Skank!Kurt/pocket!Blaine, inspired by this picture. ~1670 words, PG-13, fluff.
“Oh, goddammit,” Kurt said, staring down at the narrow yet surprisingly deep crack in the pavement below the bleachers. He had fumbled his lighter while pulling it out of his pants and dropped it, and from the looks of it, that lighter was going to be gone forever. “Great. Amazing. Just what I needed.”
He took a seat on the low concrete divider that helped support the metal seats, wondering what would be the fastest way to get his cigarette lit. Most of the Skanks were off in Columbus for what they were calling “Senior Ditch Day,” like they needed an excuse to ditch class, while the few that hadn’t gone were nowhere in sight. Kurt was mentally debating whether he should go buy a new lighter from the closest 7/11 or try to hunt down Quinn when a bright flash and a loud crack startled him from his thoughts.
“You need help?” A warm voice asked. Kurt whipped his head around trying to determine where it was coming from. “Down here!”
Kurt nearly fell off the wall and cracked his head open.
Summary: Blaine, who is going to the same coffee shop every morning, is confused. He often sees the same faces - of the other regulars. There is one particular face he looks forward to seeing, though, but Blaine is just not sure if the face belongs to one or two men. Kurt has shared custody of his kid. The weeks when he is dad he dresses one way, the other weeks he is more sharply dressed.
When Blaine discovers that there is a Broadway convention on a cruise ship that leaves Miami in three weeks, he knows that his law firm won’t approve of him going. He knows it’s incredibly short notice; that it’s a bad idea. Everyone tells him the smart thing to do would be to wait for the same cruise the following year. And yet, something inside him makes him feel like that ship, leaving in just three weeks, is where he needs to be.