“But think how perfect it would be- me as Frank-N-Furter, you as Rocky, it’d be perfect!”

“There’s no way I’m going to be caught dead in those gold shorts.”

Blaine traced his finger down Kurt’s bare chest. Their heated makeout session had turned to cuddling, which turned into discussing next Saturday’s showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. “But you have such a lovely chest,” he playfully whined. “You’d be killer, babe.”

Kurt lifted his head to kiss Blaine, though his lips were still a little sore. “Call me old-fashioned, but there’s only one person I want to see me shirtless, and I’ve got him right here.”

Blaine smiled. “I suppose I can live with that.” He deepened the kiss before Kurt pulled back with a smirk.

“Besides, I have the perfect Riff Raff costume from when Glee club almost put on the show last year.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “Now that’s a story you’ve never told me.”

“Well,” said Kurt as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck, “Mr. Schuester asked me to play Frank-N-Furter, but I told him there was no way I was going to play a transvestite and wear that ridiculous costume.”

“Hey now, what does that say about me wanting to wear that ‘ridiculous’ costume?”

“Blaine, you are just crazy enough to pull that costume off perfectly.”

He smiled before bringing his lips back to Kurt’s, and neither boy was sorry that their conversation did not pick back up for another twenty minutes.