twentysomething

Title: Your Laugh Is The Best Sound

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Summary: "The worst thing about it, is that you know, the piano, guitar- those are normal swooning instruments. The piano is about passion and skill- precision. The guitar is sexy- it's like cradling a body and making music come out of it- it doesn't really get sexier than that.

But Blaine is playing a ukulele and Kurt's heart is still melted like a Peep in the microwave. "

Length: 730 wordsish.

Warnings: RAINBOW COLORED VOMIT: AS merelyn SAID, "EVERYTHING IS GAY AND NOTHING HURTS"

Notes: So, this morning, as I was hungover as fuck from doing anthropology (that's really not a metaphor), prettybird sent me this scan from the upcoming Entertainment Weekly with the boys on the cover. Naturally, my heart exploded in a shower of baby bunnies eating dandelions and shit, and I wrote this in a haze of insanity. (Notably, this is my third fic named after a Taylor Swift song. Jesus Fucking Christ.)

( Kurt supposes it's a cliche. )