It all started one boring Saturday afternoon, a few months after Sam had officially moved in. Kurt had gone out with Blaine, Carole had gone out to run some errands, and Burt got called into the shop after one of the employees suffered an accident.

"I'm so bored!" Finn exclaimed as he threw himself on the living room couch.

"Dude, why don't you just go over to Rachel's?" Sam asked as he walked to the kitchen to pour himself some apple juice.

"Because her NYADA audition is in a few months and she's been rehearsing non-stop which means if I go over there, she's gonna force me to sit down and watch her perform over and over again," Finn's voice was mumbled from where his face was buried in the cushions, but Sam managed to understand every single word.

"Well," Sam nudged Finn's legs down from the couch and sat down next to him, "you got a PS4, right?"

"Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?" Finn finally sat up and looked over at Sam, who was giving him an 'are you serious, right now?' look, before realization dawned on him. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh.' Can you call Burt and ask him if the guys can come over? We can do a marathon and maybe Blaine can join us once he and Kurt get back from their date."

"Sure"

Hours later, Kurt and Blaine came home to find a huge bowl of Cheetos sitting on the floor with Sam, Finn, Artie, Puck and Mike surrounding it, and the coffee table pushed to the corner. Artie had lost the previous round which led to him sitting out while Mike took his controller and they all set up a new game.

Kurt stepped forward, "what's, uh, going on here?"

The guys all looked over and gave them a nod of recognition, but it was Finn who spoke, "oh, hey Kurt! Blaine. We're doing a gaming marathon."

Blaine seemed like he wanted to join in, but he looked at Kurt's slightly terrifying face and decided that now was not the time.

"Does dad know about this?"

"Burt? Yeah, he's cool with it. Hey, Blaine! Do you wanna join? You can take the next spot after whoever loses this round."

Both Kurt and Blaine were surprised that Finn was actually including Blaine in something for once so after a quick look between the two of them, it was settled that Blaine would join the guys, so long as he spent a little time with Kurt before leaving.

Kurt would later come to regret this decision as it was settled that night that this was to become a weekly tradition.

It all came to a head months later when Kurt came home from practicing with Rachel for their NYADA audition. As always, there was the bowl of Cheetos sitting on the floor with the guys surrounding it, the coffee table pushed out of the way. Only this time, Blaine, Artie, Sam, and Mike were playing while Finn and Puck were watching. What really pissed Kurt off, though, was the fact that none of the boys acknowledged his presence, not even his own boyfriend. The boys were too immersed in what was happening on screen that the front door opening and closing didn't register. Kurt rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen to find Carole cooking dinner and his father sitting on a barstool watching her. He dropped his bag on the stool next to his dad before giving him a hug, and kissing Carole on the cheek.

"Hey, sweetie, how was rehearsing with Rachel?" Carole asked as she flipped the chicken.

Kurt sighed, "it was fine, I mostly sat and watched her rehearse, but that's Rachel for you."

Burt snorted from where he was sitting. "Well, you gotta remember that she's not the only one auditioning, did you practice at all?" Carole questioned.

"Yeah, I did sing a little bit but honestly, I think it might be better if I just practice here. I was hoping Blaine could join me and give me notes but it seems like he's too busy so..." Kurt trailed off.

Burt piped up from where he was sitting, "they've been like that all day, I think it might do you some good to tear him away from the TV. Just remember to-"

Kurt cut him off, "'keep the door open.' Yes, I know. But I think I'm gonna head upstairs by myself, he seems like he's enjoying himself and I'm glad he gets along well with the guys, so I'll leave him be. For now."

Carole and Burt shared a look. "Well, if that's what you wanna do, we won't stop you. I'll call you down when dinner is ready," Carole smiled at Kurt before he nodded his head and headed upstairs.

Up in his room, Kurt could hear Puck shout profanities at the screen, along with Burt reprimanding him, and a chorus of 'sorry, Burt.' He chuckles softly to himself before remembering that Blaine's a part of the group. Suddenly he doesn't feel like rehearsing anymore.

He takes off his clothes, folding them up nicely, and changing into something more comfortable. Only the residents of the house, and Blaine, have seen Kurt in his "house clothes," which consist of a pair of sweats and Blaine's Dalton t-shirt. The guys are convinced that Kurt only wears complicated outfits, even at home, and he doesn't care enough to let them know otherwise.

Deciding he's not going to practice after all, he walks over to his bed and picks up the Vogue issue that he had sitting by his bed.

He's so immersed in the magazine that he almost doesn't hear the tentative knock on his door. Almost.

"Kurt?" He would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Come in!" He calls from his place on the bed.

"Hey," Blaine peeks around the door before opening it completely and walking over to him. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you earlier, I had no idea you'd come home until Carole told me to come get you for dinner."

He smiles and silently thanks Carole, reaching out to take his boyfriend's hand. "Kiss me, and you're forgiven."

Blaine grins. "Deal," he says before leaning in and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

Kurt doesn't think he'll ever get tired of kissing Blaine. There's something about it that makes his toes curl and his heart swell. Maybe it's because I love him, he thinks, smiling into the kiss. He feels Blaine pull back, but he's not done yet. He cups a hand around Blaine's neck to pull him back in, feeling Blaine's hands cupping his cheek. He tilts his head for a new angle, swallowing Blaine's gasp. Deciding it's probably a good idea to catch some air, he pulls away, both panting with swollen lips.

Blaine clears his throat, a blush high on his cheeks, "we should…we should go downstairs before they start suspecting something."

Kurt's eyes widen with realization, "right." He stands up, reaching his hand out to Blaine. Blaine takes it and they both head downstairs to find a table full of glee boys and Kurt's parents. Kurt looks to Blaine confusedly, waiting for an explanation.

"We decided to keep the marathon going after dinner, Burt gave us permission to stay until midnight, as long as we keep the noise down," Blaine explains under his breath, grabbing a plate for him and Kurt, and sitting down next to Sam.

Blaine's gonna stay until midnight… Kurt stores that information for later, sitting down on the other side of Blaine, next to Mike.

"Is Kurt Hummel wearing a t-shirt and…sweats?" Puck's voice cuts through Kurt's thoughts.

Kurt feels everyone's eyes on him, the guys looking him over in shock, Blaine and Carole looking over in concern, and Burt looking like he's ready to kick out anyone willing to make fun of him.

Kurt clears his throat, and reaches for the knife, calmly cutting his chicken. "Shut it, Puckerman."

The guys break out in laughter while Puck raises his hands, as if surrendering. Blaine looks proudly at his boyfriend, leaning over and whispering, "I think you look hot, especially in my clothes." Kurt shoots him a wink.

Dinner proceeds as a usual affair, the glee boys, save for Blaine, excusing themselves as soon as their plates were empty so they could head back to the living room. Once everyone is done, Kurt gathers everyone's plates, heading to the kitchen to clean up, Blaine trailing behind him.

"Carole and I are gonna head upstairs, remember to keep the noise down!" Burt calls out, making sure that everyone could hear him. A chorus of 'yes, Burt!' followed his statement. Burt popped his head in the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Blaine and his son being so domestic washing dishes. "Hey, Kurt?"

Kurt turns at the sound of his name being called, "yeah, dad?"

"Make sure the guys don't completely destroy the living room."

Kurt and Blaine share a soft laugh before Kurt turns to his dad and nods his head. Burt nods his head back, bidding goodnight to both boys and exiting the kitchen.

"I hope you don't mind that I'm spending so much time with the guys," Blaine spoke softly.

"It's okay. I know I haven't been the best person to be around lately, with me stressing over NYADA. And I'm glad you've found a place with the boys. I just wish I could be there with you; you know?" Kurt said as he passed over the last plate and turned off the sink, drying his hands.

"Don't say that, Kurt. You're an amazing person," Blaine drapes his arms around Kurt's neck and buries his head in Kurt's neck, placing a soft kiss. "I love you."

Kurt melts into Blaine's embrace. "I love you too," he tilts Blaine's face up and drops a kiss on his lips. "I suppose it wouldn't kill me to watch you play," he mutters against Blaine's face.

"Wait, really?" Blaine asks incredulously.

"Don't expect it to happen again," Kurt states, leading the two of them to the living room. The guys look at him in question, but he pays no mind, simply plopping down on the couch and forcing himself to pay attention to the screen. Blaine sits next to him, leaning his head on Kurt's shoulder, their hands intertwined.

About two hours later, Puck yells at the screen, the rest of them snapping at him to 'shut up before you get us kicked out.'

"Welp, guess this means Blaine and Sam are in," Mike declares as his character also dies on screen. Kurt keeps his protests to himself when he feels Blaine getting up and taking Mike's spot on the floor. If I can't be with my boyfriend, watching him is the next best thing, Kurt decides, focusing his energy on the gelled-hair boy sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Kurt never knew he had a thing for Blaine being aggressive. He realized this watching his boyfriend kill others on screen, muttering curses under his breath. Blaine's been in this match for a while, and while Kurt was content just watching his boyfriend play Call of Duty, now he wants Blaine to play with other things. Whoa! Where did that thought come from?

A few minutes later, Kurt starts getting restless. He glances at the clock under the TV, it's only ten o' clock. That gives us two hours, plenty of time, he thinks just as the match is over. Perfect. He heads over to where Blaine is sitting on the floor.

"Hey," he whispers for only Blaine to hear, "wanna head upstairs? I'm pretty sure my dad and Carole are asleep by now."

"I'd love to but, I didn't lose this round so I'm still in the game. Maybe later?" Blaine didn't get the hint.

"No, Blaine. I need you to come upstairs with me. Like, now." Hearing the urgency in Kurt's voice, Blaine glances over and recognizes the look in Kurt's face. Oh.

"Yeah. Yup, just let me tell the guys and I'm all yours." Blaine stumbles out, standing up with Kurt before addressing the guys. "Hey, um, I think I'm gonna spend some time with Kurt before I leave."

"Bullshit, Anderson. You're still in the game," Puck voiced.

"Just take my spot," Blaine offered, hoping Puck would go for it.

"Nah, dude. You gotta lose if you wanna leave, and not on purpose. That's how these things work." Sam piped up from his spot, all the guys nodding their head in agreement. Kurt tensed, ready to lash out at the guys for having the audacity to keep him from getting laid.

Puck seemed to pick up the sexual tension between Kurt and Blaine, and smirked. "How about a deal, princess?" He asked, fondly addressing Kurt.

"I'm listening," Kurt said skeptically.

"You take Blaine's spot, and if you win, you get to drag Blaine away for the night and do whatever it is you two do."

Kurt thought it over, the game seems easy enough. "You have a deal, Puckerman."

The guys all turn to him in surprise, including Blaine. There's no way he's actually gonna win seemed to be a collective thought. Blaine, on the other hand, seemed to have a one-track mind, my boyfriend's gonna kick their ass, and then he's gonna love my ass.

Artie handed Kurt a controller as they set up a new match, with Kurt on Blaine's spot. Blaine, Puck, and Mike watched intensely from the sidelines as the other four played.

After a very intense match, only silence could be heard. Kurt had just whooped everyone's ass in that game.

"Holy shit, Hummel." Puck breathed from his spot on the couch. Kurt smirked smugly before standing up and handing the remote back to Artie. Everyone stayed gaping at him from their spots in the living room, refusing to believe the fact that Kurt Elizabeth Hummel had just kicked their ass at Call of Duty.

Blaine recovered first, mumbling an "ohmygod, my boyfriend's so hot" that no one heard except for Kurt, whose smirk turned into a grin at that.

"Well, boys, that was fun. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go upstairs with my boyfriend." Kurt stated, dragging a stunned Blaine up to his room.

"Dude," Sam turned to Finn, "he's definitely gaming next time."

Hi, everyone! This is the first work I've written in a while and also the first work I've posted on here. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review and let me know your honest thoughts! I've never played Call of Duty so, sorry if it's not accurate. This was based off a headcanon I've had for a while, let me know if you wanna see more of these :)