It's a Saturday, a calm lazy Saturday that you spend in front of the TV with your boyfriend because you can and graduation is nearing and even though nights spent together in an empty house are amazing and going shopping together is one of your favourite things in the world, nothing beats a quiet Saturday spent cuddling and doing nothing apart from being together.
On this particular Saturday, you're lounging on your living room sofa cuddled into Kurt's side and casually unbuttoning his shirt- not that he's noticing. Currently you're boyfriends eyes are glued to the screen where BBC America is showing a Sherlock series 2 catch up. You've been watching the show since it first came out in America and have been suggesting, not so subtly, that he should watch it to. You've explained about that clever story lines and the gorgeous main character and "They don't just hand out BAFTA's you know."
Sufficed to say, this went on for a while until that one time when you were on the shows Wikipedia page and had scrolled to a stop at a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch when Kurt looked our your shoulder and asked who it was. You say that he's the actor who plays Sherlock and after a moment, Kurt asks if the offer still stands to watch it with you. In retrospect, that should've been your first clue.
So, that's how you ended up watching Hound of the Baskervilles for the third time because Kurt had never seen it before. It's not like you don't enjoy re-watching Sherlock, but three times is just one too many. You get to the third button and stretch up to start kissing a line from his collar bone to his jaw and still he's paying more attention to the TV than he is to you. It's only when you get to that sensitive spot he has right below his jaw line when he finally acknowledges you by letting out a small moan. For a moment you feel a small sense of pride for distracting from his TV coma but, hang on, did that moan sound a little like…
You pull away from him and see that's looking at you expectantly, like he's assuming you're going to kiss him but you can see that little bit of embarrassment that he's trying to hide because you're ears weren't playing tricks on you.
"Did you just moan Benedict?!" You don't know whether to be amused or jealous.
He blushes furiously but doesn't respond. You stand up, and walk towards the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Your boyfriend asks.
"I thought you two might want to be left alone." A smirk plays on the corners of your lips.
Kurt gets up and walks towards you, putting his arms round your waist and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
"You are so much hotter than Benedict Cumberbatch." He says when the need for air becomes too much.
"Really?" You ask, eyebrows raised.
"No." He teases. "But it's you I love, not him."
You roll your eyes and decide not to introduce him to Being Human.