"Kurt? Kuuuuurrrrrrrt?" Blaine called as he roamed the house.
Kurt pressed his fist to his mouth to stifle his giggling as Blaine passed by once, twice, three times. He heard fading footsteps and Blaine's voice was further away, in the living room, then growing louder, closer again. Shoes reappeared in his eyeline and he heard Blaine's muttered confusion. A fresh wave of laughter hit Kurt and he breathed in sharply. Blaine's legs bent into view as he crouched down, pulling back the bedskirt with one hand.
"Oh, there you are," Blaine grinned, helping Kurt slide out from under the bed and pulling him to his feet. "I've been looking for you forever."
"I know," Kurt smiled, kissing him on the nose. "You're it." Blaine darted from the room as Kurt started to count.