doonarose:

Title: Innate

Rating: PG-13 (one bad word)

Spoilers: None for anything. Nothing to do with anything. Except Kurt and Blaine are dating…OMG.

Summary: Fluffilicious fic about Kurt and Blaine at the mall. There is a child involved.

Words: 1200

A/N: Oh my god fluff overload. Seriously. Soon. I will return to dirty sex. I have to. But this just demanded to be written. Thank you muchly to Lilith for reading and titling at the last minute as I poked at her via iChat. 

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They’re at the mall. No real point to the Sunday afternoon. Just a lazy day out because it can’t all be getting off together—hands and mouths and bodies—on Blaine’s bed and then lying naked and talking for hours. It can’t, Kurt says, so sometimes they go out. Being a part of society, Kurt says.

So they go to the mall and spend a few hours trying on clothes. Kurt turns his nose up more often than not but Blaine finds new socks and a new cardigan and then they get lost in the Broadway section of the music shop. They pick up some things for dinner because they’ve promised to cook for Finn and Rachel, Burt and Carole, and then they’re walking back towards the escalator, ready to go home and spend at least an hour in Kurt’s room not getting off because Burt is home so their clothes stay on.

Mostly.

The mall is busy and they get stuck behind someone moving too slowly to get on the escalator. A mom with too many bags and looking frazzled and then they’re on behind her and Kurt’s looking around to his boyfriend, about to ask some inane question just because he likes listening to him talk.

But Blaine’s walking back up the moving stairs and Kurt’s about to ask why but he doesn’t get to. He watches it play out with wide eyes and a faint smile.

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