“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.”
“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.”
“Well. It–technically–could turn into that sort of punishment and then I might be tempted to put the last two episodes on hold. You know? For the sake of making it up to you,” he tried to put on his best cheesy grin that always weirdly got him his way with the beautiful man sitting next to him on the couch. Heck, he even tossed in a wiggle of his brows for sure INSINUATION to make it clear. Granted–this was all mostly in jest. But–give it a few minutes? Knowing them–it might not be. Perks of being newly moved in together again? We’ll leave it at that. Perking up at Kurt giving in (told you it would work)–Blaine pulls the familiar and welcome weight of his fiance’ against his side and tosses both legs over the tops of Kurt’s thighs. So what if he was now pinned down? That’s what he gets for getting close! Remote is now tucked away into the crook of his couch pillow (after pressing play!) and Blaine’s home free in his book. A quick kiss pressed to Kurt’s cheek finished off with a brush of his nose to follow the gesture later? Hazel met blue green and he smiled. “You know I love you? I-I’ll even sit through the entire series finale of the Golden Girls again with you for this. Whenever you want. I promise.”
“Blaine, if you keep giving me reasons to believe you’re out of your mind — I’m going to go out of MY mind. I’m not afraid of the psycho killer on netflix! I’m afraid of you losing brain cells. Keep it up && you might just turn into Sam, or BRITTANY. As much as I love it when you call me honey, you better hold your tongue. I’m not lightening up just because you’re irresistibly adorable. No more episodes. Turn off your electronics, I’ll order food, && try to come up with ways to keep you from falling into a television coma ever again. What do I have to do? Sell the tv? Punish you when you get past four hours or something?”
“That was very hurtful to both Sam and Brittany and I’m glad they aren’t here to risk the chance of hearing it. Wait–you won’t? What if I make sure I’m really REALLY cute? Two. More. Episodes?? Please? You can’t expect me to be able to move on not knowing what happens in the last two! They’ll be over before you know it and-and then!? I’ll do anything you want to make it up to you and prove that I’m not a television serial killer addict. Or whatever you think I am. Oh? Oh. Um? That depends. What sort of punishment are we talking about?
Because I could be up for discussing this idea.. …Probably a bad time to try that move, huh? I love you?”
“Blaine, you know what I meant. I was putting emphasis on the audacity of your choices. So I’m taking that as a yes, there are more seasons. You know what? I don’t even want to know. I’m afraid of how much time you spent indulged in a story about a SERIAL KILLER. We are starting nowhere, because your obsession is over. && Yes, it is an obsession after you’ve spent over twenty four hours focused on it. Okay, I know I’m yelling. I’m calm, it’s okay. — SIX SHOT ESPRESSO?! Are you trying to turn into the hulk or something?! No no no, you are not sweet talking your way out of this one. I’m not kidding, I think you need a cleanse. An electronics cleanse.”
“It’s not like he could crawl out of the tablet and hurt people? Geez, Kurt. It’s not that bad. Honey? The yelling’s back. I didn’t read the label! I just ordered it by the name and it sounded delightful. Oh! And it so was! You got to admit that turning into the Hulk would be pretty neat. Except the green part. Or the uncontrollable rage. But! Even he had a good side? …Electronics cleanse? I know this isn’t going to win me any points but I’m already up to my nose deep. Might as well sink to my eyeballs. So.. You mean after the last two episodes? Don’t you?”
“Oh my god… I’m dating a couch potato. A TV binging, out of control couch potato. Do you even hear yourself? How are you not going blind? Blaine… You seriously went outside, ordered a COFFEE from another HUMAN BEING, all while watching this show? How many seasons are there anyways? If you say more than three, I’m banning you from the tablet. No, I do not want to know any more about your ruined morals or obsession with this — What?! NO, Blaine! We are not starting over from the beginning! Are you out of your mind? Go to bed! Or take a shower! Or SOMETHING remotely good for you!”
“Uh?? I don’t get it. Who else would I order coffee from than another human being? Maybe I don’t want to tell you how many seasons there are if it’s going to end up with you banning me from my tablet. How are my morals ruined?? What? You really think that’s happened? I’m not obsessed. I’m interested. There’s a HUGE difference! Where else would we start if you don’t want to watch the last couple of episodes, honey? Um–Kurt? You’re yelling? I’ll go to bed soon. I promise. After the six shot espresso wears off. Oh God. I shouldn’t have said that. Forget everything I just said. Bed! Bed would be great! You should come with me??”
“No — BLAINE. I don’t think you’re thinking about this rationally. You stayed in bed for THREE DAYS. I swear I’m going to get the she-devil back some day… I don’t want to root for a serial killer. Who wants that? && Even if I did, why would I only watch the last two episodes? That’s like going to dinner && only eating a bite of dessert. Spoils your entire appetite!”
“I didn’t stay in bed the entire time. That’s what the tablet is for, Kurt. I’ve been mobile. I even took it with me outside for thirty minutes to get coffee from the shop down the street and back. See? It’s not as terrible as you think. No, no! You’re not getting it! He’s a good guy and a serial killer. I know that sounds impossible and it would be in real life but—. We could start over from the beginning if you want?”
“Blaine — hold on a second. You did WHAT? Did you even eat? My god, did you shower? How can you binge watch a horror series in that little time? How did you not gag? && Since when were you into horror? Please tell me this isn’t Santana’s doing…”
“Showered last night when things got too intense. Food happened but I forget when. Santana had minimal involvement. Other than forcing me to get past saying no on repeat when she brought up the show and making me watch the first episode. Kurt..
He’s a serial killer who kills other serial killers. You root for this guy after seeing some of the people he goes after. I have to know how this ends. There’s two episodes left. Watch with me??”
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