Couch Cuddles
by padfoot
Inspired by post 17058157232 by pencilpushingenthusiast on tumblr
"Blaine, seriously. Get. Off. I will kill you if you crease these jeans."
"Don't worry, Kurt. I promise I won't crease your jeans."
"Okay, but my Dad will kill you if he finds you sitting on my lap. And he's due home any minute."
"Shush, stop worrying. I'm not even on your lap. Not really. Besides, your Dad loves me. He won't mind."
"I don't think his love for you extends that far, sweetie. I would not put it past him to bodily throw you off his couch and his son."
"With his heart condition? Never!"
Kurt scowled at his boyfriend for a long moment, but Blaine's expression remained optimistic, amber eyes gleaming and mouth curved in a wide smile.
"C'mon, Kurt," he finally said, lips pouting a little. "Just read your magazine. You know Finn will use it to shine his shoes or something if you don't finish it soon."
"I don't even think Finn knows how to shine his shoes. I don't think he knows that some shoes need shining."
"You're right," Blaine instantly agreed with a definite nod. "Finn probably doesn't know. But you know who does know? Vogue. Vogue knows. So you read, and I'll snuggle (completely, undoubtedly not-on-your-lap) and we can both be happy."
"If my Dad kills you it's your own fault," Kurt warned idly, finally flipping open the magazine.
"That's okay," Blaine replied, dropping his cheek to Kurt's shoulder and nuzzling in closer. "This is definitely worth it."