It was truffles' (trufflemore on Tumblr) birthday the other day, so she got a fluffy birthday drabble. Bring your toothpaste, kids.
"Oh my God, you do not have this song on your iPod, Kurt!" Blaine squealed from his perch on Kurt's bed, bent over the iHome on the nightstand.
"I don't have what- Blaine, how did you find that playlist?!" Kurt shrieked as he walked in from the bathroom and squinted to see what song Blaine was looking at. "I gave it the most boring name possible so no one would look at it!"
"Baby, naming your shame playlist "Classical Music" is really bad camouflage when you have a music major boyfriend who listens to classical to unwind," Blaine said with the world's biggest shit-eating grin.
"But- I-" Kurt sputtered, trying to come up with an excuse and finding nothing available.
"You would've been so much fun when we had Guilty Pleasures week in Glee last year. I thought nothing could top my Wham! obsession, but you really have me beat."
Kurt was beet red at this point, but he attempted to make one last argument. "At least Zac Efron is attractive, B. George Michael is literally the walking, talking embodiment of every gay stereotype. There's probably some homophobe in Ass Backwards, Iowa who thinks looking at his picture instantly gives you 'the AIDS.'"
"It was the 80s, Kurt! Styles were different!"
"Irrelevant, Blaine. Irrelevant."
"And like High School Musical is any better! They barely even tried to keep Ryan closeted!"
"B, you realize you and Ryan share the same penchant for fedoras and newsboys, right? You have no room to talk, honey." Kurt pointed to his dresser, where the cute straw fedora Blaine had been wearing earlier that day was sat. "No. Room."
"Fine, I guess we're equally cheesy. But you know what that means?"
"...What?" Kurt really did not like the amused look on Blaine's face right then. It set off warning bells in the back of his head.
Blaine started crooning. "You're the harmony to the melody that's echoing inside my head!"
"Blaine. Blaine, do not start this."
"A single voice, above the noise, and like a common thread," Blaine continued, hopping off the bed and taking Kurt's hands in his, starting to dance around Kurt's bedroom. "You're pulling me." He punctuated this statement by pulling Kurt tight to his body.
Kurt sighed in faux resignation and chimed in with Blaine, taking over the melody and leaving Blaine to take Troy's part. "When I hear my favorite song, I know that we belong. Oh, you are the music in me." They spun while they sang, Kurt letting Blaine lead the dance. Suddenly, Blaine stopped singing to pull Kurt into a dip and kiss him hard.
"Not that I didn't like that, Blaine, but they don't dance like that until High School Musical 3," Kurt couldn't hide the happiness in his voice, much as he wanted to sound snarky.
"Should I switch to that soundtrack, then?" Blaine's smirk had to be cramping his face muscles.
"Shut up and dance with me more, Anderson."
"As you wish."