A/N: Omg? Is it another Autocorrected short-shot? Indeed it is. I felt the need to balance out the angsty feelings I have had lately (that have also inspired angsty stories) with some funny! This chapter is not as funny as it is fluffy, but both words start with an "f" so... close enough! This is an idea that I came up with while trying to find autocorrects... So yeah.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters depicted in this story, this is a work of fan fiction.

Enjoy!

From: My Soulmate

Did you get the ice-cream?

Blaine rolled his eyes as he read the latest assurance text from Kurt. From the time he had left for class this morning until he was walking towards the apartment from the corner store now, Kurt had been texting him to remember the items he asked for. He was absolutely not allowed to forget a single one and the brand had to be right. No substitutes allowed!

Man was his boyfriend picky at times; but whatever Kurt was planning, Blaine was sure that it would pay off in his favor. He never got this bossy when it came to non-work or school relates things unless it was for them.

A shiver went down his spine. The anticipation was almost too much.

To: My Soulmate

For the fifth time: Yes!

He let the smirk stayed on his lips as he shifted the bags in his arms so he could put his phone back in his pocket: the apartment was less than ten minutes away. But his phone buzzed with another text before Blaine could slip it back into his high-waters.

From: My Soulmate

Low-fat strawberry-vanilla swirl?

He shook his head this time, shifting the bags in his arms again so he could text back more comfortably.

To: My Soulmate

Is there any other kind?

Then after a second of thinking he added: I better get super-cuddles for all the torture I'm getting!

Blaine's smile grew as he sped up his walking slightly. Soon enough, he would be back at the apartment and finally find out why Kurt had sent him out to get all of their favorite foods. Okay, truly, it was just a few things, but all of the items were their shared favorites.

He felt the tale-tell strokes of wings against the lining of his stomach when his phone vibrated in his hand again.

From: My Soulmate

What kind of demand is that? Honestly...

Of course I'll give you super-cuddles! You're my awesome bff!

His smile fell away and his pace slowed to a stop, feet from the apartment building he had been in a rush to get to, to the apartment that he had been excited to enter... to the person he needed to see.

Was that really all he was to Kurt? Just his best-friend?

Blaine thought back through this last year of living with Kurt in New York—not once did they talk about them dating again. He had always just assumed.

They flirted up until Blaine's move to NYC, talked about him moving into the apartment and settling him in Kurt's room, how they practically built their relationship again. But not a single damn time did they ever say that they were boyfriends again. This whole year—a whole year—had he really just been lead around on a string by Kurt?

Had he let Kurt play him again?

They had talked about this, even before Blaine moved to NYC. They talked about how they hurt each other; how they would not do it again... was it so wrong of Blaine to believe that was the green light?

Kurt was sharing a bed with him! They cuddled and kissed and made love! They shared things that they would never share with anyone else—No, there was no way Kurt was playing with him again.

Blaine shook his head hard, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and he raced up the stairs as fast as he could; the determination of getting back to Kurt renewed.

When he walked through the front door there had been many things that he had been expecting, but Kurt standing right in front of the entrance with his hands on his hips and two disgruntled looking females ready to go at it—not really one of them. Kurt turned to face him quickly after the door opened and dragged Blaine into the apartment by his elbow; showing off their linked arms as if proving something to the two women.

"See," the taller man exclaimed, "best boyfriend in the world is here with the goods for our date!" Kurt gestured to the bags in Blaine's arms pointedly before turning that same figure at—No, "out" the front door.

"Now get out! We need space! I told you two last week Blaine and I had the apartment to ourselves tonight! I cleared it with both of you! Now go!"

The Latina woman made a spectacle of rolling her eyes, arms crossing over her chest, "Calm you shit and untwist you thong, Hummelina. Me and the Future Cat Lady are gonna spread our wings somewhere else!"

"Good!" Kurt was glaring at the two as Santana pulled a loudly complain Rachel out of the front door, "Don't come back until tomorrow night!"

Rachel's loud complaining could be heard all the way down the stair-well—"Kurt! Kurt Elizabeth Hummel! I am not done talking about this! You cannot just kick me out! I need to practice tonight for my audition next month! Kurt!"—that was until Kurt slammed the loft door closed and latched all three of the locks into place.

The taller young man took a bag from Blaine and set about unpacking it... a little violently, muttering to himself the whole time, "What makes them think they can just—and after all I told them and did for them! They can't give me a night with my boyfriend. Suck! Both of them suck!"

Blaine watched his boyfriend cautiously and keeping his distance from the enraged young man by staying on the opposite side of the kitchen table, just in case Kurt was looking for something softer to become physical with. But Kurt's monolog became funnier and enlightening as Blaine just let the taller boy work on putting food away and preparing a food platter.

"I washed Rachel underwear! Her underwear! That was the deal! Then she tries to pull the audition bit? She's always auditioning! Everyone at NYADA is! But she gets special treatment? I did her laundry so she'll be out of the apartment tonight, with her agreeing the whole time—she tries to pull this. Ugh! And don't even get me started on the horrors that Rachel wanted me to do for asking them to stay out all night! I thought Satan would be the hardest work to do—but Rachel," Kurt shuddered before picking up the food platter and moving it to the coffee table; which up until this point, Blaine had noticed nothing about the apartment itself because his focus was on his boyfriend. (He could say if with confidence now because Kurt had said it.)

Apparently the taller man had really wanted this night to be a date night because it was more than just their favorite foods. The apartment shelves were lined with strings of white lights that dangled down and framed the couch with a gentle glow. The coffee table was covered in a deep red clothe, the apartments shared "good" eating-wear set out in a completely private, dinner-for-two way. Pillows that usually lined the couch and chairs were set against the bottom of the couch in a kind of nest completely meant for Kurt and Blaine to share the space closely in order to be comfortable. Just before the platter that Kurt set down, was a slew of movies laid out side-by-side... all of them their movies.

How could I ever doubt you?

Blaine stepped forward quickly, embracing Kurt from behind with his arms wrapped around his torso and both of his hands resting over the taller man's heart.

"No, no! Not now! Everything isn't ready," Kurt whined and struggled weakly against Blaine's hold.

"I don't care," the shorter man whispered firmly, pulling the body in his arms closer, "I want to hold and kiss my amazing super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot boyfriend!"

Kurt huffed out a laugh, "Really? A HP Musical reference—right now?"

All he got was a shrug in response.

So the blue-eyed man just let it slide and turned in the embrace so he could slide his arms perfectly over Blaine's shoulders, "Then I guess I'll let you get a few pre-date kisses in." Kurt sighed heavily though, his face looking overly pained, "But I'll tell you now that I am not happy about it."

Blaine shook his head, "I know you aren't."

Try as he might, Blaine did try to keep it to just a few, but Kurt did not want him to stop—and who was he to deny his boyfriend?

What Blaine did not realize until the morning was, that on his race up the apartment stairs, he did not feel the tale-tell buzzing of a text message from Kurt.

From: My Soulmate

Oops! I got autocorrected! I meant bbe!

Best Boyfriend Ever.

A/N: See? Fluff!

Anyways, I hope that fed the little Klaine fluff monster that resides within you. Don't I know we need it with the way Season Four was left off and we're not only Klaine-less but Glee-less now. I hope you enjoyed!

Until next time,

Anjel Starlight