"Baby," Blaine drawled, dragging his mouth up Kurt's jaw and pecking him gently on the lips as they fumbled toward the bed.
"No," Kurt said, his breath hitching a little.
"But I thought you liked it when I call you baby?" Blaine asked in a low voice, pressing forward until Kurt fell back against the pillows and climbing up after until he laid across him.
"Only when we're alone," Kurt corrected.
"Ah," Blaine nodded. "Honey?" He kissed his cheek and let his lips roam, placing feather light kisses over his face in between questions.
"No."
"Sweetie?" Nose.
"Nope."
"Cupcake?" Eyes.
"Ew."
"LOVEBUG!" He yelled triumphantly.
"Oh, ugh, gross," Kurt moaned, pushing Blaine off of him.
"Well what should I call you then?" Blaine laughed, propping himself up on one elbow.
"Kurt. I like Kurt."
"I like Kurt too," Blaine said softly, tracing his cheekbone with his fingertips.