A/N: HI GUISE! :D I'm baaaack…. Enjoy this update! HUGE THANK YOU TO MY BETA, JACKIE! (Iliveforglee11).
Chapter 6
The mall was completely packed as Kurt and Mercedes pulled up and into a parking space. They decided to take Mercedes' Nissan Altima. Kurt took a deep breath and got out of the car, slamming the door. He smoothed his gray vest while he waited for Cedes.
They first walked into Sears, and through the store, they passed mothers trying to calm their kids (Screaming for ice cream) or elderly folk gazing at pricy clothes with contentment.
"Let's go to a better clothes store." Kurt muttered eyes narrowed to the floor. He locked arms with her, and she grinned.
"Ok!"
When they ended up in front of Old Navy, they rushed inside, Kurt heading straight for the jeans. He wanted to find the most sinful and tightest pair of skinnies he'd ever owned.
No really. I need new clothes. This most definitely is NOT for Mr. Anderson. Who is STILL on his date with MeerKat face….
Kurt sighed scanning through the display of jeans; different kinds and brands. Stonewash, Regular denim, Faded, Denim Dark, Holey/Frayed….. Kurt started to feel conflicted. When he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Kurt? Talk to me." Mercedes whispered caringly, knowing that something was wrong with her best friend.
"Ok, I need to tell you something." Kurt spun around, a serious glare planted on his face. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone."
Kurt was dead serious, but Mercedes just looked amused.
"I already know… you have a thing for the French teacher. I see the way you look at him, Kurt. You're head over heels, aren't you?"
Kurt was silent.
"Hey, it's ok, boo." She reached out to caress his arm.
He jerked back, looking around frantically. "No it's not. I mean, sure there was Finn, but that was just a crazy crush. That didn't count, but this is different, Cedes. This feels different. He's a teacher. I'm not good enough as butt face Mr. Smythe…" he trailed off, a single tear rolling down his porcelain cheek.
"Listen to me, Kurt. You ARE good enough." She stated firmly.
"I'm just a nerd. I'm not his type." Kurt frowned, picking out a pair of Regular demin skinnies, observing the price. "Lemme go try these on." Kurt said sadly, and headed for the fitting room. He walked into a stall and (eventually) shimmied his long, slender legs into the new pants. Stepping back to admire the way they hugged his legs, thighs, ass….in all the right places, he grinned.
Perfect!
He threw open the door, rushing out to find his friend. He found her standing over by the belts. "What do you think, Mercedes? Do you think he'll like them?!" Kurt spun around, showing off.
"Do you think who will like them?" a velvety voice said, and it was definitely NOT Mercedesi closed my eyes for a moment. No way.
"J'approuve CERTAINEMENT, Kurt..." ("I DEFINITELY approve, Kurt.")
Time stood still. Kurt stopped breathing for a good ten seconds, his eyes closed. OMG….It is him. Mr. Anderson is here?! Ok, act normal, stay calm….BREATHE. He turned around very slowly and, ohgawdyes, sure enough, there stood Mr. Anderson, fucking sexy ass teacher with his eyes….and his body…. And….Kurt's breathing hitched as he gulped.
But, wait, Mr. Anderson's eyes were ogling Kurt's legs….ass…Kurt coughed and Blaine looked back up, snapping out of his trance, grinning slyly.
"W-where's Mr. Smythe?" Kurt asked the sexy man, his eyebrow raised, hand on his hip.
"Eh, he's…getting me coffee…" Blaine waved his hand over yonder. "Kurt, tourner autour de moi….s'il vous plait…" Blaine demanded. ("Kurt, turn around for me, please.")
Surprised, and his whole insides shaking with nerves, and excitement, Kurt turned around veeery slowly. If he wanted the view, he'd give it in slow motion just for Mr. Anderson's amusement. He hoped the teacher couldn't see his blush though…
"Mmmm, tres agreable, Kurt…" Blaine smirked, licking his lips. ("VERY nice Kurt.")
Kurt's breathing caught in his throat, and he felt his pants get a little TOO TIGHT. Well, shit, Hummel. How am I supposed to hide this now?! Kurt turned around and avoided Mr. Anderson's gaze. The gaze that was clearly and very obviously still looking at his legs and curve of his ass.
He must like what he sees if he can't stop staring like that.
"I should most definitely buy these…" Kurt mumbled shyly following his thoughts.
"Oh oui, vous devriez Kurt." (Oh yes you should, Kurt.) Blaine began, as he looked back up to Kurt's eyes and bit his lower lip. "Let's make a deal, Kurt. You start wearing THOSE pants, I'll most definitely teach you how to get an A…." he stated huskily.
WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS…Kurt thought, feeling quite dizzy at the moment.
"Hi, Mr. French!" Mercedes voice startled Kurt, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously. "I'm Mercedes…I'm Kurt's best friend."
"Hi, Mercedes, nice to meet you." Blaine stuck his hand out for her to shake. "I'm Mr. Anderson, I teach Fre-"
"I know. Kurt here won't shut up about you." She cut the teacher off. As she nudged Kurt in the ribs playfully.
"Ohmygawd…" Kurt muttered in embarrassment, his face turning crimson.
"Oh, really? Enlighten me, Mercedes." He raised a triangular eyebrow looking interested, and folded his muscular arms across his chest. (Not that Kurt wasn't STARING.) (Nope! Definitely not staring.)
Oh shit…oh shit, OH SHIT. NO. If he finds out the inappropriate texts between Mercedes and I….My. Life. Will. Be. Over. Because I will DIE of humiliation….
She tapped her chin, thinking. "Well, he says that you have beautiful eyes….hmm… your a-"
Kurt slapped a hand over her mouth. "I'm gonna get these jeans..." Kurt desperately tried to change the subject.
"Ok, sure…" Blaine smirked.
"Right? Should I, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt asked in a sexy, innocent voice.
"Yes, Kurt….seulement si vous voulez…." ("Yes, Kurt, only if you want.")
"Mais voulez-vous me?" ("But Do you want me to?")
"OH FOR THE LOVE ALL THAT IS HOLY! BUY THE DAMN PANTS, Kurt!" Mercedes escaped from Kurt's hand over her mouth. She continued, rolling her eyes and huffing in annoyance. "Hell, if I know what ya'll are ACTUALLY saying… With you two, for all I know, you could be saying 'Bend me over the desk and have your way with me.' Both of you with your foreign sex language! Geez! Let's go. I'm hungry!" she whined.
"Actually, Mercedes, that's 'Plier moi sur le bureau et avoir votre chemin avec moi'…" Blaine spoke damn perfectly and eyed Kurt, who had his mouth gaping open.
WELL, FUCK. If I do say so myself…. Kurt thought, starting to sweat.
Mercedes grabbed Kurt, and they left the clothing department store, paying with a quickness, and heading swiftly to the food court.
The entire way out of Old Navy, Blaine and Kurt never broke eye contact…..