I don't think I like this one, but here it is anyway. This prompt took much umming and ahhhing to get here, and I'm still not happy with it, but at least it's finished! Hopefully, tomorrows will be better! And thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far! You are amazing!

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'Ooh! I love this song!' Kurt calls, reaching to turn the knob on the car stereo. The music pumps louder and he grins widely. Beside him, one eye on the road and one eye on his boyfriend, Blaine grins in return. Together they start to sing, managing to nail a particularly tricky harmony part. It's a nice song, kind of poppy, kind of rocky, but with really gentle lyrics that inspired Kurt from the first time he heard it. Somehow, it reminded him of Blaine.

Blaine, on the other hand, felt the song reminded him of Kurt. It had a kind of strength about it, an empowerment that he felt summed up his boyfriend in a few key sentences and a catchy riff.

'Wow, I love your voice,' Blaine says, leaning back into the seat of the car to listen as they turn off the main road and onto Kurt's street.

'You're just saying that.' But there's a part of the taller boy that is secretly pleased.

'No, I mean it. I could listen to it all day. You need to record some stuff and make a playlist for me.' He turns the car into the driveway and pulls on the handbrake, undoing his seatbelt.

'I'm not that good.'

Blaine rolls his eyes and reaches for Kurt's hand, kissing it gently. 'You are that good. Just make the damn playlist okay.' He grins and exits the car to open Kurt's door for him. Together they make their way up the path to the front door and step into the house.

'But what would I put on it?'

'I don't know. Whatever you want. You could sing anything.'

Kurt raises an eyebrow. 'You are highly mistaken if you think I can sing anything.' He leads his boyfriend up the stairs to his room, sitting him down on the bed so he can stand in front of him and push his height advantage to the limit. 'I can't sing anything, Blaine.'

'Sure you can. You have that whole countertenor thing going on.'

'That doesn't mean I can suddenly sing every song on the planet. It's a vocal range, Blaine. There's still a limit. For example, I most definitely could not sing a baritone part in an opera. I have a high voice.'

But Blaine's smiling again, and he reaches out to grip Kurt's hips, pulling him closer. 'Okay then,' he breathes, pressing his head against his chest, breathing in the warm familiar smell of Kurt. 'Surprise me.'

His voice is low and rough and Kurt leans forward so he's closer and Blaine leans back on to the bed. A grin splits his features. 'Don't forget the doors open, Kurt,' he laughs. 'Ravish me all you want with your eyes, but I think anything more's off limits with your dad in the house.' His tone is teasing and Kurt smiles back, pressing a gentle kiss to his boyfriend's nose.

'You misinterpret my every meaning.' But he kisses him again, full on the mouth this time, and Blaine only grins.