(AN: The only problem with writing gay couples is the pronouns. He kissed him and then he and him skipped off merrily to the land of same gender, same pronoun.)
Blaine wanted to smile. He also wanted to hit something (namely, the face of his damn father. How dare he? Call and bother Burt Hummel with this shit? Godda-well, anyway), but he did want to smile. How often do you get invited to have a slumber party with your boyfriend?
He chuckled. His father has been trying to keep him from being gay. He drove him to Kurt. Ironic, Blaine thought as he knocked gently on Kurt's bedroom door.
"Come in!" Kurt called. So Blaine did, quietly, still trying not to be upset. Blaine leaned against the doorframe, and Kurt didn't turn around. That is, until he caught a glimpse of Blaine in his mirror.
Kurt looked like he wanted to jump out his window, or hide his mask covered face in his pillow. Blaine grinned, "Cute pjs." If Kurt's face wasn't hidden by the goop of his mask, Blaine would have seen him blush.
"Well...Hi. I'm going to go wash my face and change my clothes to save myself from utter embarrassment. Make yourself at home." Blaine nodded, trying to suppress his grin, as he watched Kurt walk away.
"Nice Orlando Bloom poster!" Blaine called to Kurt through the closed bathroom door. "I was 12, it was a phase." Kurt called back, voice muffled through the door and running water.
"No, really. I like it. His curly brown locks... brown eyes...little bit of stubble. You know, he looks familiar some how." Blaine smirked smugly, and sat down on Kurt's bed. Which felt a little bit naughty, but he tried to ignore it. Kurt came out of the bathroom, toweling his face dry.
"Ha ha, you are so witty. Not to mention, arrogant." Kurt quipped. Blaine turned Kurt's fake-exaggerated-pout on him, and Kurt smiled. "But maybe you have a point," Kurt continued, "I might have a bit of a type."
Blaine laughed, and Kurt gracefully,well, plopped down onto the bed, legs crossed. He scooted to be sitting right next to blaine, tilted his head, and looked at him through the corner of his eye.
"So, what brings you to Casa Kurt?" Kurt smiled, and blaine let out a deep breath. "...Is something wrong, Blaine?" Kurt leaned closer. Blaine touched his hand. "Blaine?"
Blaine took one last steadying breath and intertwined their fingers.