Kurt can feel his face getting warm and can only imagine the rosy flush of his cheeks that the wine has given him.  He is over halfway through his second glass, Blaine is on his third, and they're giggly; hands stretched across the coffee table between them and playing with each other's fingers.

"Okay, okay," Blaine takes a deep breath, setting his glass on the table, and tries to straighten his features.  "I think it's time we play."

"I go first!" Kurt says a little too loudly for their small apartment.  He reaches out toward the cards laid out on the table and picks one at random.  He can't stop the giggle from escaping as he reads the words on the back.  "You ready for this?"

Blaine smiles wryly at him, "Hit me."

"Okay.  Truth," Kurt takes a pause for dramatic effect, "or dare."

Blaine takes a moment to consider his options and takes another sip from his glass.  "Dare."

"I was hoping you would say that," Kurt is already having way too much fun with this as he reads from the card, "‘Put on some sexy music, and have fun doing a striptease.'"

Blaine doesn't even flinch and stands up with a smoldering glance in Kurt's direction before strutting over to the stereo.  He toys with the radio dial until some indiscernible R&B song comes on.

Blaine turns back toward him, eyes darkened and tongue between his teeth.  Somewhere in the back of his mind Kurt knows this is supposed to be sexy, so he only feels a little guilty as more giggles bubble out of him.

Blaine is completely serious right now, though--relishing in his opportunity to perform.  They are both already in their pajamas so there isn't a lot to strip, but leave it to Blaine to step up to the challenge.

Kurt hides his face behind his hands and watches through his fingers as Blaine dances around on the spot, swaying his hips slightly and arms bent as he snaps his fingers along with the music.  Kurt attempts to control himself when Blaine begins to toy with the hem of his shirt, making eye-contact with Kurt and holding it.

Even though the whole thing feels a little ridiculous, Kurt still can't hold himself back from staring, wide-eyed and unabashedly as more skin is revealed as Blaine pulls off his T-shirt.  It is crazy how each time feels like the first time, but undercut with the comfortable familiarity of routine--knowing that there's no shame, no embarrassment.

Well, maybe a little embarrassment right now as Blaine temporarily gets stuck in the process of pulling said shirt off but the moment quickly passes and Kurt's giggles subside once more when Blaine reaches out down to pull Kurt up with him.

"Hey now," Kurt protests, but he allows himself to be tugged up anyway, "This is supposed to be a show for me."

"Shhh," Blaine hushes him, pulling Kurt close around the waist, "Audience participation is always encouraged."

"This isn't much of a dare.  You're enjoying this too much," Kurt says.

"Are you not enjoying this, Kurt?" Blaine asks, hooking a leg around one of Kurt's and sliding his foot along the back of his shin.  Blaine pulls Kurt in for a deep but short kiss before leaning back and swaying some more.

Kurt pulls away and falls onto the couch, watching Blaine with a smirk playing on his lips.  Blaine plays with the draw-strings of his pajama pants.  Once again Kurt is struck with how silly this all feels--the ample amount of wine in his system not really helping.

Blaine seems to sense this and finally pushes down his pants and kicks them away.  He's left standing in the middle of the room in only his heather-grey boxer-briefs.  Blaine gives up any pretense of continuing the already dubious strip-tease and strides toward Kurt.  He immediately climbs onto Kurt's lap, straddling him and framing his face with his hands as he kisses Kurt with all the unrestrained passion of 3-glasses-of-wine-Blaine-which is quite a lot.

It takes Kurt all of a second before he's kissing back with as much fierceness, allowing them to get lost in the kiss--focusing on nothing but the slide of their lips against each other's and the sounds of their broken breathing.  Blaine rocks in his spot on Kurt's lap and draws a low groan from Kurt.  But when Blaine moves down to nip at Kurt's neck, the laughter is back and Kurt is batting at Blaine's arm, reminding him that they have a game to continue playing.

"Don't wanna," Blaine murmurs against Kurt's throat.  But Kurt just pushes at him.

"But it's your turn."

"Fine, fine," Blaine reaches behind him, just barely avoiding knocking over Kurt's glass, and grabs at a card.  He squints down at it and then looks up at Kurt, grinning.

"Truth or dare, babe."