Hey Miranda. ;)
Laundry Day
He's totally earned this, Kurt's thinking to himself. He's had the most tiring day, running from the Vogue offices to NYADA and back again, so now he's allowed to sit around and watch as his lovely fiancé cleans.
Especially because it's laundry day, and Blaine is wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts, ducking to sort the piles of clothes on the floor. Kurt can see the bottom of Blaine's buttcheeks, and he's definitely happy where he is on the couch.
"I can feel you staring at me," Blaine says.
"My sexy fiancé is walking around the house in practically nothing and I'm supposed not to stare?" Kurt asks, admiring the dimple in the small of Blaine's back. The muscles move under his skin as he picks up clothes and throws them to a different pile.
"You could be making dinner," he points out. "We've been having takeout for dinner for almost a week."
Kurt hums as Blaine's muscles clench under the shorts. "I'm lazy. I just want to sit here and look at your sexy butt."
He laughs, shaking his head. "As you wish," he says with a wiggle of said butt. "Just call the Thai place while you're at it, I'm really hungry."
"Ooh-"
"Actually hungry for food, Kurt."
Kurt sighs, and picks up his phone.