"My body is a desert," Blaine panted as he walked into the choir room.
"And your brain is a dork," Kurt replied, not looking up until he saw Blaine's hand close around the water bottle that sat next to his chair. "Hey!" Blaine held up one finger as he tipped the bottle back, draining half of it before he handed it back to Kurt.
"I didn't drink it all, calm down," he smiled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Well I don't want it now," Kurt scowled. "Your mouth's been all over it."
"Really?" Blaine asked, head cocked to the side in that adorably infuriating way as he stared at Kurt like he was waiting for him to understand one of his dumb jokes.
"What?" Kurt snapped. "I don't know where your mouth's been."
"Actually," Blaine raised an eyebrow and leaned down, speaking directly into Kurt's ear. "I'm pretty sure you know exactly where my mouth has been." He pressed a kiss to Kurt's slowly blushing cheek before settling into the neighboring chair with a smirk.