Kurt and Blaine were sitting in Blaine's room. Well, Kurt was sitting. Blaine was up dancing to Roxy music, much to Kurt's amusement. A thought suddenly came to Kurt.
"Blaine?"
"Hmm…" Blaine inquired; still dancing to the music he had playing. Kurt didn't recognize the song, but he liked it just fine.
"Why do you think Coach Sylvester calls me Porcelain?" the question took Blaine completely by surprise. Blaine turned down the music. He jumped onto the bed and crawled over to his loving boyfriend.
"Well," Blaine lied back on the pillows, and pulled Kurt on top of him, "I'm not sure why she calls you that, but I think your skin is made of porcelain, and your eyes, and…" Blaine suddenly shot out from under Kurt and began ticking him mercilessly.
"No, Blaine!" his protests drowned in a fit of giggles and squirming. Blaine's hands found their way under Kurt's shirt tickling Kurt's sides. When Blaine could see Kurt struggling for breathe, he stopped tickling and waited a moment before leaning down to kiss Kurt.
When he pulled away, Kurt took a second to catch his breathe. He then swatted Blaine on the arm.
"Hey! What was that for?" Blaine pouted.
"For tickling me," Kurt stuck his tongue out at Blaine. Blaine just chuckled, pecking him on the cheek.
"You're just so cute. I can't help myself," Blaine was again lying down with Kurt pulled against his chest. Kurt smiled.
"I love you, Blaine."
"I love you, too, Porcelain,"
"Blaine!"
A/N - Just something that popped into my mind. Something to tide you over until the next 'Remember Me' update. Please review.