“Mh?” Blaine looked up at his boyfriend across the table. “Where?”

“Here,” Kurt pointed to a spot on his own chin on the left side.”

“Here?” asked Blaine.

“No, other side.”

“You get it.”

Kurt rolled his eyes but reached his arm out to oblige. As soon as he wiped the spot, Blaine grabbed his wrist. Casually he put Kurt’s finger in his mouth and licked the jelly off. Kurt blushed as he continued licking his finger well after the jelly was gone. With mock indignation he slapped Blaine’s arm and pulled his other hand back.

“Blaine Anderson, tell me you did not plan that.”

Blaine smirked and said, “Of course not, Kurt.”