I really cannot make any excuses. I'm a horrible person. I'm so sorry about my lack of updating, my life has been really hectic lately and - oh you don't to hear my inadequate excuses. The gist is - I'm terribly sorry. Forgive me?

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RockBand Catastrophe

Thud.

"Ouch!" Kurt yelped, clutching his head. He hurriedly smoothed out his now-rumpled hair. He chucked the pillow back at David's giggling form. He glared daggers at the dark-skinned Warbler as Wes waved his finger at him.

"Now Kurt," he chided, not bothering to hold in his laughter. "You knew what to expect when you accepted the invitation."

"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure why I even came," Kurt grumbled. "Especially after what happened last time."

Blaine chuckled, dropping a kiss on his boyfriend's head. "Don't worry – no Sharpies this time."

"There better not be," he said, a dark look taking over his features.

"Oh, lighten up, Kurt," Wes chirped. "I thought you looked pretty good with a mustache."

"I looked ridiculous."

"I thought it was cute," Blaine whispered, nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck. Kurt felt a shiver run up his spine.

"Get a room!" Nick teased.

"Don't mind if we do," Blaine said loudly. Kurt felt him smile against his throat. Blaine pressed a kiss to his shoulder, skimming his lips up and down his neck. Kurt's pulse quickened. He tangled his fingers into Blaine's curly locks and tugged his face closer to his. He heard Wes and David make fake retching sounds and smiled against Blaine's lips.

"Please continue your face-eating session elsewhere, I would like to keep my dinner down."

Kurt pulled away, scowling at a smirking Wes. Blaine squeezed his fingers lightly and bent down to whisper in his ear.

"We'll pick this up later." He winked at him, and Kurt's heart fluttered in his chest.

That boy will be the death of me.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" asked Jeff, looking around the room.

"RockBand!" chorused Wes and David together. They rushed toward the closet and pulled out the plastic set of instruments.

"I call drums!" yelled Wes.

"Well then I get guitar," countered David.

"I'm the singer, as usual," said Blaine, throwing a wink over his shoulder at his boyfriend.

"I don't feel like playing," Jeff yawned, stretching his arms over his head. "I'm gonna hit the hay."

"Me too," Nick agreed, spreading his bedding across the floor.

"That leaves bass guitar for you, Kurt!" David said merrily.

"I always have to play bass," Kurt grumbled.

"That's because you're so good at it, Kurt," said Wes. Kurt crossed his skinny jean-clad legs and folded his arms across his chest.

"What if I don't want to play bass?" Kurt demanded, his brow arched.

"Kurt.. Kurt you have to play bass," David stammered.

Kurt considered this for a moment. "No."

"Kurt, you can't just break up the band like this!" exclaimed Wes. "Where would Wes and the Warblers be without their lead bassist?"

"Wes, I told you, that's not our name - "

"Not now, David!" Wes held a hand up. "We have more important matters to discuss."

"Wes, it's just a game - " Blaine started.

"Just a game, Blaine? Just a game? Is our friendship just a game, too? Because I thought we had something special!"

"Wes - "

"No, forget it. Come on, David. We're obviously not wanted here." Wes threw open the door and stormed out, David hot on his heels. Kurt and Blaine stared at each other, baffled.

"What was that all about?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shrugged. "No idea. He's always been a bit of a drama queen." He offered the plastic guitar to him. "Want to play anyways?"

"Sure."

Jeff cracked an eye open. "They gone yet?"

"Yep."

"Oh, good. I hate playing with Wes and David. They always get so involved in it." he commented.

"Yeah, they're really intense about it. Kind of freaky, really," added Nick.

Kurt and Blaine shared a look.

"Yeah, we know."

This drabble was for the lovely Ashtini. I apologize for the wait, and hope it was to your liking!