A/N: :D

Blaine glanced at his watch, double checking the time. Kurt had started work two hours ago. Blaine smirked, an evil look in his eyes. Perfect.

He called to his parents that he was leaving – not that they cared – and headed to his car, sliding in and turning on the engine.

He was slightly nervous.

The drive was short, and soon he was pulling into the parking lot. Pulling his bag over his shoulder, sliding sunglasses over his eyes and putting his hood up, he stepped into the department store and quickly scanned for Kurt.

There. He was dressing a mannequin. Grinning slightly, he browsed the racks a couple of metres away.

"Are you a designer?" he asked, his voice rough and low.

Kurt almost jumped, turning and spotting Blaine. He didn't recognise him.

"Um. No." Kurt said softly. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Are you the only one on staff?"

Kurt nodded slightly. "There'll be more people in about half an hour."

Blaine grinned and advanced towards Kurt, and the boy's eyes widened.

"I love you." Blaine let his voice return to normal.

Kurt still didn't recognise him, but his eyes glinted with the faint familiarity.

"Uhh…"

"You don't love me?" Blaine grinned, and finally it clicked. Kurt's eyes widened and he pushed Blaine away.

"You dick." Kurt hissed. "You scared me for a second there."

Blaine laughed.

"I know." He teased. "That was kind of the point."

Kurt glared at him, glancing up nervously as his manager entered.

"Kurt? Where are you?" he called loudly, and Kurt glared at Blaine again.

"Go home." He whispered furiously. "I'm here!" he called to his manager.

"Bye." Blaine grinned. "See you this afternoon."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, watching as Blaine left the store.

He spent the rest of the shift planning his payback. There was no way he was letting Blaine get away with this.

^.^

Blaine didn't work for another week and a half, and Kurt spent most of his free time revising and refining his plans.

Finally, the time came when Kurt could execute said plan.

Blaine went to work, and Kurt quickly got dressed, praying to god that Burt, Finn or Carole wouldn't come home. He didn't really know how he would explain it to them if they did. Thankfully, nobody decided to knock on his door, and he exited the house and got into his car.

With a glance in the mirror, he grinned.

He was hot.

^.^

Blaine rolled his shoulders slightly as he delivered the fourth coffee of his shift. Nobody seemed to want anything exciting today. He gave a little sigh, turning around as the bell on the door rung out clear.

"Welcome!" he called through the store, where a young teenage girl strode in, flicking her hips in a way that made Blaine blush.

He cursed himself and looked away, heading behind the counter. She strode up to him, leaning over the counter and Blaine tried not to stare at her gaping shirt.

"Hey gorgeous." Kurt grinned, sweeping the fringe on his wig up a little so he could see Blaine's stunned expression.

He didn't recognise him at all - he had to strain his voice to make it a little higher - a little more melodic, but it was worth it. He wasn't sure whether to be offended or complimented when Blaine actually stuttered.

"M-morning." Blaine grinned awkwardly. "What can I get for you today?"

"Mmm...how about..." Kurt pretended to glance over the menu's. "You."

Blaine blinked, taken aback at 'her' forwardness.

"Um, sorry...I've...I've got a boyfriend."

Kurt gave him a pretty smile. "Honey, I've got a boyfriend too. But what they don't know can't hurt them..." he purred.

Blaine frowned, grounding himself. "No, thank you. You're very pretty, but no."

Kurt smirked, shrugging and ordering - still keeping up the act. Blaine took his order and pointed him to a table. Kurt turned, and strutted so much it actually hurt his hips, before turning around to catch Blaine's eye, who was definitely just staring at his ass. Blaine tried to look nonchalant, but he was obviously uncomfortable as he rushed around the kitchen. Finally, he took the steaming mug of coffee to Kurt, who thanked him, raking his figure unashamedly. Blaine was left blushing, walking back to the counter.

Kurt found himself grinning smugly as he sipped his coffee, watching Blaine mill around with interest.

When Blaine picked up cleaning supplies and headed for the girl's bathroom, Kurt perked up, his eyes widening. It was almost comical, as if a light-bulb went off in his head. He stood up and glanced around the shop - there was one man in the corner reading a newspaper, so Kurt hurriedly followed Blaine into the bathroom.

Blaine was bent over a sink, and with a wicked grin, Kurt grabbed his hips and started grinding into his ass.

"What the fu-" Blaine shrieked, but Kurt turned him and kissed him, and suddenly Blaine recognised him.

Almost immediately, Blaine pulled back, because he wasn't entirely sure.

"Kurt?"

Kurt grinned, sliding his wig off.

"Holy mother of god." Blaine whispered. "You... You're a... Kurt?"

Kurt grinned at him, leaning forward to peck his lips before putting the wig back on, glancing in the mirror as he re-adjusted it, fixing his lip gloss, and winking at Blaine.

"You started it." he reminded him in his normal voice before strutting back out of the bathroom. Kurt glanced back over his shoulder as he left - Blaine was still gaping at him, his eyes slightly narrowed. Kurt grinned. This was definitely war.

^.^

Blaine was shaken for the rest of his shift - Kurt had dressed up as a girl. And, he didn't know if it was better or worse, but Kurt made a pretty hot girl.

Blaine shook his head firmly, glaring at the coffee cup in front of him. This meant war. Blaine grinned suddenly. Kurt's next shift was in two days.

"Better get planning..." he whispered to himself, and his co-worker shot him a confused glance.

"Pardon?" she asked.

"Nothing." Blaine grinned. "Actually, I need some ideas..."

^.^

Their war waged on for a while – their pranks got silly, some were clever and some were just plain stupid, and they were almost caught when they realised that they really needed to talk about it.

"Honestly…this needs to stop." Kurt said softly, sitting in the Lima Bean.

Blaine frowned. "What needs to stop?"

"The pranking at work. If my manager catches me, I'll get fired." Kurt laughed.

"Ridiculous. He loves you."

Well, Kurt couldn't deny that – he was a loyal worker, and his manager had only caught him goofing off a couple of times.

"But still." Kurt said softly. "We're getting dangerous."

It was true – just last week Blaine had staged a fake hold-up with the other Warblers. Jeff had accidentally let the cat out of the bag when he started asphyxiating in the balaclava, and Kurt had thanked whoever was up there that his manager hadn't been there to see that.

Blaine nodded seriously. "Alright. Only safe, funny ones."

Kurt chuckled. "No. They have to stop."

Blaine pouted, but he understood where Kurt was coming from.

"Alright. They stop."

Kurt nodded, taking a sip of coffee to hide his grin.

At least now he had the element of surprise…