AN/ Hi everyone! So, I know it's short, but the next part will be longer! (I hope) A short Klaine fluffy Klaine story, or, "Blurt" as my sister likes to call it O.o

Mainly written in Blaine's POV :) Sorry it seems a little rushed, but I just had to put this up! It was originally going to be a oneshot, but... well anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee! If I did I can assure you it would'nt be half as good. I don't know why I even put a disclaimer up, I mean, it's , where people write Fanfictions about story's that are obviously not owned by them? Just a thought :)

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Kitchen Romances and Teenage Dreams

Kurt came to a sudden halt, slapping the palm of his hand to his forehead. "Eggs! Oh my gaga, I can't believe I almost forgot!"

"Seriously? Another Ingredient? Let me guess, a freaking Water Buffalo's next on the list?"

"Yes, Blaine, there are eggs in cupcakes too", Kurt teased, and tapped his boyfriend lightly on the tip of his nose as they made their way back up the store.

"Remind me again why we can't just buy the bloody cupcakes like any sane person would do?", he groaned. He had never realised how many ingredients were needed to make them. How the hell were all those big egg supposed to fit into the tiny cakes anyway? Maybe there was extra small baking sized one's you used or something...

"Because, sweetheart dear, it's just not the same, is it? If I just "brought the cupcakes", what kind of friend would I be then? I already spent my entire allowance and paycheck to get these beauties," he did a little twirl with his hand still entwined with Blaine's, ducking under his arm. He was implying to the boot's of course. Yes, the boots. It had been their main topic of discussion for the past month before he was finally able to buy them. Though, the Hazel-eyed teen had to admit, the cute, shining red boots made his legs look incredible. "So I can't afford to buy anything remotely pleasant for Mr. Shue without it being horribly tacky or just plain wrong. Anyway, nobody can deny my homemade cupcakes."

He knew he couldn't win against Kurt and cooking. After fashion, it was probably his most favourite hobbies. "Fine. Whatever. We'll make the bloody cakes.". And by "We'll", Blaine meant Kurt, while he danced around him raving to Katy Perry.

When the two teens reached the right isle, they found the eggs on the top shelf. In most cases, Blaine had gotten all the food for the over-brimming shopping basket he held in his other hand (Kurt refused to roll around a tacky blue trolley around the store), but in this case, he thought he'd leave it to the considerably taller of the two, knowing he'd only end up looking like a puppy trying to jump over the wall where the cat lay.

Kurt stretched up on to his tiptoes and began to inspect the packages of eggs (free-range, of course) to find the best one, craning his neck up. Blaine's thoughts just about went fjdkfhfhdfdo at that point. The way he was stretched up, ever so slightly sticking out his butt as if posing for something, and in those tighter than tight wight skinny jeans...aah, Kurt. These moments really did make his day shine just that little bit extra. Stop it, you perv, he mentally scolded himself, though his eyes stayed fixated on his boyfriend's petite, amazingly perfect rear. Those are undapper thoughts!

"Blaine?" Kurt chimed, still deeply immersed in his quest for the perfect box of eggs.

"Mmm?" was the best he could do for a reply, with his tongue sticking out of his mouth and all. How did he even get into those jeans?

"I know it's amazing and all that jazz, but for the love of gaga, stop staring at my ass.", he said with a hint of amusement tucked in.

"I'm not!" Kurt scoffed. "Okay fine, but only a little!" Come on, how could he not? It's like telling somebody not to look down, when they're already looking down.

"You're still staring"

Blaine groaned. Busted. "Can't a boy have his fun?"

At that, the aqua-eyed teen turned around, the chosen box of eggs (most likely the most perfect box of eggs in the whole freaking store) in his grasp and one perfectly lined eyebrow raised. He couldn't help but wear an impish grin on his face, and locked eyes with him sheepishly. "I love you?"

Kurt let out a sigh, shaking his head as he balanced the eggs on top of all the other items in the basket, a smile on his face none the less. "Well, if you say it like that...", he winked, holding his hand out for me to take.

Blaine contemplated refusing the hand and alternatively resting it in the back pocket of his Love's white skinny's, but then realised he'd most likely get shoved in the dog house, and he most definitely didn't want that, considering they had the whole Sunday for themselves. No, better stay safe...for now, at least. He couldn't help but give it a little pat as he reached for the hand though, causing Kurt to squirm ever so slightly, even though he tried not to show it.

So...Review? I'd really like some inputs if anybody wants to :)