“Of COURSE I saw it, it was Madonna,” Kurt replied, “and I’m pretty sure your shrieking won’t be necessary next time.” Blaine chuckled, but Kurt was still fairly sure he was jumping on his couching, annoying his family members who actually tried to watch the reporter commentary.

“Nicki Minaj was there! She was amazing.” Blaine singsonged into the phone, and huffed, presumably because he was told to go upstairs.

“Yes Blaine, but you forget that it was Madonna’s show. She was clearly the highlight of it all.” Kurt switched the channel back to the Born This Way documentary he was watching before the text arrived from Blaine announcing that the show was starting.

“She was LIPSYNCING,” Blaine insisted. “How is that the highlight of it all?”

“Um, firstly, you don’t know that,” Kurt said, flopping onto his front and waving his legs in the air lazily. “Secondly, she owned the show. With her own songs. Unlike the others.”

“But Kurt, how is that integrity?” Blaine asked, and Kurt could hear Blaine’s door opening . “How is she a performer if she didn’t perform?”

“She danced.”

“She waggled.”

“Don’t give me that.”

“She waggled.”

“Shut up, Blaine.”

“You know what, Kurt?”

“What, Blaine?”

“I’m fairly sure you’re a better waggler than Madonna.”
“…you’re so wron-OH.” Kurt paused and a blush came over
his face. “Would you like for me to prove that right now?”

Blaine tensed up, and took a quick look at his crotch.

“I’ll be over in 5 minutes.”