My dad does not realize two things: A- Gravity is a scary movie, B- I'm the biggest wuss on the planet.
These things do not go well together, and I am traumatized for life.
Thriller
The first (and last) time Blaine let Kurt picked the movie, he chose a thriller.
They wanted to be thrilled, right?
Kurt read good reviews about it and Santana recommended it too- which wasn't a good sign, in retrospect- but Blaine was hesitant.
And Blaine was not wrong.
Ten minutes into the movie, his face was buried in Kurt's shirt and he whimpered whenever there was any louder-than-usual noise. Kurt was holding him, twitching in discomfort himself.
"You are never picking the movie again," whined Blaine, and made a small, high-pitched noise at the next booming sound.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! We should've just watched T- oh my god, no, no, no!" he called, closing his eyes to shield himself from the bloody images on the screen and fumbling blindly for the remote, turning the TV off quickly.
Blaine breathed in relief. "I think I'm scarred for life. I'm not sleeping tonight."
"Good, so you can hold me while I don't sleep either."
There was a loud ring and they both jumped, cursing and clutching each other, until they realized it was just Blaine's phone informing everyone a message was received.
"Fuck," said Kurt.
"Fuck," agreed Blaine. "Can we not turn the lights off tonight?"
"I don't know about you, I want the lights on for the next week."
"Deal."