"Kurt! C'mon, we should practise!"
Kurt looked up from the textbook he was using to revise, face red. "Blaine!" he exclaimed, mildly scandalised. "Everyone's outside! They could hear us!"
His boyfriend held out the sheet music. "And that's an issue because�"
"Oh," Kurt drew the syllable out longer than it normally would be. "I thought you meant practise, not practise-practise,"
"Well, now that you mention it," the other boy smirked and, leaning in-
-Was swatted away by a small pile of worksheets. "I have a test to revise for, Blaine. And you're not helping!"
"Kurt!" he whined.
"No means no, Blaine, and unless you're a great authority on quadratic functions, no offense, but out." he pointed, holding up even to the infamous Blaine Anderson Puppy Dog Eyes as said boy, disappointed, left.
