"Here, you can change into these," Blaine hands Kurt some of his dry clothes and a plastic bag. "The bathroom is right here," Blaine points, "And you can put your wet clothes into this bag."

Kurt thanks him and makes his way to the bathroom. He walks in and tries to shut the door, but it won't close all the way.

"What the hell? Blaine something's wrong with your door!" Kurt yells from inside.

"What?" Blaine responds from the living room. "Oh, yeah, it doesn't fully close, I completely forgot about that. Just back up against the towel rack, so you won't be near the opening of the door."

"That's not going to stop you from looking, Blaine." Kurt yells back.

Blaine chuckles. "I'll be good, I promise."

As Kurt is changing, Blaine makes his way towards his bedroom to change, which is right across the hall. As he is opening his bedroom door, Blaine can't help but sneak through the crack of the bathroom. He sees Kurt taking off his shirt and gets a glimpse of the smooth, porcelain skin on his back. Kurt lifts the shirt from over him, and Blaine, with his eyes, traces the contours of his muscles as they contract. And all of a sudden he sees very striking blue eyes.

"Blaine Anderson! You promised you'd be good." Kurt exclaims, as he puts on the rest of his shirt. Blaine can't help but notice how good it feels knowing that Kurt was wearing his clothes. But now, he was caught, and he had to explain himself.

"Um.. you see, no.. I wasn't... I was making sure that..." Blaine babbled on. I can't lie to this man. "I'm sorry, Kurt. You're just so sexy... I couldn't help myself."

Kurt's eyelids fluttered shut. He definitely wasn't expecting that response. He opened his eyes and walks towards Blaine.

He whispers into Blaine's ear, "Go change your clothes. We're going to play a game."