I have a boost of inspiration, so here is the next chapter! Wow, 10 chapters already... and here I thought it was going to be a short fic! I'm genuinely happy to see that you guys love this. My goal was to make people smile and laugh, and it worked :D Thanks a lot for all your reviews! It keeps me motivated :D Enjoy!

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[Saturday afternoon]

''Get off my laptop and cuddle with meee,'' I say as Blaine checks his e-mails, my chin resting on his shoulder.

Blaine chuckles and he turns his head to look at me, planting a kiss on my temple.

''I'm almost done. I just want to make sure that my phone bill is paid,'' he explains.

There is a moment where none of us talk, but Blaine speaks after a little while.

''I'd like to resume the roleplay but…''

Blaine sighs and he doesn't end his sentence. I frown slightly and I move on the bed to sit next to him, looking at him curiously.

''Buuut?''

Blaine closes the laptop and he puts it aside, and then he sits cross legged in front of me.

''But we can't,'' he said simply. ''We're not on our computers and yadda yadda.''

I narrow my eyes slightly and I keep looking at him, tilting my head a tiny bit as I think.

''Weeeeell… we could roleplay,'' I say, shrugging slightly. ''We could do it… like… live.''

Blaine gives me a curious look.

''Wouldn't it be a little bit awkward?'' he asks.

''Mmh… we'll never know if we don't try,'' I shrug.

Blaine nods slowly and he looks down, but then he looks up at me and he grins. He seems interested by the idea.

''Okay, I'm down,'' he says with a cute smile.

I smile back at him and I shift to lie on my side, pulling Blaine down with me so we're facing each other.

''So… do we do like… the voices and all? Because I don't think you could do Sherlock's voice – no offense,'' Blaine says, grinning playfully when I slap his shoulder.

''I can lower my voice more than you can, for your information.''

Blaine stares as me and he raises an eyebrow.

''I'm sorry but I don't believe you.''

I snort and a smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.

''I'm pretty sure you do believe me now,'' I say in a voice so deep that it sounds computerized.

Blaine's eyes widen automatically.

''WHAT THE –''

''Told you!'' I laugh.

''How is that even possible?!''

''Dunno. But now that you know my deepest secret, I have to kill you.''

Blaine laughs and he rolls his eyes, but I stay perfectly serious.

''I don't understand why you're laughing,'' I say in a monotone.

''Shut up, Kurt.''

''Teehee.''

''So how does it work?'' he asks, but he sees that I don't get what he's talking about. ''The live roleplaying thing. How do we do that?'' he adds.

''Oh, um… well… I guess we say what our character does instead of writing it?''

Blaine snickers quietly.

''What's so funny?'' I ask.

''Do I have to remind you that you're playing kitty!Sherlock? Unless you can purr, it'll –''

''I can purr.''

Blaine stops talking and he looks at me in silence.

''What else are you hiding from me?'' he asks, narrowing his eyes.

''My dick.''

He grins and he chuckles slightly.

''Not for long,'' he says innocently.

''Shut up,'' I snap, blushing deeply. ''Remind me where we were in the roleplay instead of being an ass.''

''You're so mean to me,'' he responds with a tiny pout.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW –

''Don't even try to be cute, it doesn't work with me,'' I lie.

''Ha, that is not true. I know it. You're melting from the inside.''

''Oh yes, of course. So where were we?''

''Hum… I think John was trying to get Sherlock into the bathtub. I'm not sure.''
''Ohhh yes, and Sherlock didn't want to bathe because his old owner used to wash him with cold water and used brushes… yes, I remember now.''

''It was my turn to reply… right?''

''Yes. Let's go.''

''I don't even know what to say! Gosh, it's very awkward…''

''It'll be fuuun! Come on.''

''But I don't have the time to think about my reply and it stresses meee!'' he whines.

I look at him without talking, just waiting for him to finally speak his reply.

''Hum… okay. So… John looks down at Sherlock and he frowns –''

''Past tense. Present tense is weird.''

''Oh, okay. I just thought that it'd be awkward to… whatever. Okay. John looked down at Sherlock and he frowned –''

''You're right, that's weird.''
''Will you shut up?'' he laughs.

I giggle and I put a hand on my mouth, nodding slightly.

''John frowns when he sees Sherlock sitting at the door frame. He says 'Come on, Sherlock, get in the bathtub, it won't hurt,' and he gestures toward the bath.''

''Sherlock shakes his head no and he doesn't make any move toward the bath.''

Blaine grins and he licks his lips.

''John takes a… uh… a more stern tone. He tells Sherlock that he has to get into the bathtub, otherwise his hair would stay hitchy. And he adds that warm water is good for tense musc –''

Blaine stops suddenly.

''Did I just see your ears twitch?'' he asks.

''Nope,'' I respond quickly.

''Oh my god! You can move your ears like a cat!''

''Shut uuuuuuuuuuup!'' I say, slapping his shoulder more or less gently. ''I just get into my character, okay?''

Blaine laughs playfully and he rolls on top of me, pining both of my wrists on the bed on each side of my head. I make a noise that sounds like a growl/purr just to play the game, and I give him a challenging smirk.

''Get off, hobbit,'' I tell him as I try to get out of his grasp.

''Nuh-uh. Must tame the kitty first,'' he responds with a wink.

Blaine leans in to kiss me, but he stops when he hears a knock on the door. My eyes widen and I try to push him off me, but he chooses to shift and he sits on my stomach.

''Owww! Get your fat ass off me!'' I say right when Carole appears in the bedroom.

''Oh wow, so much love in here,'' the woman jokes.

''Oh yes. BIG and FAT love,'' I grunt.

Blaine turns his head to look at me and he gives me a cheeky grin.

''Get ready for the family dinner, boys. We're leaving in five minutes,'' Carole says, and then she closes the door.

As soon as Carole is gone, I struggle to push Blaine off me – hey, he's not fat, but he's not lightweight either. Makes it very hard to breathe properly.

''Get oooooff!''

''Fiiine,'' Blaine sighs, slapping my thigh before he stood up.

''OW! YOU BASTARD!''

''I hope it'll leave a nice mark.''

Blaine sticks his tongue out at me and I narrow my eyes at him. He chuckles and he comes back on the bed, crawling over me as I sit up, and he places a swift kiss to my lips.

''Come on, let's get ready,'' he murmurs, smiling at me. ''But I don't think you have to get ready. You're already very presentable. You're beautiful as always,'' he adds, kissing the corner of my lips softly.

A shy smile spread my lips. How could I ever be mad at him? … I know, I already said that once.

''I still want to roleplay, though,'' I say with a pout.

''Mmh, we can still resume this later if you want.''

''Sounds great.''

Blaine smiles softly and he takes my hand before he gets up from the bed, dragging me with him as he does.

''Um, Blaine? Can we go there with your car instead of going with my parents?''

Blaine looks at me and he tilts his head, giving me a curious look.

''Sure. But… why?''

''You'll see,'' I respond with a small chuckle.

[Later that night]

Everybody is drunk except Blaine and me. Of course he would love to have a drink, but he is the designated driver so I forbid him to take anything. Me? Yes, I could drink… but I don't really like alcohol. Not my thing.

…

Okay. The real thing is that being drunk really doesn't fit me. It takes me almost nothing to get sick, and being hangover is the worst thing I've even experienced. I'm never drinking again. Nope. No effing way.

''I'm so happy my family likes you,'' I say when Blaine sits next to me on a couch.

''So am I. I really like them all… they're so nice!''

Blaine smiles at me and he leans in to press a soft kiss to my lips.

''Yeah, they are… but… do you mind if we leave now?'' I ask hesitantly.

''Why? Are you bored?'' Blaine asks curiously.

I chew on my bottom lip and I shrug slightly.

''I don't really like being around drunk people… and it's pretty late,'' I explain. ''And I don't want to stay here for the night like all of them. They're all gonna end throwing up everywhere and I don't want to wake up in vomit,'' I add, wincing in disgust.

Blaine scrunches his nose and he chuckles slightly.

''Okay. I don't mind leaving now,'' he says as he places a hand on my knee. ''Wait… does it mean we're having the house all to ourselves?''

I grin and I turn my head to look at him, nodding twice.

''It also means that we can eat whatever we want,'' I add, wiggling my eyebrows, knowing already how Blaine is going to react to this.

''Oh my shit. Chocolate and cookies and ice cream and whipped cream and all?''

''You're such a pig. But yes, all this stuff will be allowed without limit for tonight.''

Blaine licks his lips and he takes my hand, dragging me with him as he stands up.

''Oh my god, you're so eager to stuff your face with junk food,'' I laugh.

''So what? I am a growing teenager. I have all the rights on Earth to be starving.''

''Nuh-uh, you're a hungry hippo. It's not the same thing.''

''Psh.''
''No Blaine. Don't start.''

''Else what?''

''You're gonna get cock slapped.''

Blaine chuckles and I lead him toward the main door, not taking the time to tell my dad or Carole that we're leaving; they're way too drunk to understand a single thing anyway. We go back to Blaine's car without talking, just enjoying the silence now that we're outside.

[…]

''Home sweet home,'' I sigh as we enter the house.

''Food sweet food!''

I chuckle and I shake my head, rolling my eyes as Blaine drags me toward the kitchen – funny thing, he still has trouble finding the bathroom, but he always finds his way to the kitchen.

''What would you like first?'' I ask as I open the fridge and I grin when I feel two arms wrap themselves around my waist.

''I see something very interesting behind the milk.''

''Ha. I should have known that.''

I take the whipped cream out and I close the fridge, then I manage to turn around in Blaine's arms. When I start to shake the can, I notice that Blaine follows the movements of my hand.

''What?'' I say as I pour some cream in my mouth, and then I give Blaine a curious look.

Blaine looks into my eyes and he blinks slowly, and I literally see his pupils growing large. He stays silent for a little while before he finally speaks, his voice lower than it usually is.

''Do you think we could… go upstairs with that can of whipped cream?''