Jan. 17, 2013, 4:32 a.m.
Blaine's a little jealous: Stay away mr. Flirty
K - Words: 363 - Last Updated: Jan 17, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 2/? - Created: Jan 17, 2013 - Updated: Jan 17, 2013 328 0 0 0 0
'Nahah, Blaine. Not gonna happen. That pants is waaaay to short and pink.' Blaine looked at me with big eyes. 'But I love pink and short Kurt.' Ugh, I love him but he has the fashion style of a stone. And I honestly don't think stones even know about fashion at all. 'No no no. I am sorry hon, but we're not ganna buy that.' Blaine looked like a little child that didn't get his candy, I was waiting for him to go stamp his feet. But instead I heard a voice behind me. 'Maybe I can help you, beautfiul?' I turned around with raised eyebrows. 'What did you say?' I asked confused, when I saw a really handsome guy in front of me. 'I asked if I can help you, beautiful eyes.' I stared at him with open mouth. Blaine took a few steps so he was right in front with the guy. 'What the hell is wrong with you? He is my boyfriend.' Blaine said, his voice filled with anger. 'Let's see if he is still your boyfriend after he spends the night with me.' He smirked, while winking at me. Blaine looked like he could explode any moment. Blaine pushed the guy agains't his shoulders. 'Do you want to fight with me, little kid? Maybe you should use less gell, or do you want to look like a 4-years old child?' He said with a smile. 'You don't want to know what I can do to you if you keep flirting with my boyfriend.' Blaine was really angry right now. 'I'm sorry, I can't fight with a little kid. Fight with me when you are growen up' He laughed at Blaine. 'See you around babe.' He winked at me, and with that he walked out of the store. I walked to Blaine. 'Are you...' Before I could finish my sentence, Blaine pushed me in a change room. 'Blaine what the hell are you doing?' I asked confused. Blaine didn't response, he only kissed me. He kissed my rough. I felt his erection agains't my leg. I kissed him back, god this was so good. 'You are mine Kurt, only mine.'