"I promise it'll be fun," Blaine pleaded, following the skank out of the classroom.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Sugary food drenched in grease, rusty rides, and cheap stuffed animals fun? Right. That gel's seeping into that brain of yours."
"Look, I know you've said no a million times already, but... Just one date?" Blaine asked bashfully, leaning against the locker next to Kurt's.
"I don't think you remember who you're talking to," Kurt said, almost snapping. "I don't 'date', or do any of that prissy, fancy shit. Anyone else would be willing to go to that stupid fair with your hobbit ass."
Blaine frowned. "Well, I wouldn't go out with just anyone, and you aren't just anyone. I really like you, and I just really wish... Just never mind. See you around, Kurt," he bit his lip and walked away from Kurt's locker, not making eye contact with the boy he was falling for, but would never feel the same.
"Anderson."
The Cheerio dared himself to turn around.
"Pick me up at six."
-xXx-
"He better not hurt you, or I'll go all Lima Heights Adjacent on his ass," Santana warned as they all walked to the locker rooms after practice.
"Kurt isn't a bad guy, and you know it, San," Quinn butt in. "He used to be the sweetest when he was in Glee, and pretty cool when I was a skank, too. He's still that romantic sweetheart somewhere."
Blaine smiled. "There's something there that I fell for, guys. You know he's pretty special if I'm actually willing to put myself out there for him."
-xXx-
Once six o'clock rolled around, Kurt was in Blaine's car, Blaine nervous as heck.
"Aw, you're actually something worth looking at, even if you're still wearing that fabric abomination," Kurt commented as he took in the curly-haired boy's outfit, but hair only slightly gelled.
Blaine smiled, knowing that was Kurt's version of a compliment. "Thank you. You look stunning as usual." He swore he could see a faint blush on the skank's face at that.
They finally arrived at the fair, lights almost blinding, the scent of cotton candy lingering in the air, and the sound of laughter blending with the carnival music.
"Well," Kurt sighed. "Let's get this over with."
-xXx-
About an hour later, the two were walking back to Blaine's car, the moon and stars high in the sky, both boys' cheeks flushed from the chilly night breeze, but goofy grins plastered upon their faces.
"I have to admit, that wasn't too bad, Anderson," Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder with his own, a pink stuffed bear tucked underneath his left arm.
"To match that fabulous hair of yours," Blaine had said once he presented it to the leather-clad boy after winning the ring toss.
"Aren't you glad you said yes?" The Cheerio teased.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but half-heartedly. "Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat."
Blaine smiled, shivering slightly.
"Here," Kurt shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to Blaine.
Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, but pulled on the jacket nonetheless.
"But you never let anyone wear your jacket."
"Well you're not just anyone, are you?"
Blaine threw himself at Kurt, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's neck and sealing their lips together.
To his surprise, Kurt responded immediately, wrapping his arms arms around Blaine's waist.
After a moment, Blaine finally pulled away, only having enough breath to utter, "Boyfriends?"
"Of course, idiot."
-xXx-
Blaine walked into McKinley, all eyes on him as they spotted the tattered leather jacket he was wearing over his uniform, but he only had eyes for the boy with pink, coiffed hair, waiting for him at his locker.
-xXx-
So I know I have a ton of other stories to finish, but here's this... The title is from one of my favorite songs, Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. So yeah! I take prompts via review, Tumblr, or Twitter!
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Yeah! Please prompt!
Clearly Puppy Love