Hi my friends! I hope your enjoying this story- I know it's not you usual Klaine that everyone loves but hey, sometimes you gotta mix it up. Reviews and comments are always welcome.

"I can't believe you let him into my room." Kurt hisses as soon as they saw Santana and Danny. Danny looked a little dishevelled and her nails were broken after trying to scrape at the lock of her un-wielding bathroom.

"He wanted to see what your costume looked like." Santana explained innocently.

"Even worse, you let him into my wardrobe!"

"Oh, no concern for me then." Danny huffed, "don't as how lesbian Rapunzel over here was being trapped in her own bathroom for three hours."

"Three hours!"

"Santana wouldn't answer her phone."

"I'm sorry babe, I'll make it up to you. I know how you like those caramel pretzels."

"That's exactly what this Rapunzel needs." Danny pecked Santana on the cheek and grabbed her waist as they walked.

"I went through all your clothes." Elliot whispered as they walked. "All of them."

Kurt ignored him, held his head high with a huff, and walked on behind Santana and Danny.

"At least I have more in my wardrobe than dated steampunk suits and leather jackets that belong to the last century." Kurt hissed back.

"Hey guys, why don't we go in here!" Elliot called, passing some gothic, alternative shop. There mannequins were Fluro green and dripping in chains.

"I don't think we'll find anything in a rave store." Danny said.

"Oh, I know, but Kurt mentioned that he wanted to explore different fashions but he's too chicken to go into one of these stores on his own." Elliot smiled.

"Oh god, Kurt, no, you would not suit those baggy pocket pants." Santana groaned. The lights were dim in the store and the walls were laced with UV light and graffiti art.

"But this short might be a welcome change to those stupid collar shirts and vests he wears." Danny said, pulling out something with unicorns on it.

"I'm going to kill you." Kurt growled, having to play along with Elliot's lie, not wanting to cause a scene in front of his friends. In the end he bought a stupid belt he was probably never going to wear- it was leather and studded- maybe for a Lady Gaga costume or something. His fashion sense had certainly mellowed since high school- no more plastic raincoat jackets or woollen jumper-dresses.

They made their way through to the dreaded H&M. Kurt wanted nothing more than to jump across the mall to Guess, or Calvin Klein, or off a bridge for all he cared.

"Danny and I are going to go upstairs to the girl's section. I trust you two won't kill each other?" Santana said.

"We'll be angels." Elliot answered for them both. Santana's eyes narrowed on both of them, as if trying to figure something out. She opened her mouth but before she could say something inappropriate Danny was pulling her up the escalator.

"Don't touch that." Kurt said to Elliot who was reaching for a suit on the rack. "I will be choosing what you wear. Just… follow me." Kurt rummaged through rack after rack, picking out what would be least atrocious on stage. Elliot followed wordlessly- one would almost be mistaken in thinking that Elliot really was on his best behaviour.

That was, until the changeroom.

"I know you want to join me." Elliot purred. The changeroom was basically empty with no one manning it except for a younger staffer who had dashed out to return clothes.

"Oh, it would give me great joy in ripping those terrible jeans off your body." Kurt agreed. They were an abomination, they were acid washed but not in a good way, and far too many rips- it was bordering on embarrassing. "But I'll have to decline." He pushed Elliot into the changeroom and threw him his stack of clothes. "I've got far too much class than to make out in a H&M changeroom."

"What about if we went to Tommy Hilfiger?"

"I would consider it." Kurt sat on the waiting stool; arms folded. He could hear Elliot unzip his pants, and from the gap in bottom of the stall, he could see them drop down. Then he could see his arms reach up and pull off his shirt. Elliot stretched a little more, then- after what felt like forever, got changed into his first outfit.

"What do you think?" Elliot strutted out and did a spin.

"No, that's terrible." Kurt said, who put's denim and leather together in a jacket? Elliot trudged back in.

"So, do you have any tattoo's Kurt?" He asked, getting naked once again. From above the door frame Kurt could make out the lower half of Elliot's tattoo sleeve when he raised his hands up above the door.

"I won't be answering that question." Kurt rolled his right shoulder self-consciously. Suddenly Elliot's head was up over the door, his eyes wide.

"You mean you do have a tattoo!"

"I never said that."

"You never said no."

"Don't you have another shirt to try on?"

"I bet it's something really dirty." Thankfully Elliot was doing what Kurt said and was changing his shirt. "I want to see it."

"You will never."

"How about this?" Elliot was wearing a tamer white shirt with some frills down the front. Totally not Elliot's style and he only made it worse by having half his shirt tucked in and the other flopped out.

"Are you trying to make me hit you? Your shirt is either tucked in or out, not halfway."

"Well, come fix me then?" Elliot stood there, his belt at Kurt's eyelevel. Kurt stood up; fingers hooked roughly on the belt loops. His hands brushed up the inside of Elliot's thigh. The palm of his hand grazing the rippled metal of his zipper. Kurt didn't break eye contact with Elliot, fuck, he couldn't look away from those smoky eyes- damn that eyeliner!

But god it felt good to have his hands down Elliot's pants, roughly shoving the fabric back under his belt when all he really wanted was to tear everything off. When it was time to reach behind Elliot to tuck his shirt, he grabbed Elliot's ass cheeks and pressed their hips together.

"I'm going to need a size up in these pants if you keep doing that." Elliot gave a sideways smirk, as Kurt kneaded his ass. "Come here."

Before Kurt knew what was happening Elliot had pulled them both into the changeroom and closed the door. The door banged shut behind them and the next thing Kurt knew he was straddling Elliot on the changeroom chair. His hands were ravaging at Elliot's belt, the buckle clunk against the mirror and hit the floor. The sound made Elliot turn to the glass.

"Fuck your hot when your dancing on my lap." Elliot breathed. Kurt turned sideways too. There he was, rolling his hips like he didn't have any control over his body.

"Oh, this isn't dancing honey, you haven't seen me dance. Take these off." Kurt pulled himself away just enough to tug Elliot's pants down and to the floor. Their lips crashed, their teeth hitting one another with a burning snarl. Their noses nudged and brushed, Elliot lapping to try and bite Kurt's lips. That was when Kurt sunk down between Elliot's legs and raked his nails down his thighs.

"You wouldn't dare." Elliot gave a wicked grin. Kurt's smile grazed over the edge of Elliot's boyleg underwear.

"What? Like you don't want me to?"

"Oh, I do, but well." Elliot gestured around them, "Look where we are."

"I'm sure you can return the favour when we reach Gucci." Kurt spoke his words into Elliot's crotch, his hot breath just as much of a tease as his words. The boy was taking his time and Elliot knew better than to dare move. Kurt gripped his hands-on Elliot's thigh, watching, examining what was between Elliot's legs.

"I like you like this." Kurt said.

"I'm sure you do." Elliot was trying to flirt but he was shaking, a little breathless. Kurt really liked him like this, all caught off guard, bare, with nothing but his underwear, oh, and speechless, basically speechless, all that bravado stripped away to nothing and there he was; Elliot.

"Everything alright in here?" A voice called from outside the changeroom. "Sir?"

"Ah, yeah, fine." Elliot called, his voice cracking a little as Kurt suddenly nudged his cheek up against Elliot's balls, his nose rubbing against Elliot's erection. Elliot was warm, burning warm and Kurt couldn't help but breath in his scent like some kind of sex crazed animal. What the hell was coming over him?

"Sir, ah, might I remind you of the ah, store regulations to ah only have one person in the change room at a time." the woman coughed. She must be able to see Kurt's feet from the bottom of the stall- two pairs of feet.

"He just got stuck in his pants, that all." Kurt explained from Elliot's crotch. A cunning idea taking over him. behind him he fisted a pile of pants in a tight grip, "The idiot thinks he's a size small and got himself stuck."

"Oh, I'm definitely not a small." Elliot agreed with heavy innuendo in his voice.

"Sure." The woman said, a little confused, "When you're done, put the ones you don't want in the basket out here."

"Oh, we will." Kurt gave the most cunning flash of a grin before jolting to his feet and out the changeroom door before Elliot knew what was happening. In his hands were the four pairs- and the only four pairs of pants in that changeroom- Kurt had all of them.

"Hey where are you…" Elliot was too flustered to act.

"Oh, you can keep all of these." Kurt dumped the pants in the basket, smiling at the woman, "not a fit, I'm afraid."

"Not a problem." The woman began to wheel the trolly away as Elliot stormed out, wearing his shirt, jacket and no pants. His erection quickly receding, but still enough there to cause a problem for any innocent onlooker.

"What the hell is that for!"

"You go through my wardrobe; I throw out yours." Kurt huffed. "You might want to do something about that." Kurt raised an eyebrow to Elliot's tented cock. Certainly not something innocent store goers would want to see.

"I hate you." Elliot scowled, shrugging off his jacked and bunching it around his waist before racing after the women with the basket of pants. "Excuse me mam, I think you have my pants in there."

Watching Elliot run through H&M without pants on was perhaps the most fun Kurt could have in a store like this, until…

"Kurt why did I just see Elliot run through the store with no pants on?"' Santana- of course Santana would sense fun like a blood hound just to snuff it out. With her loyal side-bitch Danny.

"I think he's a madman." Kurt replied innocently, "Said something about how we should do our performances in just our underwear and then ran off to get the shopkeepers opinion." Oh, Kurt could feign innocence, and he did it well, for a moment he was sure Danny believed him. Santana, on the other hand, was no fool.

"Kurt, do I need to bitch slap you again?" Santana raised a palm while behind her Elliot was hopping on one foot, trying to tug up his stupid acid wash jeans.

"Hey, hey, no need for violence." Elliot arrived just in time, placing a hand on Santana's shoulder and the other annoyingly on Kurt's.

"Is Kurt still being an ass to you?" Santana asked, keeping her eyes on Kurt.

"What? No, never, silly me, just threw my own pair of jeans in the basket."

"How is that even possible?" Danny muttered but no one heard her.

"Good." Santana lowered her hand suspiciously, but none the wiser.

Kurt's phone buzzed at 2am in the morning. Even though his phone was on silent mode, the vibration sounded like a foghorn.

Shit, what's wrong?

His dad, was his Dad ok? What about Carol. Half blind, he scrambled for his phone.

An unknown number.

?: Are you dreaming of me yet?

K: WTF. Who is this?

?: Santana gave me your number.

Oh, Kurt knew exactly who this was now.

K: Yup, dreaming all about you, babe. About all the sounds you would make if I pushed you into an industrial sized shredder.

E: Ouch, harsh.

K: You woke me at 2am. You deserve it.

E: If I go then I'm taking your wardrobe with me.

K: Worth it.

E: You are cranky in the morning.

K: It's not morning. This is witching hour.

E: I never got to ask about the photo beside your bed. Boyfriend?

K: My brother, you creep. Goodnight.

Kurt turned his head in the dark. Beside his bed was Finn's photo. Great, now he had to think about that in his sleep deprived state. He reached across and flipped Finn's photo down, just for the night, just so he could get some sleep.

E: Sorry. Can't sleep, it's witching hour, remember.

K: Then find something else to do.

E: any suggestions?

Oh, Kurt had suggestions, he had many suggestions.

K: Why don't you take a long walk off a short pier?

E: Nah, sea water does nothing for my hair.

K: Just… have sex and travel!

E: Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, travel to your room?

K: It's a euphemism for 'fuck off'

But the thought of Elliot busting through his door right now wouldn't be unwelcome, he could have that boy between his legs, his head bobbing up and down under the sheets. If he was getting annoying Kurt could squeeze his thighs tight around his head. With a cock in his mouth at least the man couldn't talk. Maybe he shouldn't have stollen Elliot's pants… no, no it was totally worth it. Kurt fell back in his pillows, his phone finally silent. Until…

"Can't I just get to sleep?"

E: I was hard all afternoon thinking of the changerooms.

K: I guess displays of mild public nudity get you going then.

Kurt's own cock stirred a little. He wasn't stupid, he knew what Elliot was fishing for. Then why was his cock telling him he wanted it too? His dick should be asleep- every other body part was, but now it was throbbing in his pyjamas. He wouldn't give in to it, he had already done that once, he couldn't make it a habit. But he could tease…

K: Are you wearing pjs or do you sleep in the nude?

E: Nude, of course.

K: Good

E: I know you wear pjs, I saw them on your bed.

K: Well done Sherlock.

Kurt tried not to get irritated with the reminder that Elliot had been snooping in his room. Instead, he played his game.

K: Are you touching yourself?

E: Oh, I've been doing that since the first text.

K: Good. I'm sure that thing between your legs will keep your hands occupied so you don't text me anymore. Goodnight.

Kurt turned his phone off- something he had not done in years- completely off and threw it on his bedside table. He rolled off to his side and tried to sleep with a throbbing erection between his legs. His pjs felt uncomfortably tight, maybe he did need to sleep in the nude.