(sort of a follow-up to this)
“Oreos or Chips Ahoy?” Blaine asks, turning to face her with one in each hand. He dances the packages around and Sugar cackles, grabbing both and tossing them in the cart.
“Both, really?” Blaine says, snorting. “How high are you?”
“Juuuust enough,” Sugar says happily, tossing in a package of Mint Milanos. “Wanna go pick out ice cream?”
“Totally,” Blaine says, pushing the cart down the aisle. “But no Popsicles — you’ll just make fun of me.”
“It’s not my fault you take it like a pornstar,” Sugar protests. She smacks him on the shoulder affectionately. “You should be proud, baby!”
Blaine can’t help but smile at that, because, well… yeah, he really kind of is.
[11 - sugar motta, 12 - blaine anderson]