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"I have no idea what I ever did to deserve you." Blaine was laying on Kurt's bed as Kurt packed for nationals.
"Mhm, me neither," Kurt said giggling playfully, "now for something important-the black skinny jeans, or boot cut?"
"Oh definitely the skinny jeans-they show off your best asset." Blaine playfully gave Kurt's behind a pat.
"You're just jealous of my perfect little ass," Kurt said, wiggling his hips teasingly.
"Dudes! Too much-okay?"
Neither of the two boys had noticed Finn lurking outside Kurt's bedroom.
"Finn! What do you want? If it's not important, just don't ask."
"It's important-do you think two pairs of jeans and three t-shirts are enough for Nationals?"
Kurt's jaw dropped and Blaine started giggling uncontrollably.
"Maybe for the first day Finn? Didn't anyone teach you how to pack?"
"We'll only be gone like 5 days! And I'm wearing a tux or black pants and a dress shirt for performances."
"Finn-at least four pairs of jeans and six t-shirts, now OUT!"
Kurt slammed the door behind Finn, before opening it a crack, remembering his dad's rule.
"I wonder how that boy gets out the door in the morning," Kurt said, rolling his eyes, "and what are you laughing at Mr. Anderson?"
"You…you're just so amazing," Blaine said, still getting over his fit of giggles over Finn's predicament, "I'm in such deep like with you-how am I going to survive the 5 days?"
"You survived them fine when you were at Dalton."
"That was different! I had stuff to occupy me."
"Audition Blaine…"
"I can only practice for so many hours before I go hoarse! Plus you have the best ways to break up practice time…"
"BLAINE! We can't talk about that when my dad's in the house!"
"What? It's not like we did anything that would make him chop my…"
"Blaine Anderson, if you continue, I will confiscate that appendage."
"Sheesh, I was just kidding! I'll miss you though."
"I'll miss you too. But we'll call and text, right?"
"Right!"
Blaine pressed his forehead to Kurt's, breathing "I will be counting down the seconds until you get back."
"Me too Blaine, me too," Kurt kissed Blaine softly, "Now help me pack!"
Three hours later, Burt Hummel decided to venture upstairs, figuring it was finally safe because Kurt would be done packing. Instead, he found the two boys laying on Kurt's bed, snuggled up watching Beauty and the Beast. Blaine's head was on Kurt's chest, and Kurt looked happier than Burt could remember seeing for a while. Maybe he'd let them stay like this for a little while, before he decided to put the fear of God into Blaine.