Hey there Kurtsies and Blainiacs! So, complete randomness here. I wrote it in my American Government class. Lol! If you have been reading my other stories, I am really sorry for not updating but I am so busy, so much homework! Well this is just something to entertain you guys for now and I hope you enjoy, though it is really very uberly extremely short. I'm bleeding Klainebows! R&R!

Do not own rights to Raybans. But at least I own them.

Do not own glee or characters. Fox does. If you did not know this, I have deep concerns for you.

Seriously.

I've never been so in love with a pair of sunglasses before.

They're lucky you know. Seriously. They're Raybans. Hot pink, of course. They're crazy. Like me. I wear them all the time, at least when I can. Dalton doesn't allow them. But their power is too much for school restrictions.

They work. They worked for me at least. They gave me the boy I am n love with, led me straight to him. I wasn't even wearing them. I keep them in the inside pocket of my uniform blue blazer, you see. Now I'm on a roll. The only thing they can't do? Give me the courage to make a move. At least I look good in them.

But now I've committed a sin.

I've lost the holy sunglasses.

I've never been so in love with a pair of sunglasses before.

And hot pink Raybans, nonetheless. Usually I'd label them completely tacky, but I've seen them on a certain someone who most definitely pulls them off. Although I'm pretty sure he could be wearing a clown suit, big shoes, and a huge red nose and I'd still be in love with him.

He worships them, I worship him, therefore I worship the glasses. It's like that postulate we all learned in freshmen year. If a=b, and b=c, then a=c.

I can tell when he has them even if they aren't on his head. It's like they possess this strange aura. Spooky. I'm drawn to them. Desperately wanting to take them out of his pocket and slowly slide them onto his gorgeous face. What a pleasure that would be.

Well one things for sure. I've committed a sin. The best thing I've ever done.

I've stolen the holy sunglasses.

Yes I know. Far too short to be a real story. Just a, I don't know, would drabble be the correct term? Oh well. And if you couldn't figure it out, the first part is Blaine's point of view and the second is Kurt's. I'm so glad I own those sunglasses. Life changing. JK.

And WHY MUST WE WAIT 2 WEEKS FOR THE NEXT EP?