A/N: Guess who's back! Meeeeee! ... Anyway, this was a prompt from Highest Heights, it was so much fun to write, I actually started giggling towards the end (I'm so glad none of my family are around!) Also Gleek-44 I really wanna do the 7 minutes in heaven, things could get rude mwahaha... I'm a little hyper atm, sorry! Thanks for the reviews peeps, means a lot!

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Disclaimer: I don't own glee, or Kurt, or Blaine... or Marc Jacobs

Kurt and Blaine sat in their favourite spot in McKinley's gum-plastered canteen watching as a sea of students swarmed around going about their daily business, oblivious to anything happening outside their own bubble of thoughts.

Blaine watched as Kurt talked animatedly about what he had planned for this week's glee assignment, he wasn't really paying attention, all he could think about how much he loved Kurt. He loved the little creases of happiness that formed next to his eyes when he smiled or laughed, he loved the adorable dimple in his right cheek, he loved the piece of hair that stuck up incessantly no matter what products Kurt tried to coax it down with, he loved the way that Kurt's hands subconsciously flailed around when he got absorbed in what he was describing.

Blaine was jolted back to his thoughts as he found Kurt looking at him expectantly

'Oh! sorry what were we saying?' He tried his best to concentrate now

'Blaine, are you ok, your eyes keep going glazed over? Kurt wrapped his hand delicately around the forearm that Blaine was propping his chin up with on the table

'Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just fine' Blaine smiled softly up at Kurt, who was trying to work out why Blaine was acting strangely.

'Hey, if you're that tired maybe we should skip classes and go home?' Blaine knew Kurt was being quite serious but at that moment a string of very undapper thoughts had filled his head. Kurt had obviously picked up on this as he broke a corner of his roll and chucked it at Blaine.

'Hey!' Blaine protested 'what did you do that for?!' Kurt raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow

'Don't think I don't know exactly what you just thought of Blaine Anderson' Blaine laughed and threw half of his roll at Kurt

'Using my full name now are we? This must be serious!' Kurt giggled in reply this time throwing the remainder of his roll at Blaine who grabbed his bunch of grapes and began pulling them off, Kurt shielded his head with his hands waiting, but they never came, he lowered his hands to see what was going on and felt one collide with his face.

'Oh, you've done it now Anderson!' Kurt turned to his tray and picked up his grapes, he quickly picked each one off and made a pile of ammunition as Blaine did the same, once he had completed his pile Kurt picked up his tray as a shield and started firing at Blaine.

They continued like this for a matter of moments before one of Kurt's grapes missed Blaine and collided with an innocent bystander just a few metres behind him. Blaine laughed as Kurt's mouth formed an o-shape but instantly stopped when the innocent bystander (not so innocent anymore) had grabbed his noodles and lobbed them at the back of his head. He made a high pitch squeal that sounded something along the lines of hair gel and turned around to see the culprit, when he saw who it was he grabbed his own bowl of noodles and spun it like a Frisbee, Kurt could feel all eyes in the canteen following the path the bowl was making as though in slow motion before neatly colliding with its target.

A few minutes later Kurt was hiding under the table as the whole canteen had engaged in a spectacular food fight, he didn't remember one this big in the whole time he'd been at McKinley and that was most definitely saying something. Blaine was lost somewhere in the crowd, probably covered from head to toe in different foods, sauces and drinks. Kurt sighed, that meant he'd probably have to lend him a change of clothes, just then a hand appeared under the table accompanied by what appeared to be Blaine but Kurt couldn't quite be sure! His head was covered in what looked suspiciously like some sort of dark red chilli sauce and the rest of him was covered in chunks of pasta and various vegetables, his clothes were soaked through and his hair was springing free from his gel all over the place.

'Blaine, you look an absolute mess!' Kurt exclaimed not taking Blaine's hand for fear of being dragged into the crossfire; he was wearing his favourite Marc Jacobs Jacket after all.

'And you're looking far too clean' Blaine replied, taking Kurt's hand firmly before he could pull away, Kurt had no choice and was soon in dragged up to his full height by Blaine. Not two seconds passed before he got what smelt and tasted like a polystyrene bowl of custard in his face, he grimaced as he felt it run down his neck and under his shirt, there's another one for the bin he thought. His grumbling was interrupted however by Blaine giving him a plate full of jelly to throw... what the hell! He thought, since he was already a mess. He got so into throwing various items of food around that it took him a while to notice Coach Sue standing in front of him. She was holding Blaine up by the collar of his shirt, by the look on Blaine's face; Sue knew exactly who was responsible for starting the fight.

'Crap' Kurt mumbled, before he too was being dragged down the corridor to Principle Figgins' office.

A/N: So a friend of mine thought it would be fun to bring in Sue (Not the crazy one this time) ET viola, there be Sue! Also I once had custard thrown in my face, it's not fun. Hopefully I get the next chapter up soon, thanks for the reviews guys!