So, another overtly adorable little tiny one-shot, and yes, it is rather tiny! :D But I actually rather liked this one :D Probably my second favourite of the lot so far! And now I shall get back to writing, because that's what you really want me to do, isn't it. Not sit here chatting, but actually writing some more new material! So off I go!

Rip

A piercing scream ripped the air.

From the living room of the Hummel-Hudson residence, Blaine heard it as if it had occurred right beside him. 'Kurt?' he breathed into the air, his voice barely more than a whisper. Beside him Mr Hummel had also stood up. Their eyes met, sharing a thought that neither of them wished to voice aloud.

Blaine was to the stairs before anyone could say a word, his hand holding the banister to steady himself as he took the steps two at a time. 'Kurt!'

There was another loud squeal and then Blaine had reached the door to Kurt's room, where the younger boy had withdrawn to take a shower after school. The door was still open slightly and through it he could see Kurt, sitting on the bed. His head was in his hands and his knees were shaking slightly.

'Are you okay?' Blaine called gently through the door, pushing it open slightly and stepping into the room. Kurt sure didn't look hurt, but that scream was one of horrifying pain. Maybe it was mental? Did that mean that Blaine couldn't help him?

'Blaine!' the boy called out, raising his head and staring at him with his piercing blue eyes.

'What is it, Kurt?'

He held up the scrap of material that had rested in his lap, previously unseen by Blaine. It looked like a pair of black jeans, but there were too many holes in it for it to work like a proper pair of jeans.

'What's wrong?'

Kurt shook the material, his lips pursed into a tense line. 'Look, Blaine! Look! They're ripped! Ripped! How can my favourite pair of jeans get ripped? I look after my clothes, Blaine, and the only time these were ever in a compromising position was when we-' He paused suddenly, looking over Blaine's shoulder and the older boy turned to see Mr Hummel behind him, one hand on the doorframe.

'When you what, Kurt?'

Blaine was quick to jump to their defence. 'It was nothing, Mr Hummel. When we were at my place the other day, my little brother spilt his bottle of coke on the table and it got on Kurt's jeans so I said I'd wash them and-'

'-and then once they'd been through the wash, I stuck them in my bag to bring home,' Kurt picked up the story. 'And I just got them out now and they have a rip in them.'

'A rip?'

'Yes!'

'So, nothing inappropriate was happening while your pants were off, was it?'

'No, sir, not at all,' Blaine said quickly, refusing to look at Kurt. Because he knew that if he looked, his lie would crumble as quickly as he had made it.

'Hmm,' Mr Hummel said, and backed silently away, closing the door behind him. It was a rare thing for him to do. To Blaine, it seemed like permission. It seemed like I trust you. He didn't really know if he deserved that trust.

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief that Blaine hadn't realised he was holding. He held up the jeans again. 'I swear this is your fault. The faulty zipper on your school pants must have done it while we were-' He blushed a deep shade of scarlet, but he was grinning. 'But what am I going to do with these now?'

Blaine stepped closer, taking the jeans from his hands. He twisted them round his fingers, fiddling with the tear. 'Personally,' he said, smiling. 'I like them better off you anyway.'

Oh and a little hint of something maybe more steamy, but I can never write those, so I'll just leave it there! :D