(This is a totally random idea I had... Rated T because there's a little... tension between the boys. But by no means is it smut. It's implied, though. You have been warned.
This will most likely be JUST a one-shot fic.
Enjoy :D)
"Give it here," Kurt said, snatching a pair of pants from Blaine's hand. "You are just as bad at folding as my dad and Finn."
"Let me guess who does the family laundry at your house," Blaine said, sitting down on the bed and smiling up at Kurt. He grabbed a pair of socks from a pile of clothes and tossed it in the suitcase.
"It's mostly Carole, actually," Kurt replied as he neatly folded the pants. "I don't know how my dad and Finn would survive without her." He placed them gently in the suitcase.
"Well, your dad has always had you," Blaine said, trying to fold a white shirt and placing it on top of the neatly folded pants.
"True," he replied, "but if I died, I'd hate to see the house. I mean, I know Carole's there, but you wouldn't believe the mess Finn makes with football equipment and dirty clothes."
"Oh, I can understand."
Kurt placed another folded shirt on top of the one Blaine had folded. "Do you call this neat?" Kurt said with an amused smile as he picked up a wrinkled shirt that had been stuffed into the side of the suitcase.
"I call it," he said, pausing a second to think, "'not enough education on how to pack a suitcase.'"
"You're hopeless," Kurt laughed.
"Maybe," Blaine reached out his hand and grasped Kurt's perfect fingers gently, "but at least I have you to help me."
"Sounds like a full-time job," Kurt smirked, squeezing Blaine's hand in return.
"Only if you want it to be," Blaine said softly, gazing up into Kurt's eyes. He slid off the bed to stand in front of the taller, fashion-clad teenager. His hands trailed up Kurt's chest and wrapped around his neck.
Kurt's eyes burned into Blaine's as he tossed aside the wrinkled shirt. His own hands caressed Blaine's sides and slid down to grip his waste. "Are you suggesting," Kurt said softly, his face very close to Blaine's, "that I should be your housewife?"
"I..." Blaine stuttered, lost in Kurt's eyes.
"Hmm?" A small smile trailed on Kurt's lips as he pulled Blaine even closer.
"What's wrong with being a housewife?" Blaine said with a slight chuckle and batting his eyelashes innocently.
"It implies that," Kurt began, rubbing Blaine's sides and closing his eyes as their faces grew closer, "you will be gone at work all day while I'm stuck at home folding your clothes."
"Doesn't mean I won't reward you when I come home," Blaine purred. His breath tickled warmly against Kurt's lips, causing his porcelain skin to erupt in goosebumps.
"I don't doubt that," Kurt smiled. Their lips were barely touching. The tension between them was aching throughout their bodies. "Does this mean that you'll reward me for helping you pack today?"
"Of course I will, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "Just let me know when and where."
Kurt lightly pressed his lips to Blaine's, pulling him as close as he could. Blaine's arms tightened around his neck as the kiss deepened. When Kurt pulled away, he looked deep into Blaine's eyes.
"Now and here would be nice," Kurt whispered softly.