badboy!kurt and cop!blaine. kurt is working in a music store when he meets the new cop in town, blaine. warnings for assault (almost violent) and homophobic language.
“Did you sort out the new records from this morning’s delivery?”
Kurt sighs and scratches his black-painted nail against the worn wood of the countertop. “Yes!” he calls, barely even glancing up from the glossy page of Vogue he is looking over, and adds under his breath, “For God’s sake, lay off.”
He hears the back door open and close behind him and then suddenly his magazine is whipped from under his nose, neatly rolled up and tucked under his boss’ arm.
“What the fuck, Nate,” he snaps, trying to grab it back off him. “I was reading that.”
“You know you’re not allowed to be distracted from serving, and that includes reading fashion magazines.”
Kurt scowls and gives up trying to get his Vogue back. “There aren’t even any fucking customers, dude, it’s not like I’m doing anyone any harm.”
Nate gives him a pointed stare, timed almost perfectly with the ring of the bell above the door.