#blainevines

“You are aware that you’re an eighteen year old, right?” Kurt said as Blaine pouted, giving Kurt those eyes that just made Kurt’s heart melt and gave him the inability to say no.

“But Kurt. What’s going to happen when you’re in New York and I’m here? I could be cuddling with my own very Kurt.”

“I will not be compared to a bear, Blaine,” Kurt says as he places his hands on his hips. “I just want a pretzel, that’s all I want and then we can go get whatever you want.”

Blaine doesn’t give in so easily though as he ducks his head slightly so he’s gazing up at Kurt from behind his eyelashes, going in close to Kurt so Blaine can take his hands.

“Pwese?” Blaine asks, batting his eyelashes, jutting his lower lip out even more.

Kurt rolls his eyes fondly and sighs. “I guess. But you owe me a pretzel, mister.”

Blaine practically beams, but being mindful of the other shoppers, squeezes Kurt’s hand instead of kissing his lips. That, he can save when they are in the car.

“Come on then!” Blaine says as he drags Kurt through the crowds of people until they are in the store.

“Welcome to Build-a-Bear Workshop. Have you been here before?” the greeter asks kindly.

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Thank you,” Blaine says with a nod and an extra wide smile as he takes Kurt over to the wall of bears. “We can pick any one we want, Kurt. How cool is that?”

Kurt only nods, refusing to let the grin playing on his lips go as he watches Blaine go up and down the wall, trying to decide on the perfect one. Kurt can’t help but compare him to the elementary school child who is doing the same.

Blaine picks up a simple brown one, telling Kurt, “It’s the same color as your hair.”

Kurt giggles and just nods in agreement.

“How about we make one for each other? Like, you can make this one, and I’ll make this black one.”

“That is actually a really good idea. Alright, you go ahead, I’m going to go… over here.”

As Blaine walks over to get his bear fluffed, he can’t help but look at a child who is playing with the different sounds, and makes a last minute decision, asking one of the workers how to make a recorded sound.

When Kurt joins Blaine again, Blaine has somehow found mustard colored pants, a white sweater and a bowtie, fitting it around his bear.

“You can pick out any outfit you want. I’m going to go register mini Blaine here,” Blaine says as he sees Kurt is standing there.

It doesn’t take too long to find an acceptable outfit for his “mini Kurt” and soon Kurt has paid for the bears and they are walking out of the store, their bears in the mini houses.

“I want you to look at something really quick,” Kurt says, stopping Blaine in his tracks.

“I thought you wanted a pretzel.”

Kurt smiles lovingly at the man in front of him and shakes his head. “That can wait. Here.”

Kurt hands the brown bear over to Blaine and says, “Squeeze his paw.”

Blaine does and a voice that sounds just like Kurt’s says, “I love you so much, Blaine.”

When Blaine looks up at Kurt again, there are unshed tears in his eyes, a smile on his lips.

“When I’m in New York, when it’s too late to call, you can always be reminded that I love you so much. And that will never change.”

Blaine fights the urge to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and kiss him long and hard, settling on placing his hand on Kurt’s bicep and squeezing gently.