"Blaine?... Blaine?... BLAINE!"
The dark-haired boy quickly put down his magazine and hurried over to the door of the changing room. "What?"
There was a pause, followed by a mumbled response. "I can't get these skinny jeans off."
"Do you... need help?" Blaine asked slowly. He heard a muffled yes and the click of the lock on the door.
Blaine opened the door slightly and slipped himself into the small room, closing the door behind him. He was faced with his half-naked boyfriend tugging on the left leg of a pair of very tight black jeans.
Kurt's face was contorted in frustration. He gave one last futile tug before turning to face Blaine. "As you can see, I'm in a bit of a dilemma," the countertenor remarked dryly. Blaine grinned, causing Kurt to let out an exasperated sigh (though Blaine could tell Kurt wasn't too mad).
The shorter boy's arms snaked around his boyfriend's waist, and he felt the taller boy relax in his arms. Blaine couldn't help but reach up and touch Kurt's bare muscular stomach.
"You said you need help getting these jeans off?" Blaine growled in Kurt's ear. The brunette shivered, and Blaine was positive that it wasn't due to the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Kurt nodded slowly.
Blaine's fingers moved their way down to the zipper on the jeans, which was only halfway down. He expertly pulled it down the rest of the way and slid his hands onto Kurt's bare thighs. He leaned his head in and began to press soft kisses onto his boyfriend's porcelain neck.
"Blaine..." Kurt muttered, "we're in the GAP. In a dressing room."
"Don't care," he mumbled in return. His kisses trailed over Kurt's shoulder and then to the spot between his shoulder blades. Kurt let out a low, quiet moan.
Neither boy noticed the voices coming closer from the outside of the changing room. They didn't realize that they had forgotten to lock the door until two teenagers bust into the room, holding hands and carrying a few pairs of pants.
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed the boy. His eyes widened and he dropped the pants he had been carrying.
Kurt and Blaine separated at once, each jumping a few feet in the air. "Oh... Hey Mercedes, Sam..."
Mercedes and Sam stared at the pair in shock. "Umm... I guess we'll use the next room," Sam said awkwardly.
Mercedes began to laugh. She silenced herself, however, when Kurt shot her a glare. "Yeah... See you 'round, boys." She was still giggling when she led her boyfriend out of the changing room.
Kurt turned to Blaine, whose face was very red. The countertenor playfully slapped him on the arm. "Dumbo! Lock the door next time!"
"Sorry..." Blaine mumbled, looking down. He glanced back up at Kurt. "Can I kiss you now?"
Kurt grinned and Blaine moved back over, locking his lips against Kurt's. Kurt reached out and clicked the lock on the door before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pulling his body against his own.
Author's Note: Like it? Love it? Hate it? Review? I'd really like to know what people think of my writing. Personally, I liked this. More to come!