Blaine was worried Rachel and Kurt would continue bickering the rest of the evening, but Mercedes was a good buffer, he observed amusedly; both Kurt and Rachel behaved better when Mercedes was in the room for some reason. Overall Monday night dinner went off well, with Artie making everyone laugh with crazy film school stories and Sam busting out a few new impressions he'd been working on and now deemed shareable.
Usually on a Monday night dinner there was a lot of lingering after everyone had finished eating, but Blaine was staying over tonight and now had very little patience for it. Sam and Mercedes had volunteered to do the dishes and Artie was patiently listening to Rachel's Funny Girl gossip on the couch, and it wasn't five minutes before he put aside any shame and pulled his fiancé aside.
"Ready for bed?" he whispered.
Kurt stifled a laugh.
"What?" Blaine pouted.
"Guess you're eager tonight."
"Always. You know that."
"They'll be leaving soon—" Kurt dismissed.
"Come on, they don't care," Blaine argued, pulling his fiancé close in his arms and kissing his cheek.
"Hey, we've talked about this," Kurt scolded mildly, "Not with people in the living room."
"Sam slept on the couch for months and I seem to recall having my way with you a few times back then," Blaine teased.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. Awake people."
"Sometimes he was awake, just distracted with noisy video games."
"Yeah—one, video game coma isn't the same as awake. And two, I don't particularly remember sneaking around Sam's presence to have been particularly sexy."
"Well, I'm hurt, those were all very special moments to me-" Blaine teased, boldly reaching to give Kurt's butt a squeeze, drawing a gasp and then a reproachful look from his fiancé.
"Behave," Kurt admonished.
"I think Kurt and I are going to hit the books," Blaine announced to the room, ignoring him. "Big test tomorrow," he added, pulling him into the bedroom and flipping on the white noise machine before their chuckling friends could barely say good night.
Kurt continued to give Blaine a judgey look, but obliged by pulling the privacy curtain closed. "I know, you've been waiting a while," he said, low, with a roll of his eyes.
"Yes, we are overdue," Blaine replied pointedly.
Kurt smiled slow, indulging in looking Blaine over a moment. Then he kissed Blaine's gentle smile. "I've missed you too. I suppose I can't hold you off much—" he stopped short.
"What?" Blaine asked, concerned.
"Shit, we forgot to do the app."
Blaine slumped. "You're right." He thought about making an argument that there were more pleasurable ways of getting exercise, but figured he'd already been pressing his luck a bit.
Kurt sighed, looking at Blaine. "The things I do for you sometimes," he said, shaking his head.
Resigned, Blaine took out his phone.
"No, you know what?" Kurt stopped him. "I'll do it. Ten minutes and then I promise you can ravage me however you like. But you already did more abs work so far this week anyway going to class. You can skip it tonight."
Blaine's jaw dropped. "I—Kurt, you don't have to—"
"I want to. Make up to you for being kind of a jerk this weekend. And it's fair, right? I may have been sick, but you still put in some more time on this than you now. I should catch up to you a bit at least."
"We could—do it after—"
"No, just me. That's an order, young man."
Blaine chewed his lip. "I-it was just one class, Kurt. It's not like—"
Kurt grinned at him, taking his shirt off. "I know you're just disappointed because you'd planned to get me naked as quickly as possible, so I'll at least do it this way, how's that?"
Blaine laughed. "You're a tease. You could at least wait until after I ravage you, you know."
"Gotta get creative with foreplay, right?" Kurt whispered, before giving Blaine a quick kiss on the mouth before turning on his phone and starting the app.
Blaine shook his head, watching Kurt start his calisthenics. He felt a bit guilty but he certainly didn't mind the view, or the opportunity not to have to do any abs work tonight himself, truth be told.