"So you survived that one," Blaine laughed when they finally sat down to take off their skates.

"Only just," Kurt grumbled and then admitted reluctantly, "It was fun though."

They changed back into their shoes and handed the rental skates back at the stand, then headed outside, both a little at a loss for what to do next.

"Would you…" Kurt's voice skipped as he considered his next few words carefully, "Would you like to come over to mine for a while?"

He watched as Blaine's eyes widened and a grin tugged on the soft lips that Kurt had been eyeing all afternoon with increasing interest.

"How about we get some takeout on the way," Blaine offered.

"And a movie, maybe? I mean, we could find a cinema and see what's showing or…"

"No, I…" Blaine bit his bottom lip sheepishly, "I'd rather spend some time with you alone."

"We were alone most of the day, Blaine," Kurt giggled teasingly.

"You know what I mean," Blaine nudged his shoulder into Kurt's as they walked down the street, "and it's not with any ulterior motives either, honestly."

"Mhm, sure," Kurt winked.

"Why, do you have any plans you're not letting me in on?"

Kurt blushed and snuck a glance at Blaine, who was chuckling quietly.

"Well, I'd hardly start telling you now if I didn't want you to know, would I?"

"Point taken," Blaine conceded, "let's get some food, all that skating has left me starving."

"Well, at least with your exercise regime, you at least won't feel like you got run over by a truck," Kurt sighed, already feeling the strain in his muscles.

"Just how do you know about my exercise regime," Blaine eyed him with amusement and curiosity.

"From your monologue about it during one of the shoots," Kurt laughed, "the one with the summer line when the poor assistant tried to really obviously flirt with you and you just launched into explanations of your gym schedule."

"She was… what?" a look of shock washed over Blaine's face and made Kurt laugh.

"You didn't even notice, did you?"

Blaine shook his head and gazed back to Kurt, "I was a bit too focused on someone else in the room that day."

It was Kurt's turn to blush before he grabbed Blaine's hand to change their direction, "come on, there's this place that I want to get food from. You can start thinking what movie we'll watch."

Loaded with takeout boxes and multiple DVDs, they fell into the door of Kurt's apartment, both still laughing from the conversation they'd had on the way about backstage stories from their high school days.

"Do we need to warm these up?" Blaine asked, pointing to the food.

"No, they should be fine," Kurt replied as he set his load down on the coffee table, "I'll just… I'll be back in a minute, OK? Load up the first movie?"

Blaine nodded and Kurt caught the glance in his direction as he walked into his bedroom. He briefly considered changing into something more comfortable, but he was too eager to get back out to Blaine. The movie's intro screen was just pulling up on the screen and Blaine was sorting through the boxes when Kurt walked back into the room, trying to ignore the nervous vibrations running through him.

He settled on the couch next to Blaine and accepted the chopsticks quietly then his eyes flicked to the TV.

"Really? We're starting off with a romance?" he looked over to Blaine who just shrugged.

"I figured blood and explosions weren't the best while we're eating."

"That's a good point," Kurt laughed and leaned back, his knee brushing against Blaine's, "start it up then."