Kurt and Blaine sat on the couch in Kurt's living room. The lights were out and "Singing in the Rain" was playing on the television. The boys were snuggled up under a huge comforter, entangled in each other's arms. Every time a song would come on, they would both hum quietly to themselves, but they would never look away from the screen.
"This is nice," Kurt commented.
"I don't want to move," Blaine said. He snuggled into Kurt's shoulder. His lashes tickled Kurt's neck.
There was only about half an hour left in the movie when the phone rang. Kurt moaned loudly, but he didn't move, hoping whoever was calling would hang on. The phone kept ringing. "I'll get it, I guess," Kurt said. He pulled himself away from Blaine and off the couch to answer the phone. "Hello?" he said into the receiver. He was sure to put an annoyed undertone in his voice.
"Hello, is this the Hummel residence?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yes," Kurt said.
"Sir, we are conducting a survey on the current healthcare crisis…" the voice rambled on and on as Kurt felt his anger at whoever this idiot on the phone was increase.
"You're interrupting my date. I'm hanging up now," he barked. He slammed the receiver back into the cradle and stomped back to Blaine.
"Who was it?" Blaine asked.
"Some survey," he replied. "They interrupted our date." Kurt plopped angrily back onto the couch. "Where were we?" he asked.
Blaine snuggled back up to Kurt and helped tuck the comforter back around him. "I believe we were right about here," he said. Soon enough, they were perfectly snug and enjoying the movie again.