Damages to My Soul

Chapter 2: The story behind the dinosaur oven gloves

Beta: LivQ

A/N: A little back story fluff before we go into the serious plot so bear with me. –Rach

"Kurt, I'm exhausted, could we just shop tomorrow?" Blaine suggested, sighing as Kurt ignored him, pulling him along the throng of people in the department store.

"Two, I'm." Blaine frowns, "I'm always sacrificing my free time for this boy. Why do I love him so much?"

"Blaine Anderson. We need oven gloves, how else am I going to cook all your meals? Do you really want me to burn my hand? Hmm?" Kurt questioned, not looking back at Blaine as he searched the section marked 'kitchen supplies'.

"We could eat take ou-" Blaine used his free hand to clamp his mouth shut as they halted, Kurt turning towards Blaine with a scalding glare.

"Did you just suggest take out Blaine?" Blaine immediately shook his head. "Uh no? I'm pretty sure I didn't? Did I?" Blaine winced, taking a step back as Kurt advanced, "Can't kill me here. Too many people." Blaine squeaked, grinning as he saw the corners of Kurt's mouth twitch upwards.

"Oh, you're silly. Let's get this over with alright?" Kurt shook his head fondly.

"Yes, alright. Let me lead the way now, you seem a bit stressed." Blaine smiled, guiding Kurt slowly to the Kitchen section he managed to spot just in time.

Suddenly Blaine stopped, having a sudden coughing fit, almost falling to his knees with the impact when Kurt held him up.

"Hey," Kurt frowned, holding his friend up with concern, "Are you alright? Do you want to go home?"

Blaine shook his head, "No," he wheezed, "I'm fine."

"Alright, if you say so, " Kurt says cautiously, still very suspicious of his friend's well-being. As they continued walking, Blaine's sudden wave of sickness has passed and Kurt began thinking of how he acted today.

"I feel very hostile today. Especially to you," Kurt frowned, feeling bad, "You know what, I'm letting you choose the kitchen gloves just this once." Blaine immediately perked up, "Really! Wow, you never let me do that!"

"You're acting like I lock you away when it's time to buy new household supplies." Kurt grumbled, pouting as he kept an eye on Blaine who was zooming around, finding the gloves section.

"That boy is too adorable for his own good." Kurt shook his head thoughtfully.

When Blaine came back with dinosaur oven gloves, Kurt was speechless.

"So… What do you think? I've wanted these since I was 10! Almost got one when I was 12 until my dog ripped it, got one for Christmas when I was 15 from my friend as a joke until my cousin stole it, and now I get to have one! Isn't it great Kurt? It has a mouth!" Blaine babbles, slipping on the gloves excitedly.

"Blaine, you're kidding me, right?" Kurt almost laughed at how childish Blaine was, "Besides, what could the mouth do?"

Blaine's excited face fell when Kurt wasn't excited as he was, "You're asking me what the mouth could do? For one, it could protect your hands from burns, as it is great quality. Second, it could keep you warm during winter. And lastly, it could do this." And with that, he bit Kurt on the nose with the glove, taking Kurt by surprise, as he nearly shrieked.

"Blaine!" Kurt said, flustered, as he looked around to see if people had seen what Blaine had just done. Embarrassed, he spied a young girl gripping her mom's coat, giggling at the display.

"So are you going to buy me one or not?" Blaine says, laughing at Kurt's expression.

"Our other kitchen supplies are white!" Kurt said, mortified at Blaine for even thinking to bring a green dinosaur glove home.

"The better! It'll give out house a fun side, don't you think?" Blaine nudged Kurt, winking.

"I don't think tha-" Blaine shot Kurt his puppy eyes, making Kurt's heart melt a little, rolling his eyes he huffed out his surrender, "Fine, but this is the last time I'm letting you choose our kitchen supplies."

Blaine beamed at Kurt and gave him a bone-crushing hug. Then proceeded to skip away to pay for his gloves.

Kurt shook his head as he followed Blaine to the cashier.

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