Black!Klaine. This was a… very interesting prompt that I couldn't put in #200, but I didn't give it up because it's hilarious.

Before we begin, I'll just have you know that I'm not racist- this is purely a joke and I do not mean to offend. If you were offended, I'm sorry- message me and I'll change the offending part.

Also, Blaine is a little… well, this is kinda slipping into the badboy!Blaine territory, but he has a heart of gold ,we all know him.

Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening. But it is. Here we go!

Missed My Train for You

Kurt was rushing, as usual. He hated living so far away from a subway station- his mornings just constantly sucked.

He knew it was a bad choice to rent an apartment in one of the 'blacker' neighborhoods, but he really didn't couldn't afford anywhere else. You make-do.

That didn't mean walking near the group of men- all of whom were chain smoking- was an enjoyable experience.

"Hey there, hot stuff!" one of them called. Kurt didn't stop walking, but apparently this douche was more desperate than the others, because he ran after him and gripped his hand.

"Ew, get away from me!" he freed his hand, a little more forcefully than required. Thank god I still have the pepper spray dad gave me.

"C'mon, honey, it ain't no secret you gay. And damn, your ass is fine."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fuck you."

"Sure, baby," his smug face was so annoying Kurt wanted to slap him.

He started walking again, but the guy followed him like a stubborn dog. Once they turned around a corner, the man leaned closer to Kurt and whispered, "Listen, man, I'm sorry. They wouldn't leave me alone, and, you know how it is, I've got some reputation to keep."

Kurt kept walking, shrugging. "Fine. You can leave now, go back to them."

"I don't want to."

"Then don't. What do you want from me?" Kurt's tone was deadly- he was really, really late, and his boss (who was a little racist anyway) was going to kill him.

"Your number, at least."

Kurt groaned. "And why on earth would I give you my number?"

"Because I asked nicely, because I'm also gay, and because I like you."

"First of all, you did not ask nicely-"

"I am now," he pleaded.

"And second of all, I don't even know your name!"

"Blaine. My name's Blaine Anderson."

Kurt looked at him, eyes narrowing. "You know what, Blaine Anderson?" he finally stopped walking. Blaine was panting from running after him. "Fine." He pulled a cellphone out of his pocket. "Your number?"

Blaine quickly spilled it out, and added, "Please let me make it up to you?"

Kurt saved the contact and shoved the phone back in his pocket. Then he leaned close to Blaine and whispered, in his most deadly voice, "If you think you can play games with me, make me fall for you and break my heart, I'm telling you now not to dare. I can get you in some deep trouble if you hurt me, as well as your little friends. So do. Not. Dare."

Blaine inhaled deeply- and planted his lips onto Kurt's. It was quick and hot as an open flame, and although it couldn't have lasted for more than a second, it left Kurt breathless.

"I won't."