I'm eating M&M's. That's all the explanation you're gonna get for this fluffy piece.
Delicious
When Kurt came back from work, Blaine was loudly chewing something, lounging on the couch and watching The Princess Bride for the thousandth time. He looked up when he heard the door shutting, and smiled immediately.
"Hi! You're home early," he beamed at Kurt, who dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes, and came into the living room to kiss him hello.
"Mm, you taste like chocolate. Whatcha eating?" He shoved Blaine none too carefully to allow himself get on the couch as well, curling up at Blaine's side and pecking his lips.
Blaine pointed to the bag on the coffee table. "M&M's."
Kurt kissed him again, slipping his tongue inside to chase the strong flavor of bittersweet chocolate. Blaine laughed and pulled back.
"The bag's right there, there's no need to try and eat them from my mouth."
Kurt licked his lips. "Ah, but you see, your lips are almost as delicious as the M&M's, and so having them both at the same time is much better than each on their own."
"Almost as delicious, huh?" Blaine cackled, quickly rolling over- to Kurt's squeal- and bracing himself over Kurt's body.
"Mmhmm," Kurt smirked back.
"Well then…" Blaine smirked, too, slowly sat back onto his heels, and yelled, "Tickle war!" before darting downwards and starting to tickle mercilessly at Kurt's sides, making him shriek and squirm under him.
"No no no Blaine oh my god stop it no," cried Kurt, wheezing with laughter.
Blaine's hands went up Kurt's and then back down as he avoided Kurt's flailing hand that tried to get him. "Say that my lips are tastier than M&M's!" he grabbed one of Kurt's legs, quite viciously, and started tickling his foot.
"Okay okay!" called Kurt, trying to fight back and failing. "Your- your lips are tastier than M&M's!"
Blaine set down Kurt's leg, and leaned forward to kiss his pursed lips. "Thank you."
Kurt grasped him and pulled him down, and he fell with an 'oomph'. "Bastard," he muttered, and pulled Blaine even closer to get another taste of his lips.
Let's play "can you find the unintentional reference", shall we?