"This is what happens when you take more than one vacation day. You turn into a seven year old." Kurt sighed, dragging Blaine into the kids clothes.
"Kurt, that rabbit and I formed a bond and—."
"Yes just like you and the sugar gliders and hamsters and guinea pigs and cats and dogs and that kangaroo at the zoo." Kurt rolled his eyes, squeezing Blaine's hand.
"Don't they have enough clothes? You, the twins, and Soph are killing me with these overflowing closets. Sophie asked me to have another one built-in." Blaine whined. "You go through money as fast as I can bring it in."
"We're multi-millionaires. We'll be okay." Kurt reassured him, pulling him towards the kids underwear section.
"Oooh, power rangers." Blaine said, picking up a package.
"No, Blaine." Kurt shook his head. "They just need plain white underwear."
"Then there will be run marks. You know the boys don't wipe very well." Blaine pointed out. "And this one has the Avengers. Oh, come on. Zach would love these Captain America boxers. They're so cute."
"Blaine, that isn't what they need."
"I don't know why you keep repeating my name like it'll make me stop, Kurt." Blaine hugged. "Besides, the power rangers are my favorite."
"Then buy some for yourself."
"Do they make them my size?" Blaine asked eagerly.
"I don't know. Why don't you go check the toddlers?" Kurt asked, face innocent. "After all, they probably would have it you until your growth spurt at 22."
Blaine scowled. "The height jokes should have stopped when I got taller than you. This isn't fair."
"It's only half an inch, dear." Kurt grabbed some plain Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs and tossed them into the cart.
"These too." Blaine tossed some Batman boxers in. "For Nick. And these," He tossed in some Avengers ones. "For Zach."
"You were talking about how they have too much clothes and now you're doubling the amount we're buying." Kurt let out an exasperated noise.
"Look! Dinosaur ones! Dude, Kurt, can we go see the new Jurassic Park?" Blaine tossed them in.
Kurt lifted them out of the cart. "You know full and well that I'm not going to go and see those movies with you. They should have quit in the 90s when they were ahead. Why don't you go with David and Wes?"
"David's afraid of dinosaurs and Wes has to be home early to read the toddler to sleep. Otherwise she cries. I don't know why. I sure wouldn't miss him." Blaine pushed the cart towards the girls section. "ARIEL AND PRINCE ERIC!"
Kurt lunged forward, covering Blaine's mouth as several people gave him weird looks. "Shh!"
Blaine spoke, voice muffled by Kurt's hand.
"What?" Kurt pulled his hand down.
"Can we get these too?" Blaine asked sweetly.
"You are way too excited to be buying these kids underwear. People probably think you're a pedophile." Kurt laughed, taking them from Blaine. He then smirked. "Then again, maybe they think you are a kid."
Blaine scowled.
"God, you look just like Zach when you do that. It's kinda cute." Kurt said, smirk turning into a smile.
"Well, you know, I am kinda cute." Blaine grinned, rocking forward on his feet so he was closer to Kurt. "It might be the curls. Or the eyes. Or the smile. Or the nose, even. You can take your pick."
"I love you." Kurt said, stepping up and kissing him.
"People are going to think you're a pedophile kissing me like that while holding girl's Disney panties." Blaine mumbled into his lips.
"Had to ruin it, didn't you?" Kurt asked.
Blaine pointed at a kid who was hiding under one of the clothes racks, staring at them. "Well he's probably the one that ruined it… How old do you have to be to be considered a peeping tom?"
Kurt dropped the package of panties into the cart and then added another plain one. "Let's just go now, please. He's creepy."
"Can we go down the toy aisle? For the kids, of course."
Kurt steered Blaine away from the clothing aisles. "When are you going back to work again?"
