Kurt grunted, falling backwards onto his bed. He tried and failed one more time to do the buttons up on his jeans before sighing and admitting defeat, yanking the dark wash skinny jeans back off before moving to stand in front of his mirror. This was all Blaine's fault, he thought as he pinched at the extra bit of fat that padded his hips, if Kurt hadn't gotten all caught up in the 'you look so good's and 'I love your body' comments his boyfriend made when they were together Kurt's favorite jeans would still fit. He would willingly own up to the fact that he'd been underweight when they met the previous fall, all of the stress Kurt had been under making it damn near impossible for him to keep any food down and his favorite jeans had actually been baggy by the time he'd arrived at Dalton. When Blaine had confronted him about the issue just after sectionals, Kurt had been more than happy to accept any ideas on how to keep his meals down and he'd been ecstatic when they figured out that eating four or five small meals a day worked a lot better than trying to eat two or three regular ones.
Kurt had realized at Valentine's Day that he was back to his normal weight but the second he showed even the slightest hint of scaling back his food intake, Blaine had freaked out, first assuming that Karofsky was harassing him again and then lecturing Kurt on how intentionally starving yourself was bad. He'd tried to explain that he was only trying to maintain his weight, not lose any, but he quickly found out that in Blaine's eyes, if you didn't eat like a typical teenage boy or similar to one then something was seriously wrong. Blaine just didn't understand that Kurt didn't have a typical teenage boys metabolism, and Dalton didn't have a fully equipped gym with treadmills and Kurt wasn't interested in shooting hoops or playing soccer after school and on the weekends with the other Warblers. Therefore, yes, this was all Blaine's fault, and Kurt wouldn't have been so irritated but those were his favorite jeans and that specific wash had only been made in sample sizes which meant he couldn't get another pair.
Speak of the devil, he thought as his phone started ringing, "I hate you, Blaine Warbler", Kurt said as he answered the call.
"Uh oh, um, I'm sorry", Blaine paused, before adding, "Can I ask what I did?"
Kurt sighed, walking back to his closet and pulling another pair of pants out, "My favorite jeans don't fit anymore and it's your fault."
"I see", Blaine replies and Kurt can practically hear him grinning, "And you don't think we might be able to find another pair of them at the mall for you?"
Kurt growls in frustration as he does up the black skinny pants he'd just retrieved, "Oh sure, we'll find them at the mall, and they will all be the exact same size I've got here and a size smaller", He pouts, "They only came in sample sizes Blaine."
"Hmm", Blaine paused to think, "Well then, we'll just have to find you a new pair that you like better", He trailed off and Kurt could hear a car door open, "Now, I'm outside your house, are you decent or do you want me to wait out here?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, noting that his boyfriend obviously wasn't going to let him out of their shopping trip, "I'm not sure what you consider decent but I'm dressed and the doors open so I guess you can come on up."
The call disconnected and no sooner than Kurt had set his phone down, Blaine bounded into his bedroom, pulling Kurt into a tight hug, squeezing at his hips before stepping back to look over the taller teen's outfit.
"I don't know what you're going on about, these jeans look perfect on you", Blaine grinned, hooking his finger through Kurt's belt loops and tugging him forwards into a kiss, "I think you'd look better out of them but- hey", Blaine recoiled quickly as Kurt playfully swatted at him.
"These aren't the jeans I was talking about, you dork", Kurt sighed in exasperation, "I already added them to the pile of clothes that no longer fit due to my boyfriend being a chubby chaser."
Blaine pouted as Kurt thwarted another attempt to pull him closer, "I'm not a chubby chaser, I just want my boyfriend to be healthy."
"Yes, and I was healthy ten pounds ago", Kurt frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Uh huh, and you are still healthy right now", Blaine smirked, finally catching hold of one of Kurt's arms and pulling him close again, "You are healthy, and you are sexy, and I love you." His lips quirked up into a grin as Kurt relaxed against him, his arms winding around Blaine's waist, "Like I said, all this means is that we need to find you some new jeans, ones that you like even better than the other pair."
Kurt sighed, the last bit of his irritation ebbing away as his boyfriends hands stroked up and down his sides soothingly, "Fine, but you're paying for them."
"Deal", Blaine agreed, pecking Kurt's cheek, "In fact, I'll pay for jeans and lunch."
Kurt couldn't help but laugh and roll his eyes at his boyfriends enthusiasm as he was drug out of the house.