"I just don't think this store is really…me," Blaine said, pawing through a rack of clothing. The boys were spending the afternoon shopping on a street of high-end stores. Kurt loved stores like this: looking at the clothes that he only splurged on when there was a special occasion. Blaine on the other hand was happy shopping at JC Penney.
"Oh come on, you'd look great in this!" Kurt said, holding a red turtleneck sweater with one side of it entirely cut out up in front of Blaine.
"Don't you have this in white?" Blaine asked.
"…that's not the point," Kurt replied, shoving it back onto the rack. Blaine sighed.
"Are you getting anything?" he asked.
"I was thinking of trying on a couple pairs of jeans," Kurt replied, but Blaine's mind was clearly somewhere else, as his eyes were not on Kurt's. "Something wrong?" Kurt asked. Blaine casually crept closer to Kurt.
"That guy's been staring at us for about ten minutes," Blaine said, referring to a rather tall man that looked about five years older than them only a few feet away.
"He's probably just wondering why two high school kids are in here. Now, I'm going to try these on. I'll only be a few minutes," Kurt said, going into one of the fitting rooms. Blaine took a seat on the plush couch and waited for Kurt. A few minutes later, Kurt emerged wearing a pair of silver jeans. "What do you think about these?" Kurt asked. The pants were rather tight (and flattering) on Kurt.
"They're nice," Blaine replied. The man Blaine had been worried about whistled flirtatiously from across the store. Kurt blushed with embarrassment and Blaine blushed with rage. "Hey, back off, creep. He's taken" Blaine said.
"Ooh, feisty. You know, I can change that," the man said, coming closer to them. Kurt's eyes got wide with fear when he realized how much bigger the man was then both of them.
"I'm not scared of you. I said, back off!" Blaine said, stepping in front of Kurt.
"Excuse me sir, but you're going to have to leave now," the sales lady said, stepping between Blaine and the man. The man shot them a death glare and stomped out of the store. "Sorry about him, boys. Continue your shopping. I like those jeans," the lady said, returning to the desk.
"Thanks Blaine," Kurt said.
"Hey, anything for you, but you should really be thanking the sales lady," Blaine said with a laugh, pecking Kurt on the lips. Kurt paid for his jeans and the boys moved onto the next store.