"Kurt, stop joking around." Blaine murmured, looking at Kurt's seemingly flustered face. He shook the pillows, and peeled the bedsheets off the mattress. "Where's the key?"
"I put it beside the pillow just now! Now it...it just went missing? Wait Maybe it's under the bed.." Kurt mumbled, head sinking to the floor and checking underneath. "Where did it go.." Kurt looked at every corner of the room, Blaine writhing uncomfortably on the bed.
"I think we lost the key.."
"KURT!" Blaine's wrists clanked against the metal handcuffs to the bedpost, looking in fear. "How on Earth did you lose the key?! Find a way to unlock me, quickly!" Blaine sat up as much as he could, crossing his naked legs and trying to find the key with his eyes.
"I'm sorry!" Kurt screeched, frustrated. It didn't help when the key to the cuffs were pretty tiny. They had managed to lose one key, but found it back, why didn't they think of making extras? "I.."
"Just..find it quickly please, Kurt. " Blaine rested his head on the bedpost, sighing. His wrists were getting raw from chafing and tugging too much during the wonderful, wonderful sex just now, which seemed pretty blurry when he's now irritated. After 10 more minutes of useless searching, Kurt dropped his shoulders and pattered over to a very annoyed Blaine in his underwear, climbed into Blaine's lap, sorry expression painted on his face.
"I'm sorry Blaine.." His eyes flickered to his wrists, a little swollen from being there too long. "Is it painful? Oh no it's all my fault.."
"Yes Kurt, it actually is." Blaine scolded, looking at his hands bounded to the bed, then back at the blue eyes. "And I really need to pee."
"Do you need a bottle to pee in I can find-"
"NO, Kurt. I- I do not want to pee in a bottle. Let's cut the cuffs, it's really uncomfortable.. I'm getting blisters. Just..hurry."
"Okay.." Kurt mumbled another silent apology, slipping on some clothes and making his way to the shop for a metal cutter. He really didn't mean to lose the key, but Blaine had every reason to blame him. Blaine wriggled in bed, trying to toe a duvet over his lap so he wasn't so exposed and covered his privates properly. Kurt came back silently, eyes redder than before, and Blaine looked on, a twinge in his heart. He knew Kurt was blaming himself heavily for what happened.
Kurt bit his lip and cut his favorite toy into half. Two loud snaps, and Blaine's hands were free. Blaine rubbed his wrists tenderly, blowing at the skin. He looked up, Kurt now absently playing with the spoilt toy in his fingers. He could feel Blaine's eyes on his face, and a tear rolled down his eye.
"I'm-" He was engulfed in an armful of Blaine, rubbing his back and hushing him.
"No stop saying that. I'm not angry.. God, I hate making you cry, I'm sorry Kurt I shouldn't be mad at you." Blaine kissed his hair, wiping his wet cheeks gently but hurriedly. Kurt smiled, nuzzling a little at Blaine's warm hands. Blaine suddenly frowned a little, mumbling an excuse me and releasing Kurt from his hug and scrambled off.
"Blaine where- oh" Just when Kurt was wondering why he scrambled off, a sinking feeling in Kurt's chest, Blaine was standing at the toilet bowl and relieving himself.
"Sorry, I really had to pee." Blaine's shoulders sagged in relief, Kurt's chuckling bubbling from the bed.