A/N: And again! This one's for my friend Jahna : )

I hope it's close to the prompt you wanted! I tried to switch it up a little from what your main one usually is!

Thank you for reading!

"You adorable, bumbling idiot."

"Oh, shut up, Kurt."

"I'm honestly impressed. Really, I have. Falling not only down the escalator but then tumbling into the Auntie Annie's ten feet away is impressive."

"I said shut up."

"Aw," says Kurt, offering a hand to his entirely klutzy boyfriend, "I'm sorry, love."

Blaine's heart swells as he thinks of that last word. Love. He was proud of himself for actually saying what he'd been thinking that day– that he got it out. It was natural – he'd felt it for ages, but it was like he had just identified it at that moment. There was a brief half second of bewildered silence from Kurt that Blaine hadn't been able to figure out if it was surprised and happy or surprised and annoyed, but that all passed once they left the coffee shop. Blaine smiles bigger as the memory of how fiercely and passionately Kurt had kissed him when they got to Kurt's house that day hit him. Oh, how nice last weekend had been once Kurt had returned.

"Daydreaming?" Kurt asked as he took Blaine's hand.

Blaine squeezed the soft hand in his palm and nodded. "Only about the best thing I could come up with," he says quietly.

"So singing hypersexual songs to a GAP employee, right?" For a brief moment, Blaine's worried, but the tone and the snarky smirk playing on Kurt's lips tells him he didn't need to be.

"You're horrible, you know that?" says Blaine, bumping Kurt slightly with his shoulder.

"Yes, a true villain, is this the part where you rescue the princess from the horrid confines of my dungeon?"

"Who'd the princess be?" Blaine asks. "Finn?"

Kurt bursts into laughter. "Yes, in a frilly pink tutu. OH! And we could put him in a pair of heels too!"

"Like they'd fit his Sasquatch feet."

"Very true."

The two walk in a pleasant silence for a few more moments, until Kurt says, "I'm hungry. Or thirsty. Something. Can we go to the food court?"

Blaine nods. "I'm thinking Subway?"

"I don't know," says Kurt, "I was thinking about going back to Auntie Annie's, since you so kindly slammed – "

"You're so mean to me," says Blaine with a playful shove. However, neither of them noticed the puddle of Orange Julius on the floor in front of Kurt's feet.

Blaine did notice once Kurt started to fall and pulled Blaine down with him.

"THESE WERE NEW!" shrieked Kurt, garnering the two of them some bewildered stares. "And my butt hurts," moaned Kurt under his breath. "No, you are not allowed to comment on how gay I just sounded. Because I noticed it too and decided that I am probably the most perverted little virgin on the planet."

Blaine shrugs. "Apparently so, seeing as I didn't really even notice the innuendo until you pointed it out."

Blaine holds out a hand for Kurt to grab. Kurt stands up and frowns. "And the one day I choose to wear white pants."

"I know," says Blaine, forcing his eyes away from Kurt's ass in the pants, "quite the shame."

"Are you checking me out?" Kurt asks, taking Blaine's hand again as the two walk out of the mall to Kurt's car.

"Maybe." The grin on Blaine's face is unapologetic and Kurt mirrors it as he shakes his head.

"You're so weird."

"I'm not the one who fell in a puddle of Orange Julius."

"No, but you did crash into a pretzel stand."

"Fair enough."

When they reached the car, Kurt sits in the car and winces. "Ugh," muttered Kurt. "I think my butt's bruised. That hurt. I'm forever cursing Orange Julius."

"I can't believe how fast you went down though," Blaine comments. "Seriously, I was on the ground before I even realized what happened to you and YOU are the one that fell."

"Apparently I'm just good at ruining my own clothes."

"At least I didn't bruise myself or ruin my lovely jeans. I remain pristine and undamaged."

Blaine's not sure, but as Kurt starts to blast the new Lady Gaga, he can swear he hears Kurt say, "pristine my ass."