Hey everyone,

Here's another Klaine adventure, and for some reason Sue decided to join in on the fun :D

I don't own glee…I'm working on it though.

R&R

Love and Rainbows-Chapter 8

"That will be $10.25." Kurt watched as Blaine dug out the money from his pants pocket, and handed him the popcorn and drinks.

"Keep the change," he said with a smile.

"Wow, going to the movies is getting horrendous these days," whispered Kurt when they had found seats in the back of the theatre.

Blaine grinned, "It is a little pricey, I know."

Halfway through the movie, a movement on his right caught Kurt's eye. He turned his head slowly, and peered through the blackness to see Sue two rows down, throwing popcorn in the air, and catching it in her mouth.

"What's up?" Blaine asked, leaning into Kurt.

"I think that's Sue."

They craned their necks, trying to get a better glance, but there was no mistaking her for another woman; especially when they took in her bright orange tracksuit. Did she make those things or something? Kurt almost felt bad for her lack of fashion sense, and shivered involuntarily at the thought of ever wearing something like that.

They ignored her, getting lost in the middle of the movie, but after ten minutes, there was another disturbance.

Movie forgotten, they turned to watch a young woman speaking in hushed tones with Sue. They could tell the argument was getting heated, and just when they thought it might be dying down, Sue grabbed her soda, took off the plastic top, and dumped it's contents onto the other woman's head.

Kurt gasped, Blaine winced, and some members of the audience began to leave, their disappointed voices ringing out over the movie.

"I can't even enjoy a day out without some pig head coming in and ruining my afternoon. You should be ashamed of yourself for creating such a disturbance." The shocked woman grabbed the child that was clinging to her arm, and flew to the exit in a hurry. Sue stood, staring after her, and then turned to face the few people actually left in the theatre. "What are you looking at?" She asked, taunting a teenage boy sitting with his friends.

The boy turned chalk white, and waited until she sat back down to sip his drink. "Can't get any peace whatsoever." She continued mumbling to herself, lifting her legs to settle them over the seat in front of her, and went back to popping popcorn in her mouth. There was a shushing sound from the back, but whoever made it was cut off as Sue threw death glance in their direction.

"Let's get out of here," Blaine whispered. Kurt nodded, and they quickly walked down the aisle with their heads down, their attention on the red exit sign a few feet away.

"Porcelain?" A voice called behind them.

Kurt closed his eyes and paused, "Porcelain's not here right now, leave a message," he exclaimed.

Blaine stared at him incredulously before pushing him towards the doors and walking out into the lobby.

They hurried, hand in hand out the door to Blaine's car, the sun leaning on their backs. "What was that?" Blaine asked, as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"What was what?"

"'Porcelain's not here right now, leave a message?'"

Kurt blinked a few times, "Oh, I just didn't feel like talking to her. She isn't the most agreeable person, if you couldn't tell."

Blaine smirked, "Oh, I could tell all right."

Kurt fiddled with the radio, "So, where to?"

"I don't know, let's just drive around for awhile, unless you have someplace you would like to stop at."

"I need to start shopping for my spring wardrobe."

Blaine felt his lips curve up at that statement, "Alright, department store it is."

"Kurt, you've tried the same pair of pants on for the last ten minutes."

"Blaine, these are not the same pair of pants." Kurt stood, folding the fifteenth pair of pants on the bench, while Blaine made a face at him. "Here, let me show you: this leg has a slight patchwork on it, while these pants have a slimmer waist; the one's over there," he said, pointing towards the clothing hanging on the door, "are a heather gray color, while the one's I have on now are a light charcoal."

Blaine smiled, "Tell me why I go shopping with you again?"

"Because you love me," Kurt answered, pressing his lips to the top of Blaine's head. "Now, I think I'll go with these, and then I just need some shirts."

They made their way over to the racks, where Kurt expertly searched for a top that would coordinate with his pants. He knew he was being watched, and if he was being honest, he was flattered.

"What are you smiling about?" Blaine asked as he sidled up to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist, his lips at his ear.

"I wasn't aware that I was smiling," Kurt replied smirking.

Blaine left him and circled the rack, his eyes gleaming with words unspoken.

Kurt lowered his gaze, pretending to read the wash instructions on a lace shirt, while his skin prickled with excitement. He knew, before he felt, Blaine's fingers touch his side, and he leaned into the touch. As soon as he felt a hand wrap around his back, he stepped out of the embrace and took a step to the left.

Blaine froze, his hand raised in the air as he watched Kurt nonchalantly skip towards the shoes by the wall. He smiled, glancing around before he followed, meeting the younger boy by the boots.

"I didn't see you there," Kurt said feinting surprise. He turned the shoe in his hand, "Do you think these would go good with my pants?"

"I'm not sure, should we ask someone?"

Kurt shook his head and resisted running after his boyfriend who was fast approaching an employee.

They made their way back to Kurt, who put the boot down and tried to remain calm.

"So, we were wondering if these would go with his pants," Blaine told the woman, while he winked at Kurt.

She took the pants and held them up, "Hmmm, yes I think so." Blaine coughed loudly to keep from laughing as she put them to Kurt's waist and then gasped, "They match your eyes perfectly!"

He flushed, and murmured a quiet thank you as she continued gushing over his eyes' "They remind me of this time I was at the beach, and the water was crystal clear and-"

"Thank you for your help," Blaine cut in.

She faced him, "I'm ranting aren't I? Your welcome," she finished.

Kurt watched her walk away, "I hate you," he whispered."

Blaine kissed him deeply, "No you don't."

Kurt swayed, his eyes fluttering, "God, you're right."

"Let's get out of here." Kurt nodded, not trusting his voice while they stood in line.

"Kurt?"

He turned, "Yes?"

"They do match your eyes."

Complete fluff!