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"Kurt, please?" Kurt sighed as his boyfriend began to whine once more.

"No, Blaine! Don't even start with the puppy dog eyes. They don't work!" Blaine pouted, batting his eyelashes at Kurt.

"But why?" He said.

"Because, Blaine. I do not want to watch a bunch of sweaty men run around with baseball bats. Don't you ever get bored of it?" Kurt groaned. Blaine had been begging him to come and watch the game with him for half an hour.

"Do you ever get bored of breathing?" Blaine cried, pretending to be offended, "Please, I'll make it worth your while", he said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Is that supposed to be sexy or something? It's just making you look like you're on something", Kurt giggled.

Blaine sighed, crossing his arms and pouting once more.

"But I don't want to watch it alone!" he mumbled.

"I'll be right in the next room! Oh, and my dad's coming home soon, he'll watch it with you", Kurt sat down next to his boyfriend.

"Kurt, your father wants to kill me! Remember?"

"No he doesn't, he just doesn't know you yet! I'm sure if you-" Kurt was cut off by Blaine's lips landing on his. He began to kiss back, threading his fingers into Blaine's hair. He felt Blaine's arms go around his waist and their tongues battled for dominance. They were slowly leaning back, and soon enough, Kurt was lying on his bed, Blaine straddling him. He felt Blaine's lips move down his jaw to his neck, sucking on an area of skin until a dark bruise formed.

"Blaine! Do you know what you just did?" He pushed the shorter boy off him and ran to his mirror. "This is going to be so hard to hide!"

"Well, now you have an excuse to wear a scarf. You love scarves!" Blaine replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"In winter, Blaine! Not in the middle of summer! Aim lower next time!" Kurt whined, falling back onto his bed.

"Sorry baby, but I promised I'd make the baseball worthwhile, and you have to admit, that was hot..." Blaine began to draw patterns on Kurt's arm with his finger, admiring how toned and flawless it was.

"You're lucky I love you", Kurt turned his head, moving in to kiss Blaine once more.

"So you'll watch the game with me?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Fine".

"BOYS! You home?" Burt voice was heard from downstairs, the sound of his footsteps stomping up the stairs following.

Both boys sprang up at once. Kurt opened the door, and grabbed a few books from his desk, throwing them on his bed. Blaine grabbed his guitar and his sheets of music and relocated on the floor. By the time Burt walked in, they were sitting in their respective places.

"Oh hey, Blaine. Are you staying for dinner? The games on tonight too, if you wanted to watch that, I know Kurt hates stuff like that", Burt chuckled, ruffling his son hair while speaking to the boy on the floor.

"Oh no, he persuaded me to watch it with you guys, but first, I'm cooking", Kurt smiled up at his father.

"He persuaded you to watch baseball? Wow, he must have some freaky power or something..." Burt shook his head as he exited the room.

"Yeah, some freaky power", Blaine smirked, winking at his boyfriend.

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