"Stop! ahhhhee I c-can't hheehehe breathe," Kurt said gasping for air. Blaine was tickling Kurt's sides with a malicious glee and Kurt was helplessly writhing in the sheets, Blaine too deft for Kurt to manoeuvre out of the reach of his relentless fingers.
"I'll never stop! You are my tickle prisoner and you shall never ever escape!"
"No! No! I heehehehe I-I…" a noise suddenly cut through the symphony of rustling, giggling and panting. It wasn't a very loud noise but the silence that followed was deafening. Blaine's hands finally fell slack at Kurt's sides and he looked at Kurt whose face was rapidly filling with red.
"Did- Did you just…fart?" Blaine asked, the silence stretching One… Two… Three…
First a snigger. Just a crack in a dam.
Then suddenly it burst and Blaine was guffawing, rolling onto his side, physically shaking. He was laughing so hard that his hands were holding his stomach, as it rolled out like a tidal wave from his mouth, his eyes clenched to asterisks and leaking tears.
Sometimes Blaine could be such a child.
"I ca-can't believe you just…" he tried to say through gaps in his fitful laughter. He finally realised that Kurt was nowhere in sight, however he did notice that there was a very distinctive Kurt shaped lump at the end of the bed, wrapped so tightly in the white sheets that it resembled a mummy… a mummy locked in the fetal position, Blaine noted guilty. He tried breech his laughter by pressing the palm of his hand against his mouth.
His heart rate now decreased and the laughter controlled he tried again to talk. "Kurt come out of there, I'm sorry," Blaine asked, shifting to the end of the bed. He could hear a faint whimpering coming from under the sheets and his heart constricted.
"N-No! I'm never coming out. I'm staying here in my c-cocoon of shame," Kurt declared brokenly, with just a little more than a pinch of melodrama. Blaine could see the outline of Kurt's spine completely so squirmed up behind him spooning tightly against his protesting body. He wrapped his arm tightly around Kurt's waist and laid his head against Kurt's cheek before he spoke again.
"Kurt I'm sorry, don't be embarrassed, come out please?" he nuzzled against his cheek against the soft cotton that was a barrier to Kurt's even softer face. Muffled through the sheet Kurt said "No, you-you must think I'm disgusting."
Blaine burrowed deeper, arms tightening, "Oh Kurt, I thought you were perfect before but…"
"Now you know I'm not. Now you know I'm gross and and…"
"Now I think you're even more perfect," Blaine said cutting Kurt off. He carried on, "It's like, before you were so put together, it was almost kind of intimidating, kinda scary... but this just made you seem a bit more human more real. And I really kind of love you for it…" his words evaporating in the air.
Kurt was silent for a while. Then he was shifting again and Blaine worried his heartfelt plea had fallen flat until Kurt's head popped out of his cocoon like a butterfly. He twisted his face around to look Blaine in the eyes with tentative with eyelashes fluttering like wings.
"Really?"
"Really," Blaine said before pressing a kiss to Kurt's nose.