When Finn Hudson woke up on the morning of their competition in New York, he was quite surprised to find he was the first one up. Kurt was such an early bird. Puck was on the bed next to Finn, as far away as he could get from the other boy without actually falling off the thing. He was drooling on his pillow. Finn took a picture with his phone. When he glanced over to the other bed, he fully expected to see Kurt and Blaine half naked, would around each other and all clingy.

What he saw was much different and kind of made him laugh.

Blaine was curled up on the side of the bed closest to the window, completely clothed. It looked like the couple had kicked the blankets to the bottom of the bed sometime in the middle of the night and Blaine was shivering. Kurt (also fully clothed) was sprawled out like a damn starfish on his back, one hand hanging off the edge of the bed and the other was stretched out, with his hand in Blaine's hair. Well, it was sort of in his hair; really it was half on his face and Finn was surprised Blaine could actually sleep with Kurt's hand on his face and Kurt's leg pressed up under his butt.

He watched as Blaine gave a harsh shudder. The boy must have been cold. Finn knew he himself was freezing. But he saw that somehow, maybe Kurt wasn't completely asleep, but Kurt moved his hand to twine properly in Blaine's bed hair. He then proceeded to turn sleepily, reaching out for Blaine, and tugged Blaine into the middle of the bed with him, spooning him completely. He heard Blaine give a tiny, satisfied little sigh and then that was that.

Huh.

For some reason, such a silly little action warmed Finn's heart.

He was really glad that Kurt had Blaine. They really seemed to love each other. Kurt deserved that.

Finn snuck out of bed, glad to be the first one awake so he could shower before anyone else.

"Kurt. You guys gotta get up."

Kurt vaguely recognized someone calling his name but it was so nice and warm here and it smelled like Blaine. He didn't want to wake up.

"Dude, you only have thirty minutes to get ready."

Kurt sat up so quickly that he startled Blaine awake as well.

"THIRTY MINUTES?" Kurt squeaked. "I can't get ready in – why didn't you wake me before?"

"I tried," Finn told him. "You almost slapped me."

"Well you should have let me slap you and woken me up anyway!"

Kurt jumped out of bed, leaving behind a confused sleepy Blaine as he rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Uh…I'm gonna go down with Puck and get breakfast. Did you…want me to like, get you some coffee or something?"

Blaine nodded tiredly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with balled fists. "Yeah," Blaine said, still not fully awake. "Thanks, Finn."

"Sure," Finn said happily. "We'll see you guys in the lobby."

Blaine nodded again and let his head fall back to the pillow.

Finn had to wonder how Blaine dealt with Kurt being such a morning person.

"Here, I got you both some," Finn said when Kurt and Blaine met their group in the lobby, handing them each a large travel sized cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Finn," Kurt said, slightly stunned. "I…listen, I'm sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I didn't mean – I was just tired and I-"

"No, dude, it's cool," Finn said, pulling the strap of his bag that held his performance costume higher on his shoulder. "I get it. I shouldn't have…I just…"

"I understand," Kurt said with a smile. He held out his fist awkwardly and Finn smiled like a damn puppy dog and pounded his own fist against Kurt's.

"Okay, guys, let's get on the bus!" Mr. Schuester called, shoving a bunch of papers in his bag.

The drive to the theatre where the competition was to be held had Kurt wriggling in his seat like an excited child. Everything was just…huge and there were so many people on the streets and everything was so busy and it was just a city full of life and lights and loads of things to do.

"We'll get to see the condo today," Blaine said, nudging his boyfriend's shoulder.

Kurt shot him a smile and turned back to his sightseeing.

When they arrived at the theatre, Kurt was positively smitten with this city. He was so glad he and Blaine could live in a place as fantastic as this one. An attendant led the group through the theatre lobby, through a set of doors, and down a long hallway filled with dozens of teenagers from other schools who were flitting back and forth between rooms as they got ready to perform. The attendant showed them to their two designated dressing rooms, informing them that they were slated to perform at eleven twenty, promptly, and they had until that time to get dressed, warm up, rehearse in a smaller stage behind the main stage, and watch other groups perform.

"That's only a little over two hours from now," Mr. Schue said. "So hurry up and get changed so we can rehearse."

The boys and girls of New Directions shuffled into their designated dressing rooms and changed into their costumes quickly.

"You nervous?" Blaine asked as Kurt looked into one of the mirrors, fussing with his hair that he hadn't been able to style properly earlier.

"On a little," Kurt replied. "I wish we knew something about the other schools, just so we could know what we're up against."

"I think we're going to do great," Blaine smiled at Kurt through the mirror. "You deserve this solo."

Kurt flushed a slight shade of pink. "Thank you."

Blaine's smile widened and he leaned over to kiss Kurt's shoulder.

Mr. Schue ushered them out of the dressing rooms and down a hallway to a room that had been set aside for warm ups. A pianist helped them warm up their voices and soon enough they were in the smaller theatre rehearsing their routine on the risers that had been set up similar to those on the main stage.

When they were finally seated in the house of the main stage theatre, the entirety of New Directions was beginning to get nervous as they watched other schools perform.

"Everyone's so good," Kurt was saying to Blaine. "How are we even supposed to compete if the groups that are up against us are even half as good as them?"

"Because none of the other groups have an extremely good looking countertenor singing a beautiful solo," Blaine assured his lover.

"You guys are underestimating yourselves," their teacher addressed the group. "I've seen you perform. You're better than a lot of the groups that have already gone."

But even with their director's reassuring words, butterflies began to settle in everyone's stomach as eleven o'clock chimed and they sat in one of the greenrooms backstage.

"I don't know if I can do this," Kurt said nervously, looking a little green.

"Didn't you perform a really long Celine Dion medley for your Cheerios competition that one year?" Blaine reminded him. "And in French no less?"

"Well…yes, but-"

"You have nothing to worry about," Rachel said beside him, taking one of Kurt's hands in her own. "We're both going to rock this thing."

Kurt attempted an awkward smile at the other soloist they had chosen for this competition. It was actually really nice to have her support.

An anxious silence fell over the group as the clock ticked its way closer to eleven twenty. At eleven fifteen, they were ushered into a holding room.

"You guys…" Mr. Schuester began, his eyes looking a little misty and a watery smile plastered across his face. "No matter…no matter what happens, no matter what the results are, no matter if we place or we win or we get nothing…I am so proud of everything you guys have done. You're all…we've worked so hard. I know we've had our drama and our setbacks, but, well, what family doesn't? I…I will never forget any one of you, even those that joined a bit later than most," their teacher said, giving Blaine a slight nod. Blaine was touched by the gesture. "But we are going to kick ass. Because you guys are good. You guys are amazing and you're…I could never ask for a better group of kids."

Many people in the group, including Blaine and Puck, were near tears at the touching speech. And attendant came through the door, ready to bring them backstage.

"Now you all go out there and you have fun. And remember what Rachel said a couple years ago when we thought our group was done. Being a part of something special makes you special. And I…I love you all."

Everyone attacked their teacher with a last minute group hug and then they made their way backstage.

"You've got this, baby," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, giving his hand a squeeze. "You've got this."

Kurt turned to Blaine and suddenly he was blinded by memories from their first competition together. He remembered when he realized he was completely and utterly in love with the boy standing before him. He remembered sitting in the greenroom and trying to figure out when he should just tell Blaine that he loved him. He remembered gathering every ounce of courage he had in his body and leaning in to kiss those lips, those lips whose feel he now had memorized, and admitting his feelings. And then he remembered Blaine shoving him up against the wall after they had finished and kissing him breathless and returning the sentiment and now he was filled with even more courage.

Blaine loved him.

And he loved him even more now.

So with that thought in his mind, they gathered onstage and the curtain rose, the music began, and Kurt opened his mouth to sing.

And just like that, it was over. They scrambled off the stage, hugging each other and laughing as the curtain fell on their performance.

Mr. Schuester met them outside the stage door in the hallway, smiling broadly.

"I think we may have just won Nationals," he said to the group.

And they did.

New Directions won first place at the National Show Choir Championships and they gathered on the bus and headed back to their hotel with a first place trophy the size of Blaine.

"You were amazing," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear as their bus arrived at the hotel. "I'm so proud of you."

Kurt ducked his head and blushed brightly. "Thank you," Kurt replied softly, settling his hand on Blaine's knee.

Blaine slid his fingers over Kurt's. "And now we get to go see where we're going to live."

After they returned to the hotel and changed, they met again just outside the hotel's front doors.

"Remember," Mr. Schue said over their excited chatter, "stay with at least one other person. And you have my phone number if something happens. We'll meet at that pizzeria at seven."

Everyone shot off at those parting words, some people in the group rushing down the streets while others hailed a cab. Blaine dialed a number on his phone.

"What're you-"

But Blaine hushed Kurt with a shake of his head.

"This is Blaine Anderson, can I get a car?" And then Blaine proceeded to tell the person on the other end of the phone where they'd be. "C'mon," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand and leading him down the street, merging with the rush of people on the sidewalk. "We'll have lunch at this great little café I know and the car will pick us up there and take us to the condo."

Amazed at how well Blaine knew this city, Kurt followed him in a daze, his eyes darting around at the buildings and the names of random establishments until they stumbled upon the café Blaine had mentioned. They sat down at a table outside and ordered their food.

"This city," Kurt said with wide, excited eyes, "is fantastic."

"It is isn't it?" Blaine said, sipping at his water and looking up at a particularly tall building.

"You still think so?" Kurt asked. "Even after you've been here so many times?"

"It's why I applied to NYU," Blaine explained. "It's one of my favorite cities in the world."

"I'm…I'm glad we'll get to be here together. And I'm glad you know so much about it so I'm not totally lost."

"It's going to be awesome," Blaine agreed. "There are so many places I want to show you."

"I can't wait for you to show me," Kurt said with a small, shy smile.

Blaine returned his grin. "Just wait until you see where we're going to live."

They finished their lunch and by the time they were tossing their napkins on their plates, a sleek, black car was parked on the curb, waiting for them. They climbed inside and Blaine instructed the driver where to go. After a bit of downtown traffic, the car finally pulled up to huge building that looked to be at least fifty or so floors.

"We're on the top level," Blaine said as the doorman let them in and they made their way to an elaborate elevator. They reached floor sixty two and Blaine pulled out his key and slid it into the lock, the door the only one on the floor. "I hope you aren't too afraid of heights," Blaine said, biting back a smile as he pushed the door open.

Okay, to say that Kurt was surprised would be an understatement. The place was freakin' huge. Floor to ceiling windows lined the far wall and the walls were painted with the lightest grey they could be without being white. The furniture was classy, modern, and chic and Kurt kind of fell in love with the place at first glance.

"They just had the place redecorated for us," Blaine explained. "The furniture in here before actually looked like the stuff we have in our living room at home."

While Kurt thought the furniture in Blaine's parents' home was very elegant and tasteful, he was glad for the new furniture they had graciously put in the condo.

"It's…Blaine, oh my god," Kurt breathed as he walked around the room and over to the windows, light pouring in and the view absolutely astounding. "We're going to live here?"

"Mhmm," Blaine said, leading Kurt into the kitchen. The lower cabinets were painted black while the cabinets up top were white with glass panes. Beautiful sets of brand new dish wear were already sitting inside and the countertops were marble and Kurt kind of couldn't believe his eyes and how gorgeous the place looked. "There are three bedrooms. Obviously we'll take the master bedroom that used to be my parents' and the other two will be guest rooms or whatever."

"So you had a room here?" Kurt wondered, trailing his fingers over the pristine marble.

"I did," Blaine nodded. "My mom said it was redecorated along with everything else, but my stuff that I left here the last time we visited is still in the closet." Blaine's brows furrowed in something that resembled confusion. "I wonder if…"

But he didn't finish his sentence; he simply turned and disappeared out of the kitchen and down a hallway. Kurt followed at a slower place, looking inside all the doors, stumbling across a tastefully decorated guest bathroom and what looked to be the master bedroom. A brand new mattress was still wrapped in plastic, sitting atop a giant four-poster bed frame. There were no linens or carpets or rugs, the room was completely bare except for the furniture itself. Kurt wandered back into the hallway and into another room, the one where Blaine had headed.

"There's nothing in the master bedroom besides – Blaine?" Kurt spoke aloud when he didn't see his lover.

"In here," Blaine called from inside an enormous closet.

"Wow," Kurt said when he walked inside. "I hope the closet in our room is this big. My wardrobe is going to be fantastic."

"It's bigger," Blaine said, digging through a plastic bin. "And my parents didn't have the bedroom decorated because I told them we'd probably want to do that together."

"Ah," Kurt nodded his understanding. "What're you looking for?"

"You know how I always name things?"

Kurt snorted. "Yes, believe me, I know."

"I wanted to show you the thing that started it all."

"Oh," Kurt said quietly. He was touched that Blaine wanted to share this with him so he settled next to his boyfriend on the floor. "What is it?"

"When I was little, my mom gave me this," Blaine told him, pulling out a soft blue blanket that was frayed at the edges, but still kept in relatively good condition for being almost eighteen years old. "We were always going between here, our place in Ohio, and the house my grandparents have in Australia. It was a huge hassle to try and take all my toys and things between the places. Yeah, I had toys at all the houses but…I was always sad when we had to leave and go somewhere else. So she gave me this and told me it was mine to keep forever and that I could take it with me whenever we traveled." Kurt watched as Blaine caressed one of the faded yellow stars on the material with a reverent thumb. "She said I could name him since I never had any pets because we didn't stay anywhere long enough to take proper care of them."

"What did you name it?" Kurt asked, the acoustics of the closet nearly swallowing his soft words.

Blaine gave a small smile. "Darling."

"…Darling? But…oh! Your…is that why your mother calls you darling all the time?"

"I named it darling because she called me darling," Blaine said, allowing a small laugh to escape through his lips. "I guess I wasn't very creative."

"It's a lovely name," Kurt said, reaching out to touch the edge of the small blanket.

"Ever since then, I've just grown attached to things, I guess," Blaine shrugged. "I was a spoiled child. I had everything I could ever want. But when she…I don't know. I guess I have a ridiculous appreciation of small things that are given to me."

For a second, Kurt felt kind of bad. He always teased Blaine about Herman or Kurt CoBlaine and Parsnip and, most recently, Foster, but he never thought it had to do with something…as precious as this. It was hard to think of Blaine as a child, even when he saw Blaine fawning over their fern or his teddy bear, because he knew Blaine's family had money but it was difficult to see a spoiled child when Blaine was so humble and so loving.

"I know it's stupid," Blaine said, barely audible. "I know it annoys you sometimes. I know you get tired of it. I just…I…"

Kurt leaned in and planted a gentle kiss to Blaine's temple. "You can name anything you want, anything at all. And it's not stupid. I told you I found it endearing."

"Yeah, but you might not think so in five or ten years."

"It doesn't matter," Kurt said, shaking his head and resting it on Blaine's shoulder. "It's who you are. And I love it."

Blaine smiled slowly and tilted his head to rest his temple on the top of Kurt's head. "Thank you."

They were quiet for a few minutes, just toying with the blanket in Blaine's hands.

"So…" Kurt began, "I can't wait to decorate that bedroom."

Blaine dissolved into laughter.

Everyone was waiting outside the pizzeria they were supposed to meet at when Kurt and Blaine arrived in the town car.

"Whoa," Finn said when he saw his brother climb out. "Where did this come from?"

"I called it," Blaine said, tipping the driver as the man closed the door.

"Jesus, you really are rich," Sam said, looking impressed.

Blaine shrugged. "My parents are."

"So did you guys go see your place?" Finn wondered as everyone made their way inside.

"Yeah," Kurt replied. "It's really, really nice."

"I'm totally jealous, by the way. I wish our parents could give me a condo."

"Finn, you don't need a condo. You're going to the Ohio State campus at Lima and living at home."

"Well if I went too far away I couldn't eat mom's cooking every night. I can't do that, Kurt. I just can't."

Kurt rolled his eyes at his brother, but he was happy to hear that Mr. Schue would be paying for everyone's meals that evening.

When they were back at the hotel, most people in the group decided they were going to have a small celebration in one of the girls' rooms, but Kurt and Blaine opted out, saying they were tired and that they just wanted to lie down. Finn shot him a suspicious look, but Kurt just glared right back as Blaine slid the keycard in the door and let them into their room.

"Do you want to…take a shower together?" Blaine offered with a quirky grin.

"You're so bad," Kurt said, shaking his head. "This is a school trip."

"…Your point?" Blaine asked, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it near his suitcase.

"My point is that Mr. Schue put us in the same room, trusting us to not do precisely what you want to do in that shower."

"Fine, suit yourself," Blaine said playfully, kicking off his shoes and socks and moving into the bathroom.

Kurt sat on the bed and watched as Blaine left the bathroom door wide freaking open and began to take off the rest of his clothes. Kurt had to remind himself to breathe when Blaine slid his jeans and underwear down over his ass. No matter how many times he watched Blaine undress, no matter how many times he'd already seen that perfect, beautiful naked body, Kurt knew he'd never get over the fact that Blaine was actually his. When Blaine slid the shower door open and leaned over to turn on the water, Kurt had to swallow the little squeak that almost made its way into his mouth. Blaine eventually climbed inside and closed the door, but Kurt could still see the outline of his boyfriend's form through the textured glass and when he realized that Blaine had reached his hand down to stroke himself, Kurt couldn't suppress the groan that bubbled up in his throat.

Fucking…fuck. Blaine was trying to kill him, he was sure of that now.

And when he heard Blaine's moan over the sound of the water, Kurt gave up, ripped off his clothes, walked with purpose into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. He slid the shower door open and noticed that Blaine didn't even open his eyes or stop moving his hand, like he was expecting Kurt to climb in with him.

Of course he was expecting you to climb in with him, Kurt's conscience berated him, otherwise he wouldn't have left the bathroom door open in the first place.

So Kurt did the only thing he could do, which was to step inside and slip right up behind his lover.

"Decided to join me and damn the consequences?" Blaine asked, his voice slightly rough.

Kurt said nothing. He simply reached his hands out and slid them over Blaine's wet sides, stepping even closer so he could settle his head on Blaine's shoulder. He looked down to see the harsh hot water spraying from the showerhead beat over Blaine's skin, the temperature and the pressure of it turning his chest and stomach red. Blaine's hand was still stroking his erection lazily and Kurt snuck his own hand around to Blaine's front to squeeze at one of his nipples. The action caused Blaine to moan and tilt his head back to rest on Kurt's shoulder.

"Is this what you wanted?" Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear.

Blaine's hand jerked abruptly where it was stroking and Kurt smiled. They'd showered together loads of times but Kurt would never get over how much Blaine enjoyed the act or how Blaine seemed to turn to butter in his hands when Kurt stood behind him under the water. Kurt let a single finger trail down Blaine's wet stomach, dipping lightly into his bellybutton, and then slid it slowly over to Blaine's hip bone.

"Kurt…please…"

"What?" Kurt teased, letting his tongue sneak out to flick at the shell of Blaine's ear. "I thought this was what you wanted."

"T-touch me, Kurt…"

"Looks like you've got that under control, though," Kurt pointed out, reaching his hand down only to scratch back up Blaine's thigh.

Blaine moaned loudly then, pressing his forehead against Kurt's neck. "Please baby, please…" Blaine stopped stroking himself and caught Kurt's hand, lifting it to his mouth to cover Kurt's palm in desperate kisses.

"You'll have to show me what to do," Kurt said in a deep, husky voice that made Blaine whimper. "Help me."

Blaine tugged Kurt's hand down and wrapped both of their fingers around Blaine's firm cock. Kurt took control then, and with Blaine's hand still on top of his, he began to pump slowly. Blaine melted and Kurt had to wrap a strong arm around Blaine's waist for fear of his boyfriend's knees giving out.

"Yes…mmm…" Blaine mumbled.

Resigned to the fact that they weren't going to get much actual showering done, Kurt bent his head forward and bit down on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine gasped and his free hand shot out to grip Kurt's pale, wet hip behind him.

"Kurt…Kurt…"

"I'm here," Kurt breathed, squeezing tighter on Blaine's cock and his wrist picking up the pace of his strokes.

"I love you," Blaine mumbled right under Kurt's jaw. "I love you, I love you…"

"I love you too, Blaine," Kurt said, his thumb rubbing against the underside of Blaine's erection.

"I can't…I can't…ohgod…"

"Just let go," Kurt whispered, "I'm here."

Blaine always came so undone when they fucked around in the shower and Kurt kind of really, really liked it. He liked that he could make him lose complete control here because Blaine was so good at making Kurt writhe beneath him. Even something so simple (in comparison to other things they've done) as a hand job under the hot spray was enough to turn Blaine into a weak-kneed puddle of goo. Kurt sped up his pace just a bit more and he felt Blaine's teeth sink into the side of his neck and then Blaine's stomach muscles tightened under Kurt's arm and Blaine came with a shout of Kurt's name and a few swears. His lover's legs really did give out at that point and Kurt had to tighten his hold even more around Blaine's middle just to keep him standing. At home it was fine for them to sit on the shower floor but Kurt was so not doing that in a hotel.

"Mmm," Blaine murmured when he could feel his legs again before turning in Kurt's arms to press a sloppy kiss to the other boy's lips. "You're wonderful."

"I'll never understand why you like shower sex so much."

"Don't know," Blaine replied with a halfhearted shrug.

Kurt laughed lightly at the languid sound of Blaine's sated voice. "Should we actually shower now?"

But Blaine felt Kurt's own erection pressing into the curve of his hip. "Don't you-"

"You can take care of me when we're all dried off. There won't be any hot water left," Kurt pointed out.

"M'kay," Blaine nodded. "Will you wash my hair?"

And because Kurt knew that that was one of Blaine's favorite things, he did.

When they tumbled back into bed, squeaky clean and clothed, Blaine leaned over Kurt to kiss him soundly, licking at his lips and tickling Kurt's teeth with his tongue, dragging a deep moan out of the younger boy.

"You know that Finn and Puck could come back at any second," Kurt said when Blaine turned his attention to Kurt's jaw, kissing his skin tenderly.

"I'll get you off before they come back," Blaine promised, sucking at a sensitive spot on Kurt's flushed neck.

"So – ah – confident in your abilities, aren't you?"

Blaine reached down to palm Kurt's erection and smiled against Kurt's neck when he felt his boyfriend's hips jerk off the bed and into his hand.

"Shut up," Kurt groaned before Blaine could say anything.

So Blaine put his mouth to much better use by sucking Kurt's earlobe into his mouth, tonguing the soft flesh and smiling when Kurt began panting. He replaced his hand with his knee and nudged it between Kurt's legs, pressing down when Kurt began rutting against it.

"Please, please don't make me come in my pajamas," Kurt begged in a breathy, broken voice. "We just showered."

"Guess I'll have to keep you clean then," Blaine whispered, dragging his lips down Kurt's neck and pressing soft kisses to Kurt's chest and stomach through his t-shirt.

Kurt hissed when Blaine licked wetly at the line of skin exposed between his shirt and the top of his pajama bottoms. Blaine's fingers hooked under the edge of Kurt's bottoms and tugged them down just enough so that Kurt's erection was unconfined and then he licked, long and hard, from base to tip. Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's wet hair.

"Oh god," Kurt moaned when Blaine swirled his talented tongue around the head of his cock. "Fuck, your mouth, you…you're so…"

Blaine took that last bit as a compliment and slid his lips down slowly, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin ever so slightly.

However, Kurt was right when he said that Finn and Puck could walk in at any time and he really didn't want to deal with Kurt's brother seeing this, so he decided there was no time to waste and began to slide his lips over Kurt quicker and quicker. Kurt seemed kind of surprised at how fast Blaine was going, not to mention how quickly the heat and tension began coiling inside of him.

"Blaine," he began panting harshly, "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine…"

And then Kurt reached down to snatch Blaine's hand from its place on Kurt's hip and brought it up to his lips to suck two fingers into his mouth. When Blaine felt Kurt's tongue around his fingers, he moaned roughly and the vibrations around Kurt's cock caused Kurt to thrust up and when the tip hit the back of Blaine's throat, Kurt came with a surprised shout. Blaine was really thankful for all the practice he got because otherwise he'd be choking right now, but instead he kept sucking for all he was worth until Kurt was soft and sensitive and spent. He tucked Kurt back into his pajama pants and pulled the blankets up over both of them as he settled himself into the crook of Kurt's arm.

"Never," Kurt was mumbling, his eyes still shut. "I'll never need anyone else never ever, ever."

Blaine giggled against Kurt's chest. "Good to hear."

And then the door clicked open and Finn and Puck walked inside while Kurt's breathing was still rapid and his cheeks were still flushed.

"Uh…" Finn began.

"Tickle fight," Blaine attempted to explain. "Kurt lost."

"Yeah," Kurt agreed weakly. "I lost…but it was so good."

Puck raised an eyebrow and the corners of his lips quirked up into a smile.

Finn just looked kind of confused.

The next morning, everyone was running late and they had to rush to the airport to make their flight on time.

"If you drink anything and you get up to go pee on this plane," Kurt said flatly to Blaine, "I will inflict bodily harm to your person."

Needless to say, Kurt was not at all excited about the flight home.