Day 18: Mine
Although no stranger to the shopping experience, Kurt felt a tad out of his element in the giant toy store. It was rather overwhelming, with the Christmas music blaring and display items beckoning from every direction – video games here, musical instruments there, a talking doll across from a beeping and buzzing robot. It was a lot, and that was before all the shoppers were taken into consideration.
"Mine!" a tiny voice shouted. "Mine! Mine!"
Just down the aisle, Kurt saw a toddler of no more than three, he guessed (kids weren't exactly his forte), clinging to a stuffed animal. A woman, presumably the child's mother, was attempting to extract the toy from the little boy's grasp, but her efforts only resulted in further protestations. "MINE!" The woman picked up the boy, stuffed toy and all, and exited the aisle.
"Glad I'm not her," a voice suddenly sounded in Kurt's ear, startling him. He turned to find a man standing very close beside him, a wry smirk on his face. "I mean, kids will be kids. I'm sure yours do that once in a while, too" he continued.
Kurt narrowed his eyes, sensing that the man was making more than idle conversation. "I don't actually have any children," he replied, taking a half step back.
"Pity," the man continued, openly looking Kurt up and down. "I bet it'd be fun trying to make one with you."
Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock at the man's forwardness in a toy store surrounded by children, of all places. Before he could say something that would likely get both of them thrown out, he felt a hand on his low back and a warm presence at his side.
"Sorry I was gone so long. The clerk had to search two different stock areas to find this, but we got the last one," Blaine announced, holding a box in his hand. He turned his attention to the stranger who now had a disappointed expression on his face. "Who's your friend?" Blaine inquired with a bright smile.
"Oh, I was just asking your boyfriend," the man started.
"Husband," Kurt interrupted.
"Oh, um, husband," the man stumbled on, "I was asking him a question. I'll just, uh, yeah." The man quickly and awkwardly rushed off in the opposite direction.
Kurt huffed. "The audacity of that man," he complained.
"I know, I heard," Blaine answered. "What a jerk. I know you could have handled that yourself, but I feared a classic Kurt Hummel-Anderson takedown would be a bit traumatic for the little ones," he chuckled.
Kurt laughed, shaking off the anger quickly. "I guess I should be grateful for your little display of possessiveness?" Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's arm, which was still wrapped around him.
"MINE!" a tiny voice rose over the din of the store.
"My thoughts exactly," Blaine said, kissing Kurt on the cheek and squeezing him tightly.
