A/N: Second fanfiction ever! I think I like my fluff much better than my angsty hurt/comfort. Please let me know what you think! (Oh, and I don't own Glee.)
"I cannot believe you."
Kurt Hummel had his arms crossed as he stared into the sky blue paint of his boyfriend's new Mustang convertible, parked on the curb outside the Hummel-Hudson home.
Blaine was grinning like a little boy. He had cranked the top down for the drive home from the dealership and his hair, usually so immaculately gelled, was a mess of short curls. "You'll love it after one ride," Blaine wheedled, leaning in to peck Kurt on the lips. "I promise."
"That vehicle is clearly where good hairstyles go to commit suicide," Kurt sniffed, shaking his head.
Blaine put a hand to his messy crown in mock hurt. "Are you criticizing my convertible hair?"
"I was referring to what would happen to mine." Kurt cocked his head sideways to evaluate his boyfriend's look anyway. Blaine was wearing a tight red Lauren polo and navy shorts with white deck shoes. His ever-present pink sunglasses nested in his curls. "Actually, I think this should be the only way you ever drive, if you come out looking like this everytime."
"I like the sound of that. You know I don't like to be away from my boyfriend, though, right?" Blaine asked, creeping towards Kurt.
"You can come see me."
"But my boyfriend is my copilot, right?" Blaine asked, getting closer still.
"Blaine, I am not getting in that car."
"You know, that's another great thing about convertibles - you don't have to want to get in them. I'll just Daisy Duke your very fine ass into the seat." Blaine pounced as he spoke, wrapping his arms around Kurt, who started thrashing wildly, threatening to yell 'rape!' The shorter man was also the stronger of the two, however, and Blaine soon had Kurt bridal-style. He carried Kurt to the passenger side of the shiny Mustang and lowered him into the seat, quickly reaching across Kurt's lap to fasten the seatbelt. Kurt twitched at the proximity of Blaine's touch, reduced to a pile of goo.
By the time Kurt had recovered, Blaine had gotten in and turned the car on. The engine growled. "You ready?" he asked, beaming a mega-watt grin at the boy beside him. Kurt's answering growl matched the motor's. "Oh, wait, you'll need these, silly." Blaine reached into the console and pulled out a pair of white aviators.
"I am not wearing self-important goggles like those," Kurt announced with resolve.
"Please just try them on," Blaine begged, turning the full force of his puppy face on Kurt. " I think they'll look sexy."
Kurt growled again, sliding the sunglasses over his nose. He groaned as he peered in the rearview mirror. He looked like the unwanted lovechild of Reno 911 and J. Lo circa 2004.
It caught him by surprise when Blaine attacked his mouth with a hard, wet kiss. "I was so right," Blaine muttered, causing Kurt to blush despite the atrocity perched on his nose. "Now let's go enjoy this convertible, pretty boy."
