“Tell me what the point of this movie is again?” Kurt asked, watching the picture on the flat screen TV mostly through the space between his fingers.

The kids had been asleep for hours. Bowls of popcorn sat, virtually untouched. The lights had been lowered. The quiet house set the perfect stage for the movies Blaine and Dave had chosen for their Friday night movie marathon. Three couples sat on the wrap-around sofa, engrossed in the horror feature they had selected. Well, two couples. Nick and Jeff, who had become a permanent feature in their lives and on their couch, were a little too engrossed in each other to even register a movie was even on…or other people in the room, for that matter.

Adam and Dave snuggled close together on one end of the couch, with Blaine and Kurt on the opposite end.

Adam leapt into Dave's lap almost every five minutes.

“I have to agree.” Adam turned his head and buried it into Dave's neck. His next response came out muffled since he still had his face buried in Dave's shirt collar. “I'm not sure I understand why you guys chose this particular film series.”

“What I don't get…” Kurt said, nails raking down Blaine's leg as he tried to watch, finally giving up and burying his head into Blaine's shirt as well, “…is why this Jigsaw guy seems to think he has the right to do this to these people. So, they're assholes? So what!? That doesn't mean…”

Kurt's argument cut off completely when all four men groaned at a particularly gruesome moment. This time, Adam's face was buried in Dave's lap, and Kurt had pretty much climbed Blaine's torso like a koala in a Eucalyptus tree.

Dave and Blaine, matching smirks on their faces, turned to each other, giving each other a nod and a thumbs-up.

Horror movie marathon success.