d i s c l a i m e r : i d o n o t o w n g l e e .

Title: Wait, what?

Pairing/s: Kurt X Blaine

Genre: Supernatural/Humor

Summary: "Finn! Don't shoot! He's my boyfriend!"

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"I could have handled that myself Finn. There was no need for you jumping in front of me like I was a freaking damsel in distress."

"But—"

"No buts. Next time you do that I will shoot your ass with rock salt."

"Dude, I was only trying to protect you."

"Finn. I am older and far more experienced than you. I think I have sufficient skills to take down an attacking ghoul."

The taller boy was about to protest when he heard Kurt gasp as soon as the lights in the motel room were open. He quickly spun around and put himself in front of his brother with a gun held up, ready to shoot. His eyes searched for the target.

There. On the bed.

A trench coat-wearing dude was sitting on the creaky mattress with his back towards them so all that Finn could see were a disheveled mass of curls and a muscular and slightly stocky built. The figure didn't flinch at the commotion they had made, nor did he give a response at the click of the safety being removed.

"Finn! Don't shoot! He's my boyfriend!" Kurt shouted as he pushed his brother's arm down.

"Your what?" Finn bellowed, turning around to look at the other boy with an incredulous expression on his face

The smaller hunter suddenly had this deer caught in headlights look, and immediately struggled to rephrase his words. "Angel! I meant angel! He is my guardian angel!"

A fluttering of wings and a soft breeze made them redirect their attention.

"I am flattered you would already bestow such a label on our relationship Kurt," the figure said, his voice like the first breath of spring. He had a small smile on his face focused on Kurt as he spoke, showing a dimple on the right side of his stubble-ish face.

Finn gave his brother a soft glare.

Kurt sighed, "Blaine, this is Finn, my moose of a brother and a hunter as well. Finn, this is Blaine, my guardian angel," he explained, gesturing to both of the boys with the apparent lack of enthusiasm. Sure he had wanted them both to meet for quite some time, but never like this.

The taller boy shook his head. "Nuh-uh, you said 'boyfriend' the first time," he argued.

"Let it go Finn."

"Never."

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a / n

Thanks to my sis, heartbreak, neon, Blanc, or whatever name she goes by in FF, for the title. 'Tis all?

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Yours truly, Gen

P.S. I should really stop making drabbles and make lengthy oneshots. Meep.