I wanna hold him like they do in Texas plays.
Kurt and Blaine sat across from each other, staring the cards in their hands. A pile of marshmallows, Oreos, sticks of gum, and a few subway passes with a dollar or two on them sat between them. It was thundering and pouring rain outside, and the cable and Internet were knocked out.
"I'll match your marshmallows, and I'll raise you a subway pass," Blaine said.
Kurt's cheeks flushed rosy red behind his cards and he bit his lips, trying to hide a smile.
Blaine sighed. "Kurt, poker's no fun when you're basically giving your cards away to me," he said.
"I can't help it! I'm a terrible liar!" Kurt said.
Blaine put down his cards. "Well, we've played Go Fish, Crazy Eights, and Old Maid, and they have all ended like this. What should we do now?" Blaine asked.
"I know what we should do," Kurt said. He nudged Blaine's foot under the table.
"Kurt, Rachel's sleeping," Blaine said. Now, it was his turn for his cheeks to turn red.
"So? She was practicing her big solo while we were sleeping this morning," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled. "I'm in!" he said. They skipped off to the bedroom, maybe a little closer to the wall that connected to Rachel's room.