet to blow off some steam in my post-episode, hatred-fuelled, half-awake state. So here’s a little taster of what I want to see in 6x08, but which I know will never happen. (warning: spoilers)
word count: 2600
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Kurt wandered aimlessly up and down the supermarket aisles, basket full of every low-salt, low-sugar, low-taste ingredient he needed for his dad’s meals for the week. The heart attack and the cancer may have passed them by some months ago but Kurt was not one to take chances when it came to his family and their health. People can lose loved ones all too easily, and Kurt had learnt that fact the hard way, multiple times in his life. So, his dad would just have to suck it up and enjoy the quinoa salad he was planning for dinner that night.
Kurt was about to turn the corner onto canned goods when he found himself face-to-chest with what seemed to be a very large gorilla in a leather jacket. It wasn’t until he stumbled over and stepped back that he saw the last person on earth he felt like seeing.
“Oh. Hi, Dave,” Kurt tried his best to smile politely but he was sure his shifty eyes and fake grin were enough to tell Dave exactly what (or who) he was on the lookout for.