Blaine looks away from his game to give his boyfriend a huge grin.

“This is the greatest game ever to come from the Internet, I’ll have you know. It challenges all your powers of concentration and coordination.”

“Yeah, but isn’t it, oh I don’t know, super 2011?” asks Kurt, folding his arms across his chest and raising an eyebrow in mock judgement.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t make it past ten metres,” says Blaine, sticking out his tongue in a juvenile way. Kurt says nothing but marches out of the living room, looking determined. Blaine is about to start panicking that his joke may have gone a little too far again, but Kurt is back within a minute, cradling his MacBook in his arms.

“What are you doing now?” asks Blaine, wondering what Kurt is plotting.

“I’m about to kick your ass at a stupid internet game,” he says with a sweet smile. This only serves to make Blaine more determined to beat his current high score of 36.5 metres. If Kurt manages to beat that, he’ll never hear the end of it.

A few minutes pass in dead silence, with only the rhythmic striking of keys and the occasional groan of frustration to break it. After only about ten minutes, Kurt slams his computer closed in annoyance.

“Mr Stubborn is giving up so soon?” asks Blaine, raising an amused eyebrow.

“I just remembered that there are things I’m much better at,” he replies with a smirk and Blaine suddenly feels the back of his neck heat up as Kurt eyes the staircase to their bedroom.

“I don’t see how that’s a competitive activity,” says Blaine, his voice suddenly a lot huskier than it had been moments ago.

“Then you’re just not doing it right,” says Kurt, walking slowly over to where Blaine is sitting on the sofa trying not to die of arousal, straddling his hips with a sly grin. He leans down and nips Blaine’s lower lip before trailing his way slowly to just below his ear. Then, in a low voice, he says “I bet you dishes for the rest of the week that you can barely walk tomorrow.”

“You’re on,”replies Blaine, knowing full well that even if he loses the bet he won’t really be losing anything. He knows that Kurt knows it too and the thought makes him chuckle slightly.

Damn, Kurt’s good at this.