It was a Saturday and Blaine had gone to the Hummel-Hudson household to spend some quality time with his adorable new boyfriend. Not much had happened so far, just Blaine being given the talk by Burt (made one hundred times worse by the fact that Blaine had pushed him into talking to his innocent son about, horror of horrors, sex not too long ago) while Kurt was berating Finn for his outfit in another room, , Finn threatening Blaine should her ever hurt his 'younger' step-brother when said step-brother was out of the way, telling his father off for terrifying Blaine, and Carole finally taking mercy on him by sending both of them up to Kurt's room after having pressed a hot mug of tea into Blaine's quivering hands.
Suddenly, Blaine felt compelled to speak, most likely due to Finn's enthusiastic engagement with whatever shoot-'em-up video game he was losing to at the time. "So, Kurt. Do you want to do something? We could go out for coffee or go shopping, or maybe even practice our duet; we've not really been able to recently, what with one thing and another."
"My father and step-brother are just downstairs!" he hissed. "Are you insane? Or have you simply forgotten their attempts to traumatise you?" he took one look at Blaine's face, and realisation came. "Ah. You, uh, meant actual singing practice." Kurt shot a sharp look at his boyfriend (And how thrilled he felt to be able to call him that!) "Don't say a word, Blaine Warbler Anderson. Not. One. Word."
"This is me, not saying anything," he was doing his best to look innocent, mercilessly sending the infamous puppy eyes in Kurt's direction.
Kurt contemplated the other boy for a moment. "I believe you said something about shopping and coffee?"
Okay, confession time. I have had this blu-tacked on my wall to be typed up for about two weeks now. Heartfelt apologies, etc., etc…
And, uh, the next one (also fully written in my drunken-spider scrawl) is currently in a very similar position. Please don't judge me!