A/N: Oh god, what did I just write?
Based on the 28th June Klaine skit at Glee Live in London with a line about "the last time we played dress up" (apparently Chris came on with Royal attire)
Anyways! Bonus points if you can tell me who they got the costumed from!
Enjoy, reviews are lovely.
Kurt slipped into his car and shoved the bag of carefully folded clothes onto the passenger seat. He smirked. His friends had been all too willing to let him have the costumes - they said they'd had their fun with them on their honeymoon.
He and Blaine were definitely going to have their own fun tonight.
"Hey, Blaine." Kurt greeted Blaine with a peck on the lips as he opened the door to the Anderson house. "Everyone out?"
"Yep, just like I promised. Mom and dad are both working late. They shouldn't be back for hours." Kurt smiled.
"Perfect."
They sat down on Blaine's bed and Kurt set down the bag with their costumes in.
"I've already decided which I'm being, so you don't get a choice, Mr Anderson," Kurt said when Blaine attempted to pull all the clothes out. Kurt swatted his hands away from the bag and carefully pulled out the pile on the top and handed it to his boyfriend.
"You get changed in here, I'll go get changed through there," he pointed towards the bathroom, "and shout me when you're ready." He winked and pulled Blaine in to a kiss, sucking on his bottom lip for just long enough to leave him wanting so much more before he pulled away, picked up his costume and sauntered - sauntered - out of the room to get changed.
"Uh...Kurt?" Kurt straightened the shirt for the hundredth time.
"Yes, Blaine?"
"I think I'm ready." Kurt let out a breath and looked in the mirror one last time before turning, opening the door and stepping into Blaine's bedroom.
Blaine gasped when he saw Kurt dressed in the black and white of a police uniform, black hat with checks round perched on top of his head, a set of silver handcuffs attached to the belt around the black skirt.
Kurt was equally shocked - and he had to admit, fucking turned on - to see Blaine dressed in a red tunic and metal body armour, a silver helmet with red plume of horse hair forming the crest in the top.
"Now then," Kurt purred, unclipping the handcuffs from his belt and pushing Blaine back to sit on the bed, "I hear someone's been a naughty boy."