Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did, they would be singing songs Darren Criss wrote and Joey Richter would've guest starred already.
I blinked his eyes as I woke up, staring at the empty space next to me. I had spent the night at Blaine's house last night and I was pretty sure I had fallen asleep next to my supermegafoxyawesomehot boyfriend. I rolled off the bed, my feet landing on the plush carpet. Clad only in my black pajama bottoms (mostly due to the fact that I had absolutely no clue where my top had gone to), I made my way out of the bedroom, through the hall to the living room, where I found my beloved boyfriend, sitting on the floor not even ten feet from the TV, gripping a controller, fingers moving swiftly over the buttons and triggers. The sound of yells and gunshots rang out from the TV speakers. Blaine's lips murmured commands over the headset he wore, hazel eyes fixed to the screen in concentration.
I sighed exasperatedly. Blaine had been playing that stupid Call of Duty game since I arrived yesterday. And instead of turning it off and spending time with me like a good boyfriend, Blaine had forced me to play. Suddenly feeling angry, I marched up to the evil Microsoft creation that was feeding this soulless game to my boyfriend and prodded the power button with my big toe, turning the game off just as Blaine received his twentieth straight kill with a headshot. I spun on my heel to watch his reaction.
His mouth dropped open in shock, the controller falling from his slack grip as he realized what had happened. Closing his mouth and swallowing, he turned to look at me, an unmistakable annoyance in his eyes. "What. The. Hell?"
"Good morning to you too, babe," I rolled my eyes as I strode past him, plopping down on the couch. He continued glaring at me in silence. I decided to feign innocence. "What's wrong?" I asked, smiling slightly. I blinked and, the next thing I knew, I was on my back, wrists pinned above my head, and Blaine was straddling my lap.
"Love," he whispered into my ear, his voice darker than my worst nightmare. "Why did you turn off my game?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied as I tried to squirm away, which was a bad move on my part. I let out a breathy moan as my crotch rubbed against Blaine's. He let out a sharp hiss before crushing his lips to mine. All too soon, he was off of me and back on the floor in front of the TV, turning his Xbox back on.
I growled under my breath. I would not lose to that machine.
So… continue? This is my first attempt at a Klaine fic, so they may be a bit OOC. Review and tell me what you think.