Yeah, so the reason for the short, awkward drabbles lately is that I'm working on something... and I won't let you know what it is about until I see if it works out, because I'm a wuss.
Hula Hoop
"Hey Kurt!" Blaine calls gleefully when Kurt walks in the room. "Look what I got!"
"Is that a hula-hoop? Why do you have a hula-hoop?" Kurt stares at it like it's the weirdest thing he's even seen.
"To work out!" Blaine beams. "It was cheaper than a punching bag- which we don't have where to put anyway- and I thought, well, why not?"
"Because it's not really a workout," Kurt chuckles.
"Of course it is! It burns a ton of calories and it's really slimming."
Kurt kisses him and goes to sit on the couch. "You don't need to burn calories or slim down."
Blaine rolls his eyes. "I already got it. Better make use of it."
"Don't mind me," Kurt smirks and winks at him.
Blaine sticks out his tongue playfully and positions the hoop around his waist, making sure he's a reasonable distance away from everything, before shooting Kurt a smile and beginning to spin the hula-hoop.
Kurt bites back a smile and watches Blaine wiggling his hips like it's really fun or at least the best thing in the entire world.
Instead of saying something crude, because the moment really is too adorable to be ruined, he just takes his phone out, snapping pictures and films a ten-minutes-long video before Blaine suggests to teach Kurt how to use the hula-hoop himself and (after finding out Kurt's a natural) they switch positions.
They take turns spinning the hoop for the entire afternoon, and when Rachel and Santana get home they both laugh so hard they have tears running down their faces, and for weeks afterwards they can't even look at the innocent hula-hoop without laughing.