I've slept for fifteen hours out of the past eighty two. Tomorrow night's authors note will more than make up for this lack of words though.

From Mariekejee: Kurt doesn't like to be tickled, so tries to distract Blaine while he's tickling Kurt. And he finds there's only one possible distraction.

Tickled

The first time ended up being far too unintentionally hilarious for Kurt. But really, Blaine had brought it upon himself.

Kurt just hadn't realized how touchy feely his boyfriend was, was all. Sure, Blaine liked giving hugs and holding hands but he had done all of those things when they were just friends too, they were an expected part of spending time with Blaine and Kurt had quickly gotten himself used to it. And yes, he probably should have known that dating would bring an added element of touching, but since Blaine hadn't kissed him or done anything of the sort yet, Kurt hadn't anticipated it.

Plus, that was kind of the last thing Kurt had expected to happen. Blaine just didn't seem like... well, a tickler. Yes, he had his childish moments - and had far more of them than Kurt ever did, that was for sure - but he usually stuck to simple teasing. They had both been hurt by actions in the past and Kurt was sure it was part of the reason they weren't too physical with each other just yet. As their relationship built, light nudges and elbows to ribs were being included, but nothing on the scale of actually hurting or irritating each other with their actions.

So when one of their usual arguments over artists and albums had gotten a little too heated and Kurt had - playfully of course - accused Blaine of being a 'caveman of modern music', Blaine giving a mock gasp and digging his fingers into Kurt's sides had been quite the shock. Shocking enough, in fact, that Kurt had shrieked loud enough for half of Dalton to hear and slapped his boyfriend. Hard.

Across the face.

Blaine's hand flew to his cheek, Kurt's to his own mouth. They stared at each other for a few stunned seconds before Kurt began to giggle helplessly. "Oh, you should see your face right now!"

"I can't feel my face," Blaine retorted huffily. "Was that really necessary?"

"You startled me! I can't help my reactions!"

Blaine pouted. "Are you seriously that ticklish?"

"Don't know," Kurt responded cheerfully. "Nobody's ever tried."

"Then what was that for?"

"You should know better than to sneak up on me!"

Blaine's jaw dropped and he simply gaped at Kurt for a few seconds who just patiently watched him. "I'm right in front of you!"

Kurt shrugged. "Semantics."

The second time was just unfair.

Blaine had clearly learned his lesson and this time when the need so clearly arose for him to tickle Kurt - and really, Kurt had only threatened to dump water on his head, it was a completely unjustified reaction - Kurt found his hands pinned behind his own back, Blaine's weight against his body to stop him from getting up and - oh hell, he was ticklish. Desperately so.

"No!" Kurt shrieked, the complaint turning into laughter as he tried desperately to wriggle free of Blaine's grasp. But his boyfriend held on, continuing to tickle Kurt's sides, taking far too much delight in torturing his helpless boyfriend. All Kurt could do was feebly protest while trying and failing not to laugh because that would indicate enjoyment and there was no way that Kurt was enjoying this.

His pleas to be let up were ignored, Blaine clearly taking great enjoyment in making him suffer. He only stopped when Kurt somehow managed to spit out a threat of kicking Blaine where it hurt if he didn't stop, amidst laughter, gasps of breath and the hiccups he had developed from laughing too hard. Apparently that was a threat Blaine took seriously.

His smirk didn't disappear for quite some time though, not even when he was ignored and snubbed for the rest of the night by a still-sulking Kurt. It took several apologies, promises to never do that again - ones that Kurt just knew would be broken anyway - and helping Kurt to get rid of his persistent hiccups before Kurt would finally talk to Blaine again, let alone forgive him.

And okay, maybe they spent the rest of the evening cuddling after that but he wasn't that hard to buy. Not really.

Third time's the charm and Kurt was convinced that Blaine wasn't going to get away with it. Because revenge was a dish Kurt Hummel knew how to serve and he could serve it well. Maybe he had no control over when Blaine decided that a tickle war was in order - and yes, he actually called them that now to Kurt's eternal disbelief - but he could control what he did in response.

It was time for Blaine to get a taste of his own medicine.

Now all Kurt needed to do was antagonize his boyfriend, keep a clear head and turn the tables as soon as possible. After all, there was no way that Kurt was the only ticklish one in this relationship and it was time for Blaine to see how it felt.

It was surprisingly easy to wind Blaine up but the boy had been in a playful mood for most of the day, elbowing Kurt during Warbler rehearsal and winking at him whenever Wes wasn't looking their way (and occasionally when he was). It was pretty much tradition for them to hang out in the choir room for awhile on a Tuesday once the other boys had vacated since they both had a free period at that time, and today was no exception. "So," Blaine said once the others were gone, kicking his legs over Kurt's lap despite his squark of protest, "what did you think of the song selections?"

"I'm still waiting for the day that the Council suddenly realizes that the joke I made about your medley of Pink songs was actually a 'good' idea," Kurt said, finger quotes and all.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "I for one think it is an excellent idea."

Kurt smirked. "Darling, I hate to say it, but the songs weren't exactly designed for your gender… or social status. No matter how hard you try, you will never be 'gangsta'"

And today that was all it took. Blaine pounced, trying to trap Kurt and tickle him but this time Kurt was prepared. "No way!" he shrieked, grabbing Blaine's hands and pushing him so Blaine was trapped underneath him. "It's your turn, Anderson!"

Blaine didn't look concerned in the slightest and Kurt really should have taken that as a warning. But he was too caught up in his smug superiority as his fingers dug at Blaine's sides, waiting… waiting…

"Oh, you are kidding me!"

"Nope," Blaine said, smirking. "Not ticklish at all. But we can't waste a perfectly good tickle war so I'd better -"

Kurt shrieked again as Blaine's fingers effortlessly found his most ticklish spots. Collapsing back into the couch bonelessly, Kurt attempted to get control of himself for long enough to lower himself to begging. "Please? This is - no! - no, this is so not fair!"

He had to do something. Not only was this veering on the edge of painful but Blaine was getting that look, that superiority complex look that Kurt hated - of course Blaine would never truly think he was better than Kurt but he would be rubbing this in Kurt's face for a long time if Kurt didn't stop him.

Distract him.

How?

You know how.

The second the thought flashed into his mind, Kurt freed his hands, grabbed Blaine's face and kissed him.

Blaine stopped immediately, fingers freezing against Kurt's sides before sliding up to his face, tangling in his hair and Blaine was kissing him back and it so didn't matter that they hadn't done this before, not when Blaine's lips fit his so perfectly and -

And Blaine pulled away. Kurt whined unashamedly as their lips parted, pouting up at him. "Why?"

"You just did that to stop me tickling you," Blaine said, one eyebrow raised. "Do you really think I'm that easily bought?"

"Let's see," Kurt said innocently. "Blaine, you have a choice. Tickle war or kissing." Three seconds later and Blaine's lips were against his again, Kurt chuckling softly into the kiss. "I knew you were easy," he pulled away long enough to whisper before attaching their mouths again.

The next time Blaine broke away was more out of necessity - oxygen was prevalent to live and living meant more kissing and Kurt could see the logic if he really thought about it. "That's what's going to happen every time you try to tickle me," he explained, sitting up and straightening his blazer. "And I can see those hands," he added without looking up. "Tickle me for the sole purpose of getting a kiss and you die."

Blaine dropped his hands and sighed dramatically. "How am I supposed to get a kiss then?"

Kurt couldn't resist. "Generally you use your lips and point them in the direction of someone else's and just lean in and hope you don't hit an eye or something."

"Why am I dating you again?"

"Because you love me?" Blaine hummed in agreement and Kurt's heart skipped a beat because they hadn't gone there, not yet, and they weren't going to. Later, maybe, but not now. "And because I'm a good kisser."

"I think that one needs more testing," Blaine murmured, leaning back in.

MusicalEscape:

"...Blaine? What happened to your hands?"

"Well... I gelled my hair, and then I went to put a cake in the oven, and, well, gel is really flammable... they're minor burns, but it ruined my cake D:"

"...you only care about the cake?"

"It was going to be a chocolate cake, Kurty!"