"Yes, YES, go on!" Blaine screamed at the TV, completely engrossed in the Olympic Hockey game currently playing on it.
Kurt glanced at his boyfriend from his position next to him on the sofa, their legs entangled, with an indifferent expression.
"What's going on, did we win?" He asked.
"Kurt." the other sighed, exasperated. "The game's only been going on for ten minutes! We almost scored"
"Almost?"
"Yeah, it was so close, Branson passed to Harper, who nearly-"
"Blaine, stop, I don't care. If I learn how to score a goal in hockey, I might forget something actually important and relevant in my life."
"Fine." His boyfriend pouted adorably causing Kurt to smile and pop a marshmallow in his mouth. "We can switch to a different channel, how about Dressage?"
"Oka- OH, diving! Can we watch that, please?"
"Huh. You're getting animated about sport, that's.. Surprising."
They watched as a group of men clad in skintight, revealing swim wear stood around the side of a pool, the commentator announcing they were waiting for the results to be finalised.
"It's finished now, I'll find something else" Blaine said, reaching for the remote. Kurt grabbed it out of reach of the other boy, never once looking away from the screen. Blaine stared in confusion at his enraptured face.
"Kurt what- wait, you wanted to watch this for their abs!"
"No I didn't! I appreciate the dynamics and the effort of trying to create a perfect dive whilst being as graceful as possible, that's all."
"Kurt"
" I think it's impressive?"
"They're not even diving. They're just standing around."
"Oh."
"This is just like the Taylor Lautner situation all over again! "
"Oh come on, you know you're the one I love. And you'll always have the best abs to me"
"Aww" Blaine grinned bashfully, unable to stay mad at the man he loved, as sappy as it made him seem.