“I’m sure they’d survive. I’m also sure if Sam WAS here he wouldn’t be any help. You two are horrible when it comes to obsessing over television && film. Blaine — I don’t think your looks are going to get you out of this one. Just because you say you’re not a television serial killer addict, doesn’t mean you’re not one. Not the kind of punishment I meant, Blaine! Really? Yeah no, course, bad time. Definitely a bad time.” Kurt scanned his eyes over Blaine’s appearance a few times before slowly making his way over to the couch by his side. Even after days of being lazy && sleepless, he still managed to be frustratingly good looking. Still, that wasn’t going to sway his decision ( okay, maybe a little ). “Okay look, because I love you too, && I am probably the best ( or dumbest ) boyfriend in the world, I’ll let you finish the two last episodes. I know I’d lose my mind if somebody cut me off before a finale. Though I stand by the fact that I’d NEVER waste that many days on a show about a serial killer. Nobody should. && Blaine? Don’t make me regret this. I’m not opposed to turning off the tv halfway through an episode.”
“Yes. I’m sure they’d survive but that still wasn’t very nice,” Blaine grinned at the comment about Sam because he knew it was way too true to deny. Him and his best friend had that in common. However. Kurt–apparently–is forgetting that he has been known to venture off into the world of binge watching television. And has! Pointing that out would be foolish (and probably lose him his last two episodes leeway)–so Blaine kept that to himself and decided on going a different route. A brow quirked up and seemed to tug the edge of his mouth into the wryest of grins he could manage. “We COULD turn it into that and I COULD watch television later? If, you know, that’s a thing you’re remotely interested in.” Their cushions bounced and shifted under his weight as he brought both feet up and crawled over to take a new seat. On Kurt’s lap. Knees bent against the sofa and their chests touching each other. Inching in to bury the bridge of his nose in his favorite spot ever–the crook of Kurt’s neck was given a nuzzle before cheek touched shoulder and Blaine’s chest deflated in a sigh. “Okay. Okay. I won’t do it again.” Arms wrapped around Kurt’s shoulders to hold him loosely. “This is better than television anyway. You’re stuck now.”
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