I keep forgetting to authors note! Sorry about that. Last night was a bit rough and I don't know what I would've said anyway. There's some weird stuff going on in my life at the moment so... yeah.
I'm currently being stalked. At first it was nice because there was a cute guy paying attention to me and giving me his number and wanting to meet up for coffee and all that... and then I realized just what extent it was going to. He shows up at my work when I'm there alone just to talk to me and has come far more times than I realized. It's putting me a little on edge and I don't know what I'll do if it continues like this or gets worse.
From ShadowStar556: In a lot of stories, yours also, girls give Blaine their phone #s. Kurt MUST get annoyed about that. So one day he just can't take it anymore and kisses Blaine right in front of the girl. (Maybe leaving her staring with wide eyes and running away?)
Another Five and One =D I got a nice little string of stories there that all worked for this type of story. I had trouble with thinking of the five things though, so I enlisted some of you guys to help me. So thank you heaps to issybird (via Tumblr) for #3, myriahjustbeingmyself (via Tumblr) for #4 and RoeyMcG (via Twitter) for #5
So, without further ado...
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Five Times Kurt Hummel Watched Girls Flirt With Blaine Anderson, And The One Time He Did It Himself.
I.
"So I still think green's a great colour on you."
Blaine shook his head, shifting the shopping bags from one arm to another. "I've never liked green. Plus, I wear my uniform most of the time, why do I need new clothes?"
Kurt sighed dramatically, crossing his arms. Somehow he had managed to con Blaine into carrying his bags for him ("I just need to tie up my shoe, hold these." Honestly, he was wearing boots). "You're not in uniform right now, are you?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, glancing down at Blaine's attire which ... well, needed a bit of work if he was perfectly honest. But now that Blaine had new clothes, Kurt was going to make sure they were worn, and worn properly. Even if he had to lay out his friend's clothes every day.
"If I didn't have to come clothes shopping, I probably would be." Blaine smirked as Kurt struggled to find a response and came up with nothing. "So, coffee?"
He nudged Kurt with the bags, sighing dramatically. Kurt rolled his eyes but took a couple of the bags from Blaine. "Coffee sounds great." They headed down to the nearest Starbucks and Kurt grabbed a table, dropping the bags at his feet while Blaine went to order. They knew each other well enough to order coffee for one another when circumstances dictated. And now was certainly necessary - Kurt's feet were tired.
He watched his friend as he stood at the counter, waiting for their drinks. It wasn't the first time Kurt had caught himself staring at Blaine, and he knew full well what it meant. After his past experiences with falling for straight guys who turn out to become step-brothers (and honestly, what had he thought was going to happen if he convinced his dad and his crush's mom to get together?), Kurt knew that the chances of him crushing on the first gay guy he discovered were high. He just didn't realize how quickly those feelings would grow - long past 'oh look, someone else who likes to stare at guys', and into true feelings. Blaine was like something out of Kurt's dreams, and some days he found himself wondering when exactly he was going to wake up. Because, honestly, what were the chances of finding a dapper, charming, friendly, talented, gay guy in Ohio? And one who wanted to spend time with him, Kurt Hummel?
But Blaine was real, was his friend and was ... coming back to the table. Kurt hurriedly averted his eyes, pulling out his phone to check if he had gotten any messages.
"Well, that was weird."
Kurt looked up as a coffee was placed in front of him to see Blaine with a strange look on his face. "What was?" he asked as he stirred his drink.
Blaine sat down, holding out a piece of paper. "The girl gave me her number."
Kurt snorted, taking the piece of paper. Sure enough, the name Courtney was written in flowing script, followed by a number and ... a love heart?
"Well, isn't that sweet?" He slid the piece of paper back, smirking. "You'd better call her, she might be nice."
Blaine shook his head, still looking at the piece of paper. "I like my dates male, thank you. But that's strange... I've never had that happen before."
As Blaine continued to stare at the piece of paper, Kurt felt a stab of jealousy before he could help it. What was that for? Seriously, he's gay and you both know that.
But all Kurt wanted to do was reach over and rip up the number.
II.
Kurt stepped back from the window, turning towards his roommate who was fixing his hair in the mirror. "So, what's the deal?"
"It's girlfriend day," Wes explained, putting down his comb. "Technically it's just our sister school's visiting day, but so many of us have girlfriends there that we take the chance to spend time with them. How do I look?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "What is the socially acceptable answer when a straight guy asks his gay friend that question?"
"You can tell me I look hot. Assuming I do."
Kurt coughed, then laughed when Wes pouted. "You do. Jessica's going to love you."
Wes's phone began to ring and he picked it up, mouthing a quick thanks in Kurt's direction as he left the room. Alone, Kurt sighed and turned back to the window, watching the various girls milling around. He had very little desire to strike up a conversation with any of them, but sitting alone in his room all day wasn't at all appealing.
A familiar face caught his eye and Kurt saw Blaine walking with David through the crowds, both dressed casually. A moment later, David broke away, walking over to his girlfriend and leaving Blaine standing on his own, looking awkward.
Turning away from the window, Kurt grabbed his jacket and pulled it on as he headed out the door. Of course Blaine wouldn't be spending the day with a girlfriend, so the two could easily hang out together. He hadn't had much of a chance to spend time with Blaine, between Warbler rehearsals, school and Kurt keeping in touch with his New Directions friends. But now here was a day where everybody else was preoccupied.
As he stepped out the front door, Kurt stopped and frowned. In the time it had taken him to get downstairs, one of the Crawford girls had intercepted Blaine and started up a conversation with him. She was facing Kurt's direction, and he could see the way she was standing with one hand on her hip and flicking her hair back. Is she... flirting with Blaine?
Kurt drew closer, staring idly off in another direction as he listened to their conversation.
".. haven't got a girlfriend here?"
Blaine chuckled. "No, I'm not dating anybody right now."
"Well, I think I could fix that."
Kurt sneaked a glance and saw the girl digging around in her bag, before pulling out a pen and piece of paper. "Take this," she said, scribbling something down before handing it to Blaine. "Call me if you want to take me up on that offer, alright?"
With that, the girl turned and sauntered away, catching up with a couple of friends a moment later. Kurt watched Blaine stare down at the piece of paper for a moment before looking up, watching the girl leave. A few seconds passed, and Blaine was still looking in the girls direction.
Kurt's frown grew deeper. Why is Blaine watching her like he actually wants to ... no. No. He's gay.
Kurt took a few steps forward, plastering a smile on his face and stopping by Blaine's side. "Hey there. Admiring the girls?" he teased, feeling relieved when Blaine turned to him with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, of course. No, I just had one give me her number."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Again?"
Blaine shrugged. "I'm not sure what's going on." He glanced at the piece of paper for another moment before folding it and sticking it in his pocket. "Anyway, have you come to rescue me from the hoards of girls wanting a boyfriend?"
"Absolutely." Kurt laughed, but to his ears it sounded fake. "Want to go watch RENT again?"
Blaine nodded, grinning happily as they turned to walk away. But Kurt's attention was focused on the piece of paper, still sitting in Blaine's pocket. Why did he keep it?
III.
"Are you sure this is safe?"
Kurt nodded absently, peering down the hall. "The jocks all have practice this afternoon, or they'll be in the gym. Oh, there's Mercedes!" He took off down the hall, grabbing Blaine's hand to make sure he didn't get left behind. Or at least that was the reason he would give if anybody asked him later. "Mercedes!"
Releasing Blaine's hand, Kurt hugged the girl who was laughing. "Good to see you again, Kurt! Hi, Blaine."
"I still don't like the idea of the competition being in our halls. What if he sneaks into the choir room or Mr. Schuester's office and steals our notes?"
Kurt sighed. "Rachel, stop treating Blaine like the enemy. I'm your competition too, remember?" He turned to Blaine who was looking uncomfortable. "You're completely allowed to ignore her. The rest of us do." The other girls laughed and Blaine cracked a smile while Rachel just looked put out. "So, are we going to see the other girls?"
Tina nodded. "Quinn said she'd murder me if we didn't bring you down to say hi, I sort of believe her too." Kurt snickered. "They're at Cheerios practice."
"Oh great, I'll have to face up to Coach Sylvester and she'll want to know why I haven't returned my uniform."
The girls led the way, Kurt and Blaine falling into the back of the group as they began to discuss something that Kurt wasn't aware of. "Uniform?" Blaine asked quietly.
Kurt frowned. '"Oh, I didn't tell you. I was a Cheerio here."
"And a Cheerio is…?"
"A cheerleader?"
Blaine choked. Kurt raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to regain normal breathing. "You… you were a cheerleader?"
Kurt couldn't help but smirk at the reaction that received. "Uh-huh. And before you try and paint the picture in your head, no I didn't wear the skirt."
"I wasn't thinking that!" Blaine protested. Kurt simply hummed derisively and continued to walk. Of course he knew Blaine wasn't thinking about him like that, but it was always fun to wind his friend up. And Kurt certainly hadn't expected that kind of reaction about being a cheerleader…
They arrived on the football field just as cheer practice was breaking up and Kurt immediately found himself faced with three girls in skimpy skirts wanting to hug the life out of him. Even Santana had put aside her bitchiness to welcome him, but of course had followed it up with her usual snark. "So how many bases have you and prep boy crossed?"
Kurt promptly blushed, drawing interested murmurs from the girls. "There's nothing going on between me and Blaine," he said quickly. "Right Bla… Blaine?" As Kurt turned to get backup he realized Blaine was no longer by his side. Spinning around, he almost fell over when he saw four of the cheerleaders surrounding him, getting far too into his personal space for Kurt's comfort. What the hell?
Kurt's first reaction was that the girls were harassing Blaine, but Santana's comment changed everything. "Are you sure that boy's gay? Damn, I'd tap that, just wish the other girls hadn't beaten me to it."
Frowning, Kurt watched as one of the girls held out her hand and Blaine placed his mobile into it, smiling bemusedly. The phone was quickly passed around the group before they disappeared, giggling to themselves. Blaine stared at the phone for a few seconds before looking up and catching Kurt's eye, making his way over to join them. "Ladies man, much?" Mercedes commented loudly. "Puck's gonna love you, you managed to get the numbers of three Cheerios without doing anything."
Blaine shrugged. "They just told me they'd heard a lot about Dalton and something about calling me if they wanted a hookup. There's plenty of single guys at Dalton so I figured I could arrange something."
Kurt turned to stare at the other girls. After a moment of silence, they all burst into laughter, Kurt's a lot faker. "Oh honey, you're too precious," Quinn said, the first to regain control. "They wanted a hookup with you."
Kurt watched Blaine's face change rapidly. "Oh… really? Are you sure?" The group nodded as a whole. "I - well, I'll have to disappoint them. I'm sure I can pass their numbers on to Thad or Cameron…"
"Why don't you just delete them?" Kurt blurted out before he could stop himself.
Blaine looked at him, confused. "There's no need to? Plus, if they do call, it's better to know who I'm talking to than have to admit I deleted their numbers. Anyway, now that that's out of the way, it's lovely to see you girls again."
As the three cheerleaders began chatting with Blaine, Kurt swapped a look with Mercedes, who he knew had caught it too. It's like he wants to keep the numbers…
IV.
"I'll just be a minute, yeah?"
Blaine paused as they walked through the door, clearly waiting for some kind of approval. Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. "We both know you'll actually be about half an hour. I'll just go and amuse myself with the piano, okay?"
"You're the best," Blaine said before disappearing off to the guitar section. Kurt allowed the words to float around his head for a few moments, reading far too much into them, before heading towards the piano he always occupied when Blaine needed a 'minute' in the music store. And really, he couldn't say no considering how many times Blaine went shopping with him and hated it.
The quiet sound of strumming was already coming from the guitars and Kurt smiled as he seated himself at the piano, letting his fingers dance softly across the keys. It had been a long time since he had played and he was very rusty but he tapped out the opening notes to River Flows In You before suddenly finding himself restless and needing to pace. Most of it was due to the thoughts that had been in his head for quite some time now, because Blaine had started getting rather flirtatious with him. His comment at the door was one of a string of many comments that seemed to be to either make Kurt feel awkward or make him think that Blaine was interested in him.
If it were true, Kurt would probably be in heaven, but it was the not knowing that was killing him. All he wanted was some kind of outright confirmation that Blaine did feel the same way, but he didn't have the courage to go up to him and just ask.
Kurt realized in his pacing he had just about come full circle, wandering around the back of the guitar department. When he realized he couldn't hear the sound of Blaine playing anymore, but rather his voice talking to someone, he had to investigate.
"… playing for about nine years now."
A girl's voice quickly followed. "That's incredible! Who taught you?"
"I taught myself actually." Ducking around one of the stands, Kurt peeked around the aisle to see Blaine with his back to him, sitting on the stool provided with his guitar of choice resting on his lap. Standing in front of him was a black-haired girl looking just a bit too interested for Kurt's liking.
"Wow! Have you ever thought about teaching lessons?"
Blaine nodded. "I'm considering doing it as a career actually." Kurt smiled, knowing that Blaine wanted more than just a career of teaching guitar but would never quite let himself dream of being a star someday.
"Maybe you need a student to start you off." The girl fumbled in her bag, pulling out a pen and paper and scribbling a note down. Kurt blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. She's not… "If you do feel like getting into teaching, give me a call?"
And Kurt was pretty much fed up. "Blaine?" he called out, getting his friend's attention immediately. "I don't want to rush you but I remembered I need to call Mercedes tonight."
"Oh, of course!" Blaine stood immediately, tucking the piece of paper away. "I'll let you know if I do," he promised the girl before turning towards Kurt.
The girl looked between the two boys and something shifted in her face. Sorry, she mouthed to Kurt before disappearing. Kurt blinked after her before deciding that it was good that at least someone was perceptive because Blaine still didn't have a clue. "So, are you going to teach her?"
Blaine shrugged. "I might… hold on. How long were you standing there?"
Kurt allowed himself a smirk. "Long enough," he said before sauntering away, waiting for Blaine to catch up. If flirting is the game he wants to play, let's bring it.
V.
"… and then Nick winked and Jeff just rolled his eyes and said 'If you're trying to ask me out, you're failing'."
Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes, clutching at his stomach. "No wonder they never talk about how they got together. What happened then?"
Blaine paused for a few moments, clearly trying to get back under control. "Well Jeff basically just asked Nick out at that point, and apparently any time Jeff wants Nick to do something for him, he just brings that up."
"That's priceless!" Kurt deliberated for a second before 'accidentally' leaning against Blaine's shoulder as he laughed. To his delight, Blaine didn't move away or even act like it was unnatural. "So do I have to pretend I don't know this story?"
"Probably best," Blaine agreed. "They don't know I know, but it was right outside my dorm room, I had no choice but to listen."
Kurt rolled his eyes, even though Blaine couldn't see him, and they fell into a comfortable silence. The sound of kids playing on the playground to their right was drifting into Kurt's subconscious, but nowhere loud enough to irritate him. In fact, nothing much could irritate Kurt right now - the sun was shining, he was in a park with Blaine Anderson, he had his head on Blaine's shoulder and everything was peaceful and almost perfect. The almost part being that he and Blaine were still classified as 'just friends' when it was so clear that they saw each other as more. And the more Kurt thought about it, the more he just wanted to lift his head right now and ask Blaine out.
So why don't you?
Kurt blinked a couple of times as the thought cemented in his brain. But it was true - what was stopping him from doing it? The situation was perfect, Blaine was definitely in a good mood if his light humming had anything to say about it…
Okay. I'm going to do it, right now.
Lifting his head, Kurt turned towards Blaine who was staring out across the park, his brow slightly furrowed. "Blaine, I need to -"
"Holy crap!" Blaine was suddenly on his feet, running across the park. Kurt frowned after him for a few seconds before realizing what Blaine had seen - a young teenage girl had just fallen out of a tree from a branch that was at least ten feet high. Kurt quickly ran after him, getting there just as Blaine was kneeling beside her, checking for a pulse. "Call an ambulance, Kurt!"
Kurt pulled out his phone and dialed the number, beginning the process of dealing with emergency services as Blaine tried to get a response out of the girl. He had just hung up with a promise of an ambulance being on its way when the girl finally began to stir. It was only then that Kurt noticed what was wrong with her at the same time she did - her arm was laying next to her at an incredibly awkward angle, clearly broken.
The girl began to cry, Blaine immediately doing everything he could to comfort her. Kurt noticed his hand linked with her uninjured one and pushed away the flash of jealousy he felt. Now is not the time!
"Is anybody here with you?" Blaine asked gently, receiving a shake of the head in reply. "Can we call someone?"
The sound of the siren could be heard and Kurt turned, waving his arms above his head to direct them over. As one paramedic set to work on the girl, the other immediately began to fire off questions to Kurt. "We don't know her, we just saw her fall from up there." He pointed to the branch.
"Her mobile is in her pocket," Blaine added, "but I didn't want to move her to get it out. She told me her dad is at home but she doesn't want to ride alone."
Blaine shot a quick look at Kurt who understood immediately. "I'll get my car and drive over to the hospital to pick you up then?"
"Thanks, Kurt." The paramedics had already gotten the girl onto a stretcher - precautionary, just in case there were other injuries - and Blaine was gestured towards the passenger seat. "I'll see you soon."
Kurt nodded, watching everybody else climb into the ambulance before it pulled out of the park. He gave it another minute before sighing. "So close," he muttered to himself before beginning the walk back to Dalton. As much as he wanted to blame it on Blaine's 'saving people' thing, he knew it just endeared him to the boy even more. And of course he would have done the same thing.
The walk was short and before long, Kurt was in his car on the way to the hospital. He had stopped in at his room to grab a book, knowing what waiting rooms could be like and knowing Blaine wouldn't leave the girl's side until he was sure she was going to be okay. Sure enough, when he pulled up at the hospital, the parking lot was close to full and emergency was packed. Kurt squished himself into a seat between a mother juggling three children and an elderly man with a painful sounding cough, pulled out his book and attempted to read.
The waiting room slowly cleared and finally Kurt heard his name. Looking up he saw Blaine and the girl standing in the doorway with a man who must have been her father. The girl's arm was in a cast and she looked slightly out of it. "Hey, sorry it took awhile, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright."
"It's fine." Kurt raised his book in explanation and Blaine nodded in approval - he had been trying to convince Kurt to read The Princess Bride for a long time after all. "How are you feeling?" he asked the girl.
"Sore," she murmured quietly. "Thank you," she added as an afterthought.
"Yes, you're the boy who called the ambulance?" Kurt nodded towards the girls father. "Thank you for helping out my daughter. And Blaine," he continued before Kurt could comment, beginning to dig around in his pocket, "let me get your number. I'm sure when Sofia is feeling up to it, she'd love to call and thank you."
Kurt blinked a couple of times before turning to Blaine who looked slightly unnerved, clearly having caught the emphasis in the sentence also. But he obligingly wrote down his number and took the girls number in turn before the two made their way out of the hospital. As soon as they were gone, Kurt shot another look at Blaine who was looking at the number, slightly shocked. "Did he just try to set me up with his daughter?"
"I think so." Kurt slipped an arm through Blaine's before he could think about it. "Come on Casanova, let's get back to Dalton. There's something I want to talk to you about."
I.
Kurt finished fixing his hair, smiling at his reflection as it obeyed and styled to perfection. Tonight was his first proper date with Blaine and he wanted to look perfect. After all, they weren't going for coffee or anything this time. This time it was a date-date. A 'we-might-become-boyfriends-after-this-if-all-goes-well' date. And Kurt could barely keep from squealing.
"Is this the part where I validate you by telling you that you look hot?"
Kurt turned away from his mirror, facing Wes who was lounging on his bed. "I already know how good I look, thanks," he said, trying to keep his usual attitude in place. But even he could tell that his anxiety was getting the better of him.
Wes smirked. "You're nervous," he stated.
"Just a little," Kurt admitted quietly. "This... this means something, Wes."
"Yes, it does. It means you two will finally stop pining over each other to me and be a couple. So only positive things." Wes sat up, his smirk dying a little. "Look, Blaine's crazy about you. Just be yourself and the whole thing will go great."
Kurt nodded, letting out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "Okay. I'm calm." He offered Wes a confident smile who shook his head, smiling as he returned to his study. "I'm totally calm." He then proceeded to ruin that image by squealing as a knock came on the door. Wes slowly turned towards him, raising an eyebrow and clearly trying not to laugh. "Shut up," Kurt muttered, grabbing his bag and almost running to the door.
"Hey," Wes called after him and Kurt paused, his hand on the doorknob. "Breathe."
Right. Kurt took a deep breath before opening the door. Even though he knew Blaine was going to be the one standing outside, his heart still skipped a beat when he saw his friend. Blaine was dressed casually and Kurt's jaw almost dropped when he realized that Blaine was wearing one of the outfits Kurt had picked when they went shopping. "Hi," he murmured, unable to find any other words.
To his delight, Blaine seemed to be in exactly the same state. "Hey," he said quietly. "You ... you look great."
"I - thank you." Kurt immediately cursed his complexion as he felt the blush begin to form. "So do you."
And it was true. Blaine had gone easy on the gel for once, leaving noticeable curls that were tamed into place instead of his usual rock-hard gelled look. Kurt immediately found himself wondering how it would look without any gel at all... and then had to shake himself back to reality when he realized Blaine was holding out an arm, which he took happily. "So where are we going?"
"I know a place."
Blaine refused to say any more on the subject. Instead the half hour drive it took to get there was spent just as any other time the two were together had been spent - talking, their usual mock-arguments over radio stations and songs, and all the things Kurt was already so comfortable with. He had completely forgotten it was an actual date until Blaine pulled up outside a small restaurant that Kurt had never seen before. Suddenly the sight of the romantic looking building brought Kurt's nerves back full-force, and his hands were shaking as he climbed out of the car.
Blaine noticed the second he took Kurt's hand, which only made it shake more. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Kurt let out a shaky breath. "Nothing. Just... I've never done this before," he admitted, trying to keep his embarrassment out of his voice.
"Neither have I, you know that." Blaine smiled at him, helping quell his nerves. "We're doing this together, okay? Things haven't been awkward between us before, let's not start now."
Kurt nodded. "Okay," he agreed quietly. Blaine squeezed his hand again and the last of his nerves disappeared. It was just him and Blaine after all.
To his delight, the dinner went off without a hitch. The nerves didn't make a reappearance, the conversation was light and easy and everything was just as easy as it had been when they were 'just friends'. And the fact that they weren't just friends now made the whole night even better.
But of course nothing could ever be perfect. As Blaine was picking up the tab - despite Kurt's insistence that he didn't have to pay - Kurt noticed the girl behind the counter checking him out and groaned inwardly. Please, not tonight.
When they made it out the door without any incidents, Kurt let out a sigh of relief which Blaine noticed. "Everything alright?"
"Absolutely," Kurt replied truthfully. "Tonight was perfect, thank you."
Blaine turned to face him, taking both of his hands. "I'm glad you had a good night. I was actually so afraid that something would happen and things would go wrong and -"
"Excuse me!"
Oh, please no!
Blaine, ever the gentleman, turned to the girl with a polite smile. "What can I do for you?"
"You left your change," the girl said, apparently oblivious to their linked hands as she sidled up as close to Blaine as possible, pushing a couple of coins and a piece of paper into his hand. "I also left you a little something, just in case you wanted to have a proper date next time and -"
Kurt snapped.
Without saying a word, he yanked on Blaine's hands before grabbing him by the face and pulling him in for a kiss. It wasn't sweet or soft or gentle or anything like he had imagined his first kiss to be, but there was something about it that made it more than just proving a point. He was kissing Blaine for the first time, and it was amazing… but of course they still had to discuss what had just happened.
Pulling back, Kurt shot the girl a frosty glare. "I'm sorry but he already has a proper date. Now if you'll excuse us?" Without waiting for a response, he took Blaine's hand and led him away from the girl who was staring at them, clearly unable to process what she had just seen. As soon as they were far enough away, Kurt turned to Blaine who also looked stunned. "Blaine, I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help it, they flirt with you all the time and now that you actually want to be with me I couldn't handle it -"
This time, Kurt was the one being cut off as Blaine's lips covered his again. Except now it was that soft and sweet moment he had imagined for so long and - to put it simply - he melted, and almost whimpered when Blaine pulled away. "I'm glad," he said simply.
Kurt frowned. "Glad?"
"Glad they made you jealous," Blaine clarified. "If they hadn't, we might have skirted around each other for months before letting ourselves do that."
Grudgingly, Kurt agreed that he had a point. "Just do me a favor, okay?" he asked as they made their way over to Blaine's car.
"Anything."
Kurt smirked. "Throw out their numbers. You're mine."
Possessive!Kurt is beautiful :)
MusicalEscape:
"Ethan, do you want your Diet Coke?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Can I have it, pleeeeeaaase?"
"No."
"I might have left some highly flammable gel next to your statue of that dancing banana with the top hat and baguette..."
"Take it." *runs off*