A/N: I am sooo sorry that I haven't been on here in so long. I was super busy with the holidays, Christmas cheer and such. I promise you that For The Children will be updated soon, as well as How To Abuse The Power Of Batman. Please accept this oneshot as a show of my guilt and apologetic-ness

Kurt opened the door and beamed when he saw his boyfriend dressed in a simple button down shirt and pants.

"Only you could make something so easy and plain so sexy." Kurt purred.

Blaine grinned. "Why thank you, and I must say that if it wasn't for the layers of clothes you've got on I would have jumped your bones by now." He whispered with a wink.

The countertenor blushed. "Let me finish getting ready and then we'll go." He smiled before disappearing up the stairs to his room.

Blaine nodded and sat down on the couch with Finn who was focused on a basketball game that was on TV. Once Kurt had left the room, the Warbler let out a sigh of despair.

"What's up with you, dude?" Finn asked.

"I'm running out of ideas. I just don't know what to do with Kurt when we go out anymore. I mean, there's only so much to do in Lima." Blaine frowned.

"But you guys love going to dinner and movies and whatever." Finn argued, furrowing his eyes in confusion.

"We're in a rut," the shorter boy sighed, "I'm afraid that Kurt might be getting bored. There must be something I can do to mix things up."

Finn contemplated this for a moment and shrugged. "Well, Kurt's really into screwing nowadays." He offered.

Blaine's eyes widened immensely. "I'm sorry what?"

The jock nodded. "He does it all the time now. In his room, in the kitchen, which by the way is super annoying when I'm trying to make food." He assured the raven-haired boy.

"With who?" Blaine demanded to know.

"Tina, Mercedes, whoever." Finn answered.

Blaine raised an eyebrow in shock. "Seriously?" He wondered incredulously.

"Totally. He loves to screw. Like freaking obsessed with it." The taller boy confirmed.

"And you're sure about this." Blaine asked, still unconvinced.

"Absolutely," Finn nodded, "Take him to get dinner and then go somewhere to screw for a while. But you might have to carry him back to the car. He's always exhausted afterwards."

The Warbler flashed Finn an unsure smile. "If you say so."

Kurt returned to the living room and took Blaine's hand. "You ready?" He asked.

Blaine beamed. "Absolutely."

It was dark out. A few hours had passed since the couple left and Finn was still draped over the couch watching a game. Everything was quiet until the front door slammed shut. The jock glanced over from the couch to see a very livid Kurt marching towards him. His hair was a mess and his usually perfect ensemble was disheveled and wrinkly.

"The Twist, Finn!" Kurt yelled furiously. "It's called the Twist!"

And with that the pale boy rushed up the steps to his room, slamming the door loud enough to make the taller boy wince.