A/N: Hey look, something semi-regular. This is just a happy little crack-fic :)

Rating can stay at G, this is pretty friendly.

"Kurt…" Blaine whispered, glancing around with wide eyes. "I think we're lost."

Kurt frowned in disbelief, eying their whereabouts. "This store is bigger than I thought it was…."

He turned in a circle, frowning in thought. It shouldn't be that hard to navigate a store.

"Where are we?" Blaine said softly.

"Well, we're in the bed section…" Kurt looked around – they were pretty much surrounded by different types of beds.

"Well done." Blaine said with a raised eyebrow and Kurt hit him on the shoulder.

"Screw you, genius." He laughed. "You find a way out."

Blaine stuck his tongue out, turning in a small circle before his eyes fell on something on the wall.

"Hey! A map!'

Kurt laughed and followed Blaine over, who was practically skipping. Blaine crowded it, frowning and squinting and turning around to survey their surroundings, before turning to Kurt with a worried look.

"This place is so giant, even the maps don't make sense!"

Kurt was still studying the map carefully.

"Calm down Blaine." he told him, taking his hand. "We'll just follow the paths until we find the door... or we find someone who can show us how to get out. Okay?"

Blaine nodded his assent, but clung close to Kurt as they started walking again.

"I don't like this place." he whispered petulantly. "It's... evil. It swallows people up and you never see them again."

Kurt laughed, shaking his head fondly.

They had started this trip with the intent on buying new furniture – comfortable yet classy.

It wasn't the easiest feat.

So far, they hadn't found anything that had met the standards of both boys, so they went exploring.

Thus, they got lost.

"Seriously though." Kurt muttered, mostly to himself. "The warehouse didn't look this big from the outside."

"Sneaky TARDIS…" Blaine uttered.

The store in front of them resembled a ghost town – they couldn't see any staff.

"Seriously Kurt, I think we're lost." Blaine murmured, clinging to his side. "We've gone past tables, chairs, kitchen things, and now we're back at the beds, and we still haven't seen an exit."

"Calm down Blaine." Kurt soothed.

"Kurt, what happens if we're still here when they close, and they don't know we're here, so we get locked in all night?" Blaine asked, panicking a little.

"Blaine, they sell beds here. I'm sure we could find somewhere to sleep... And I'm certain we'll find our way out long before then." Kurt reassured him, still looking around for an exit.

Blaine didn't look so sure, finally spotting another person.

"Kurt! Person!" he made to head over, but stopped in his tracks. "What if it's a murderer?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, dragging Blaine forward. "It's in a uniform, Blaine. It's not a murderer…"

Blaine still looked suspicious. "Alien staff…"

Kurt approached the person, clearing his throat.

The woman turned – perfectly normal looking and not alien-looking. "Hi there. Can I help you boys?"

"Yeah…we were just wondering how to get out…" Kurt said sheepishly, grinning.

"Oh!" the woman laughed, shaking her head. "We get that all the time. It's just…" she turned, pointing to the far wall, near the beds. "Behind the back wall. It's really tricky to see – we should really get a sign…"

Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course.

Blaine looked desperate to leave, and the woman gave him a laugh. "If you boys get stuck again, just come talk to me. Do you need anything else?"

"No thanks." Kurt grinned. "See you later…"

"Bye! Come again soon!"

Kurt turned, facing the exact way she said. He didn't want to risk getting lost again. Blaine followed him closely, and Kurt shook his head. It was almost like this place was doing things to him.

They headed to the wall, and Kurt looked around for the exit. "Umm…"

Blaine looked scared again. "Where the hell is the door?"

Kurt ran his hands over the wall, confusion etched on his face. "I don't…"

"Look, I'll…I'll go find the chick, okay"

Kurt nodded. "I'll stay here." He was still running his hands along the wall, not understanding why he couldn't find the exit.

Blaine took a breath and turned around, trying to figure out exactly where they found the chick before. A few turns later, he was regretting this already. He had no idea where he was going.

He turned, but he couldn't see the bed section, and he started to panic. Where the hell was he?

Sinks.

Ovens.

Okay. Kitchen. This was good.

He found another map – conveniently on another wall, and found where he was. "Kitchen…kitchen…aha!"

This place was confusing.

"Sir…can I help you?" it was a male this time, and Blaine eyed him suspiciously. Alien or friendly staff?

"Um. I'm trying to find my way out."

The guy gave him a raised eyebrow and a laugh. "Alright. Come on."

Blaine thanked him, following him through the store.

"Okay, exit's right here." They were standing in front of the exit doors. In the bathroom section.

"Uhh…is there an exit in the beds section?"

The man snorted. "No…"

Blaine's eyes narrowed. That female staff was an alien. That liar.

"Could you take me to the bed section? My boyfriend is there, trying to find the exit."

The man laughed and nodded, shaking his head in amusement. "Come on."

They walked through the store, and Blaine didn't even try to pretend he knew where he was. He just followed the staff worker blindly, until they finally ended up in the bed sections.

"Kurt?" Blaine called, leaning up on his tiptoes to look around.

Oh god. What if the store had stolen Kurt?

"Over here!" Kurt called, and they found him sitting on one of the beds, looking mildly panicked.

Blaine let out a relieved breath.

"Next time you come here, you should find a staff member before you attempt to navigate your way around." The staff muttered with an amused grin. "Come on, I'll show you out."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, clenching it tightly.

"Never again. We're getting our furniture somewhere else…"