Scrabble.

"You know, Blaine," Kurt laughed, "I figured we would spend our first night together since I moved, I don't know, not playing Scrabble."

Blaine shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "Well, I had reservations, but they didn't really pull through," he frowned, "The most I could get out of them was that someone else came in and bought our table."

"It's fine, Blaine," Kurt assured, "I was only kidding. Now, can you pass me the tiles?"

Blaine nodded and handed the small plastic bag to Kurt. Once Kurt had set up the seven letters neatly on the stand, he motioned for Blaine to start.

"D-O-G," Blaine spelled the word as he laid out the tiles, "Three letters."

"D-O-R-K," Kurt returned with a smirk, "Four letters."

"I take that to heart, Kurt," Blaine grasped his chest with a cute little pout and his signature puppy-eyes, "I'm forever wounded."

"So 'forever' is the knew 'three seconds,' yeah?" Kurt retorted.

Blaine replied with an indignant, "Hmmph," and set to work on the game once more. "R-A-I-N," he grinned.

"B-R-A-I-N-Y," Kurt countered, "Six letters, and a double word."

"Cheater," Blaine mumbled, ejecting his bottom lip and continuously turning over a tile with the letter 'Q' printed on it in his fingers as he stared at the board. After about five minutes, during which Kurt absorbed himself in the rerun of 'Desperate Housewives,' he said, "Pass."

"Alright," Kurt hummed while digging new tiles from the bag, "G-R-A-T-I-F-Y. Seven letters, triple word!"

Blaine scowled. "That's not fair, Kurt! You always beat me," he whined.

"Boo-hoo," Kurt laughed, placing his chin in his palm as he watched Blaine and waited. "Any day now, Anderson."

"K-O-U-R-A-G-E, seven letters and a double word! Ha."

"Nice try, Blaine," Kurt said and flicked the 'K' across the board.

Blaine watched the wooden tile fly across the room before he fell back, throwing an arm over his eyes and letting out a low groan. Kurt giggled a bit, crawling over and straddling Blaine's stomach, plopping down and earning an, "oof," from the boy on the bottom.

"You always win," Blaine whined again. He removed his arm from his eyes and gave Kurt his best pleading look. "Can't you let me win, just this once?"

"Even with the lack of practice, I'm still immune to your puppy eyes," Kurt laughed, toying with the hem of Blaine's shirt, "Besides, even if I tried to let you win, you'd still loose."

"Hey!" Blaine cried, folding his arms over his chest. He huffed, lower lip jutting outward once again, and muttered a dejected, "I quit."

Kurt chuckled, finally deciding that the shirt was better off as he eased it over his boyfriend's head. Blaine seemed surprised- pleasantly so.

"That's fine," Kurt stated simply, letting his fingers dance lightly across Blaine's chest, "There are much better things to reacquaint ourselves with than Scrabble."

A/N: Oh, Kurtie.

I like this one... like, a lot. :P I don't know for what reason, but it was cute. I think it's the pouty!Blaine and the straddling that's getting to me.

Thanks to karatekid1018. :D This prompt = me gusta.

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