This is a crack fic, based on an actual dream I had just before the S3 finale. I wrote it for part of MGNHW, as a love letter to fanfiction writers and artists in our lovely Klaine fandom. Thanks to borogroves for looking it over for me quickly.
“Just two more miles, and then turn right on Paseo de Peralta,” Iconicklaine says, leaning forward from her perch in between Heartwolf and Facethefall.
Wordplay looks over her shoulder and down at the paper in Iconicklaine’s lap. “Iconic, you’re reading the wrong map again. That’s a map of Santa Fe.”
“Again? Why do you even have that map?” Facethefall asks.
“Santa Fe is magic. It’s transformational…” Iconicklaine replies.
“Yeah, yeah. We know. Where’s the L.A. map? We’re probably going to miss him,” Borogroves says from the third row back.
“Heartwolf, I think you’re sitting on it, honey,” Wordplay says.
Sorry. I was texting with Heyblaine and didn’t even notice.
“Give me the Santa Fe map!” Forgiveninasong says, making grabby hands. She’s nestled in beside Borogroves, who is wedged in next to Dahlstrom and Stoney. “But first, will you circle all the places Kurt and Blaine visit in SLY? Oh! And put little stars next the spots where they have sex.”
“Oh my god, she is such a fangirl,” Dahlstrom says, laughing. “And she’s wearing Blaine’s pants. I thought we were supposed to wear all black.”
“If Facethefall can wear a baseball jersey, I can wear yellow pants,” Forgiveninasong says.
“Someone has to support the Red Sox,” Facethefall snaps.
What’s wrong with her? Is she nervous?
“She’s just really wanted to be assigned to Team Porn,” Iconicklaine explains.
“I totally deserve to be on that team,” Facethefall says. “I mean, how many blow job drabbles does it take to get in on that, anyway?”