The only sound in the Anderson household was the steady drum of Blaine's fingers on his computer keys. He was hard at work on a long, difficult essay for English class. After procrastinating for hours, he was finally in the zone – completely focused. His concentration was broken very quickly by his doorbell ringing. He groaned and put his face in his hands. Maybe the person at the door would go away…but no, the doorbell rang again. He stood and stomped downstairs and flung open the door.
Kurt's smiling face greeted him.
He groaned. "Kurt, I was so focused, and I was getting stuff done," Blaine moaned.
Kurt's face dropped. "I'm sorry. I know you've been busy and really stressed, so I stopped by to bring you these." Kurt presented a bouquet of spring flowers from behind his back.
Blaine took them and felt very guilty. "Kurt, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you," Blaine said.
"Eh, it's fine. Like I said, you're stressed," Kurt shrugged.
Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips. "I'm so lucky to have found a lover like you," he said. "Come on inside."
Kurt followed Blaine into the house and up to his room, where he surveyed the papers and books strewn on the desk and the floor. "Sit," Kurt said to Blaine.
Blaine sat, and Kurt started rubbing his shoulders and neck. "That feels nice," Blaine said quietly.
"Relax," Kurt said.
Soon enough, Blaine felt Kurt's hot breath on his neck and their lips met. Needless to say, Blaine's essay was not finished right away.