So this is just a little saga of fluff drabbles, and I'd totally love some prompts. So feel free to review my story as much as you want—I'll try to respond to every single one.

*For the purposes of this fanfic, Dalton is not a boarding school.*

Kurt loved watching movies with Blaine. It wasn't just the fact that they'd curl up on his couch together under a blanket (and sometimes get so snuggly that they'd interrupt the end of the movie with a hot make out session), or the fact that no matter how stupid the movie sounded, Blaine would usually let Kurt choose—it was sending Blaine to the store to pick up some Skittles for him.

Kurt didn't remember the last time he watched a movie with Blaine and didn't send him to the store to buy Skittles; he didn't even know why the candy was so appealing to him.

So when Blaine plopped down on the couch next to Kurt with a grocery bag filled with cheap, knockoff Twizzlers, Kurt was pretty damn pissed.

"Blaine?" he hissed. Blaine cringed at the fiery look in Kurt's eyes. "Where are my Skittles?"

"Listen, I was in the store, and there was a sale on Red Vines, right? Two for a dollar. And, you know, usually I don't go for the knockoffs, but then I realized, 'Hey! If they're two for a dollar, I can get four for two dollars, and six for three dollars, and eight for four dollars, and—"

"Get to the point, Blaine," Kurt growled through gritted teeth.

"And so I got eight—"

"You got eight bags of Redvines?"

"I was only going to get two bags, but then I opened one on the car ride home, and Jesus Christ, did they smell good, so I turned around and bought six more bags of them, and"—Blaine reached into the grocery bag and pulled out a Redvine, then chewed on it ravenously—"MY GOD, ARE THEY DELICIOUS!"

"Blaine, all I asked of you was a single bag of Skittles. But NO, instead of coming back with what I asked you for, you came back with EIGHT of what I didn't want?"

Blaine shoved a Redvine at Kurt. "BUT KURT OH MY GOD ARE THEY SO FREAKING AWESOME—"

Kurt chuckled to himself. Who knew that the one thing that could make Blaine lose his cool were some cheap knockoffs? He slapped the Redvine away. "Blaine, it's a disgusting candy that tastes like plastic, now can't we just get to the movie, I…."

Blaine looked sheepish. He grinned apologetically.

"Oh my God, you did NOT forget to pick up the movie!"

"I'm sorry, Kurt, it's just, I was so excited about the Redvines, I sort of forgot…." Blaine pulled out another piece of candy and wiggled it in Kurt's face. A wide, dorky smile spread across his face. "Are you sure you don't want one?"

"GOOD LORD, BLAINE, I AM SURE I DON'T WANT A—" Kurt stopped himself. Blaine now had one end of the candy in between his teeth and offered the other end to Kurt. He sighed and yanked the candy from Blaine's mouth. "You do realize you don't need a Redvine to get me to kiss you, right?"

And with that, Kurt Hummel leaned in to kiss his beloved Blaine Anderson gently on the lips.

Blaine pulled back from Kurt for a moment and looked down at the bag of Redvines in his hand. He then looked up at Kurt, who was staring lustfully back at him. "Ah, screw the Redvines, you're delicious!" He jumped forwards at Kurt, causing him to topple backwards so that Blaine was on top of him. He sucked lightly at Kurt's bottom lip and a moan escaped him.

Kurt grinded himself against Blaine hungrily. "Oh, Blaine…" Kurt breathed, "you're so much better than Skittles."

It's pretty stupid, actually. I just wanted to do something sort of cute… and for some reason, I think it's positively adorable when Darren Criss goes crazy over something (in this case, Redvines and Kurt kisses). ^_^