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Blaine could feel his body shaking as he lay comfortably on the couch.

“Blaine. Sweetie. You need to wake up,” he heard Kurt whisper as he shook his shoulders to wake him.

Blaine didn’t want to open his eyes, so he just moaned and covered his eyes with his arms. He felt Kurt slither next to him on the couch, trying to nudge him out of his comfort zone with the hopes that he’d finally get up.

“I don’t want to wake up yet,” Blaine mumbled.

“Babe, you’ve been asleep for awhile. And dinner is ready,” Kurt said quietly.

Blaine groaned and put his arms around Kurt’s waist, pulling him on top of him slightly. Kurt squealed. “No way, Blaine. You aren’t dragging me into letting you sleep any more. I’m starving!”

Blaine’s eyes flicked open and he saw Kurt looking at him intently with his hands resting on Blaine’s shoulders. An evil smile crept on Blaine’s face as he soon started to gingerly move his hands up and down Kurt’s sides, soon tickling him feverishly as Kurt started flailing in response.

“BLAINE! STOP IT!” Kurt urged between fits of laughter. Blaine giggled. Knowing Kurt was so ticklish was one of the cutest things about his boyfriend. He certainly would never get tired of hearing the laugh that boomed from Kurt’s mouth every time he tickled him. “I’m SERIOUS!” he exclaimed.

Blaine’s fingers stopped and Kurt took the reprieve to catch his breath. “If I had known that we would be doing so much working out – between the running and the tickling – I would have worn my gym clothes,” Kurt quipped.

“I promise, no more ‘working out’ for you. So, dinner’s ready?”

“Yup. Your mom is downstairs waiting for us,” Kurt said, lifting himself off the couch and reaching out for Blaine’s hand. “Ready?”

Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and used the force to pull off the couch. “Ready? I’m famished. Let’s go!” Blaine said as be breezed past Kurt and ran down the stairs. As he ran into the kitchen, he saw that his mom had already set the table and was draining the pasta in the sink. Blaine got a hot pad for the sauce and placed it on the table as his mom came up behind him with the colander full of noodles and the saucepan with the marinara.

Just as the food had been placed on the table, Kurt chose an empty seat as Blaine grabbed the glasses from the table to fill with water. He looked at Kurt, who was calmly placing his napkin into his lap. Kurt looked up, meeting Blaine’s stare.

“You said no more working out. I didn’t see the need to run down the stairs like we were about the plunder the kitchen,” he said, sarcasm dripping with his every word. Blaine rolled his eyes and retreated to the refrigerator to fill the glasses.

He juggled the three glasses and sat at the table, joining Kurt and his mom who had finally taken her seat at the head of the table. Kurt nodded a silent thank you as Blaine placed the glass in front of him.

Blaine’s mom smiled. “I have a toothache from you two being so sweet,” she said as she served herself some pasta.

“Well, mom, I learned from you and dad,” Blaine said as he placed the final glass in front of his mom.

Mrs. Anderson looked at Blaine, smiling, before shifting her gaze to Kurt. “I’m just so glad you boys have each other,” she said, passing the pasta to Blaine.

Kurt smiled at Blaine from across the table. His blue eyes were filled with pride, looking into the embers of Blaine’s hazel stare. Blaine grinned back, using his foot under the table to lightly rub Kurt’s legs. “I’m glad, too.”