"Kurt, this isn't funny anymore!" Blaine yelled. As hard as he tried, he couldn't be serious and he burst into a fit of giggles. The image in front of him was priceless: Kurt was skipping around his and Rachel's loft, carrying Blaine's suitcase around, strewing Blaine's luggage everywhere, piece by piece. Blaine was forced to run after him in his boxer shorts and a tank top, his pajamas from the night before. "My train leaves in an hour!" Blaine yelled as he picked up a pair of plaid boxer shorts off of the floor and threw them on top of the growing pile of clothes over his other arm. It was early in the morning on a Sunday and Blaine needed to get back to Lima for school the next day.
"You can't leave without your clothes!" Kurt teased, waving a blue bowtie in the air before dropping it on the floor in front of him. By now, the suitcase was almost empty and Blaine was struggling to hold onto his clothes. Kurt jumped up and stood on his bed, dangling the last item above Blaine's head: a pair of khaki pants. Blaine grabbed for it, but Kurt pulled it away, causing Blaine to lose his balance and fall onto the bed laughing. "You're so coordinated. It's no wonder they're letting you dance in Glee club now," Kurt said, laughing. Blaine gave him a glare, but then the mood changed quickly.
"I really don't want to leave, Kurt," Blaine said sadly.
"I don't want you to leave, either," Kurt said, rubbing Blaine's back. "I mean, we had so much fun this weekend."
"What do you say to a little more fun?" Blaine asked, a slightly evil smirk emerging on his face.
"I mean, your pants are already off…" Kurt couldn't even finish his sentence before Blaine pounced on him with kisses. Needless to say, Blaine had to take a later train back to Lima.