"Huh."

Kurt strains his neck to look at his boyfriend: "What?"

They are lying stretched out on the bed, Kurt's body in sort of a right angle to Blaine's.

Kurt's head has come to rest on his boyfriend's chest, so that he felt it widening with muscles working, as Blaine reached for his cell on the nightstand.

Now Blaine's voice vibrates below and sends a prickle along the back of Kurt's head: "Rachel's texted me again..."

"For real?" Kurt falters: "Oh, my god, the nerve of that girl! Give me... "

He fumbles blindly behind for Blaine to hand him the phone, and Blaine complies.

Kurt stares at the display:

'Hey, Blaine! If you could still spare the time, I'd really appreciate if we could talk sometime.* R.'

Kurt is about to give a snort, when beneath him, Blaine starts to speak again, voice thoughtful:

"Kurt, is she really so desperate? I mean, I can't imagine Finn would be in any way…" Kurt's hand shoots up pointing a finger:

"Blaine, don't even finish that sentence, I don't want a single thought about... any of this inside my head." Blaine quivers in a restrained chuckle beneath Kurt's scalp and neck. Kurt's cut Blaine short with a tense jerk, but at the tingling sensation that this movement below gives him, sending a shiver all along his spine, his frame relaxes again. He puts on a lopsided smile:

"And no, I don't think she's desperate, it's just the way she goes about anything, once she gets all nerdy..." He tries to turn his head again to look at Blaine, eyebrow raised: "I did mention the pad and the pen, didn't I?"

Blaine laughs at Kurt's dry tone. "You did."

Kurt huffs and glances at the phone again, then discards it next to him onto the covers. He shrugs, and feels the mattress bounce under them at the slight move.

"So, of course she'll plan on ... preying on your weak spot."

There's a short pause, then Blaine shifts under him:

"Which would be...?"

"Why, your chivalry, of course." Kurt doesn't add 'duh', but is sure Blaine can make it out from his tone anyway.

"Ah." The short syllable brims with amusement. So Kurt elaborates lightly in the same wry fashion as before, voice eager and matter-of-fact:

"Yes. She'll just make it sound desperate enough and you'll selflessly... mount your battle-horse, ride out and try to save... the day." He has to suppress a chuckle as well, then checks himself: "Help her out, I mean..."

Blaine's voice settles after another short snicker:

"You mean, like you..."

"What?" The question's startled Kurt, and it must be showing on his face even in profile, because Blaine hurries to explain with obviously subdued laughter:

"I mean that trick of hers worked on you as well, and quite smoothly so, according to your story." Kurt feels taut muscles strain beneath him, as Blaine slightly lifts his head off the mattress, teasing: "You with your big heart and your big...mouth." He chuckles with barely hidden affection, but Kurt rises to sit up a bit in indignation:

"Are you mocking me? I was doing it for all of them...!"

Blaine's laugh becomes softer and the smile on his face appeases Kurt immediately.

"Yeah, I know."

Kurt blows out air through his nose, and sinks down again, nestling against Blaine's chest, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah, well and now they do, too. Know, I mean."

Blaine doesn't ask, but Kurt feels the question in the shifting of his breath. Kurt crosses his arms loosely over his chest and continues:

"Well, I mean, they know, that you and I..." It trails off, meaningfully.

"Kurt." Blaine's makes an effort to sound serious, but his voice wavers with contained amusement: "They might have assumed before." Kurt groans. Blaine shrugs: "And it's not like they'll be actively thinking about it, like, in detail, I mean..."

"Blaine!" The force of Kurt's whine actually makes his feet bounce on the mattress.

Blaine can't but laugh: "What?"

"Don't put such visions in my head!"

Kurt has brought his hands up to cover his face.

Blaine wiggles underneath Kurt with ongoing ripples running through him. He pats at Kurt's hands gently, baiting, to try and coax him to look at him, but Kurt makes a show of not budging an inch.

Blaine doesn't give in, though, and caresses around Kurt's knuckles some more, until, after a moment, Kurt eventually lets him pull his hands off his face. He intertwines their fingers, with a defeated grunt, that quickly turns into a low grumble again:

"Still. It's sort of embarrassing."

"No. Come on." Blaine props himself upon his elbows below him, voice soothing, but with a tinge of self-ironic humour: "Kurt. We're teenagers, it's only natural to explore..."

"Blaine, just cut the pep talk, okay, I'm all flushed already." Kurt rolls his eyes, and tries to palm his face again, but Blaine holds fast to his hand and catches the other with his free one.

"I've noticed..." Blaine coos, and Kurt's struggling himself by now to stifle a grin over their little game, but still aims for strained annoyance:

"Blaine!"

Some more chuckling, then Blaine's body settles again beneath Kurt.

When a sudden thought hits, Kurt pushes himself up onto his side, turning wide eyes at Blaine:

"Oh my god. What if they stare, and then all I can think about is... is..."

Blaine's eyebrows shoot up, but he manages to keep the twitching smile out of his features. Almost.

"Then...you'll put on your poker face..." He supplies helpfully, but Kurt narrows his eyes at him:

"That won't change the fact that I'll still be thinking about it."

Blaine presses his lips together, but something sparks in his eyes.

"So... " He shrugs, voice too light, warm eyes dancing: "What about it? As it is, I'm thinking about it quite often, too..."

"Blaine!" Kurt's jaw drops in wrung out cry of exasperation, and for a second they just stare.

Then both finally crack up in waves of laughter and giggles.

Blaine bends to place an impulsive peck on Kurt's bright red cheek.

Kurt's huffs and his face scrunches up in a pout and a grimace at the gesture, but he leans back again, snuggling against Blaine's chest, their hands playful, tugging and clasping at the other's.

They fall into a short comfortable silence, just staring at the ceiling for an extended moment, listening to each other breathing.

Then Kurt feels Blaine suddenly tense under him again.

"What...? " Kurt draws out the question with dangerous slowness, and turns his head again to squint at his boyfriend under a mock furrowed brow.

"You know I was thinking..." Blaine's frame trembles with anticipation, but he makes his voice unbothered, blinking innocently at Kurt:

"I mean, Rachel, maybe we should... get her some pamphlets... "

Blaine's grin is hit by a pillow the next instant.

Then Kurt is up, on top and all over him, trying to drown out giggles and shouts of protest, and more giggles with another pillow ready at his hand.

"Oh, you... shut up, already!"

Blaine raises his hands in defence against Kurt's onslaught, trying to speak in between pillow-punches and breathless bursts of laughter:

"What? It's..." Pillow. "...proven to ..." Laugh. And pillow again. "...have worked before!"

At that Kurt finally comes to a halt, by now straddling his boyfriend, both their chest heaving with lack of breath, chuckles and more.

He lets the pillow sink down, and just stares at his boyfriend pinned under him for a moment.

Blaine is beaming, eyes sparkling.

Kurt shakes his head in false disbelief.

Then he just drops the pose, shrugs, and bends down to pull Blaine in for a kiss.

For after all, he has long found that to be the most effective way of shutting his boyfriend up.