Disclaimer: If I owned Glee... let's just say a few things would be different.
Summary: Kurt simply cannot believe that Blaine forgot.
Author's Note: Drabble. Written for a prompt pinkfairy727 gave me this afternoon on twitter.
Kurt huffed, tossing things into his locker and glaring at Blaine’s photo on the door.
“How could he forget?” he muttered. “I’ve been dropping hints for weeks.”
He’d awoken to ‘Happy Birthday’ texts from all his friends; Blaine’s had simply said ‘Sorry, can’t do coffee this morning. See you at school. xxx'
He was venting his frustration on a no-longer-needed chemistry textbook when there was a tap on his shoulder.
He spun around, nearly knocking the cake from Blaine’s hands.
The cake. The exquisitely frosted cupcake with a single candle.
“Happy birthday, Kurt,” he smiled. “You didn’t think I’d forget?”
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