I wrote this in like 5 minutes 'cause I realized I didn't have anything to post. Please ignore spelling and grammar mistakes. Oh, and please review!

Rating- G (There may be some language, but I am too lazy to check.)

"I think I ripped my pants," Blaine complained to his boyfriend.

"Worst pick-up line ever," Kurt said, turning to scowl at Blaine.

"No, I'm being serious. Look," Blaine told him, turning to show him the rip in his pants. There was a rip all the way up the seem from the bottom of his ankles all the way up to his thigh.

"How the hell did you manage that?"

"I did it just a second ago practicing the dance for Regional's."

"And I'm guessing you want me to fix that," Kurt questioned him.

"I didn't know you could sew."

"Did you see any of my outfits' last year- prom, gaga, Halloween?"

"I thought you bought those."

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes. "I don't buy all my clothes. I just make the ones I can't afford."

"Well can you just fix my pants or not?'

Kurt huffed. "Fine. Come here."

Blaine walked towards Kurt. "Shouldn't I take off the pants?"

"First, don't get cheeky- second, do you know what our friends would do if they came in and saw you in my pants?"

"Good point."

"Now Blaine, hold still, I don't want to stab you."

Blaine laid his leg down on Kurt's lap. Kurt got a needle from his sewing kit and began to stitch the two pieces of fabric together.

Blaine sneezed at that moment, causing Kurt to stab him in the leg.

"What did I just tell you?!" Kurt complained to Blaine.

"I'm sorry, I had to sneeze," argued Blaine.

"Fine, I'll only take it because I love you," Kurt said, puckering his lips for Blaine to kiss.

Blaine laughed and leaned in to kiss Kurt. He gently touched his lips to Kurt's.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we'll be together in the end?"

Kurt looked down at the bare flesh that was exposed in front of him. "Defiantly, I see us thirty…forty…fifty years from now. You a mess and I'll be solving it."

"You're mean."

"But you still love me," Kurt said, again leaning in for a kiss.

Kurt had the two pieces of fabric near the ankle in his hands- he looked like he was ripping of Blaine's pants. Blaine and Kurt had been kissing, when David walked in the door.

"W-W-What?" was all he was able to stammer.

Blaine and Kurt burst into laughed- this was worse than if Blaine was wearing Kurt's pants.

"He just ripped his pants, I was fixing them."

"What exactly was he doing when he ripped his pants?"