"Kurt?"

A twitching smile of anticipation tugs at Kurt's features, while he's pressing the last few buttons on the remote control, his back to Blaine. He selects the song in the menu, and his grin even widens. Oh, this one is gonna be fun.

By the time he turns around to face his boyfriend, though, his expression is perfectly smooth again. As is his innocent tone:

"Yes, Blaine?"

He watches his boyfriend's eyes narrow and flicker over Kurt's standing form.

Blaine himself is already seated comfortably on the couch, bowl of popcorn on his lap.

Dark brows rise and Blaine's eyes come to settle expectantly on Kurt's. When Kurt doesn't move, a corner of Blaine's mouth jerks up:

"Kurt, you know, it's called remote control, because you don't have to stand right in front of the TV to use it..."

Kurt's giving a half-sneer in answer of Blaine's comment, when behind him, a melodious jingle announces that the song is ready to start.

He still doesn't budge an inch.

By now Blaine sends a set of slightly baffled blinks Kurt's way, that has Kurt's insides tingling.

"Kurt, really, why are you standing in front of the screen? I can't read the lyrics that way..."

Kurt shoulders slump a little, almost losing patience with his boyfriend, then rather having mercy on him and dropping him a hint:

"Oh, you won't have to." Kurt's sure he's made his eyes sparkle with promise.

Blaine cocks his head to the side, visibly trying to figure out Kurt's plan with this. His tone is tentative:

"Right, of course, I know them by heart, but..."

Kurt falters. Sometimes he wonders if Blaine is for real, or just teasing him with being a bit slow, when it comes to reading Kurt. He gives a mildly annoyed huff:

"No, I meant, you don't have to, because I'll start."

"Oh, okay, right. But then, you're standing with your back to..."

Kurt just presses his lips together harder, eyebrows raised over twinkling eyes, waiting for the penny to drop. No, he doesn't tap his foot, though. Even if part of him wants to.

Yet, he knows it has clicked eventually, when Blaine suddenly beams at him:

"Oh. Oh? You're gonna...?"

Kurt nods a mock indulgent 'yes' and resists the urge to bring up his hands in a gesture of 'thank heavens, finally'.

Blaine sits up straighter on the couch:

"Oh, Kurt! Just when I thought this couldn't get any better..."

Kurt tilts his head to the side in silent acknowledgement. It really doesn't get much better than this, does it?

Disney karaoke night for two, a bowl of sweet pop corn, the couch to themselves until midnight, as Burt and Carole are attending a party at their neighbours'...

And indeed, on top of that Kurt serenading Blaine with one of Kurt's all time favourite Disney songs. Well, an alternative version, that is. Taking all this into consideration, yes, his boyfriend really is a lucky one tonight.

Kurt grins at his inner monologue, then turns his smile at Blaine:

"So, can we start, then?"

Blaine's brought his feet up Indian style on the couch, the basin with the popcorn balanced on one knee, eyes widely excited at Kurt, nodding with bright enthusiasm.

Kurt chuckles, and presses the button for start. The instrumental melody starts.

It's 'The little Mermaid'. Part of Your World.

What else, really.

Kurt prepares himself to begin, rearranging his feet, steeling himself at the sight of Blaine biting his lip with rapt anticipation.

He clears his throat, squares his shoulders and lifts his chin, and it's a subtly dramatic yet ironic show stance, expression deadpan despite his inner strain of keeping his own giggles out of his voice.

Then, at the melody's cue, Kurt starts to sing:

"I'd say I am

of the eloquent kind;

and wouldn't you agree

my way with words is refined?

Wouldn't you think I'm the guy

with just the right phrase

for anything?"

Kurt's side glance catches Blaine's quite too obedient nod at Kurt's words, and for a moment Kurt fears he might just crack up. But he recovers himself. Professionalism, Kurt. Show face.

"Whatever it is, I'll find a way

to say it, in English

ou même en français..."

A look of distinguished attitude is thrown in Blaine's direction, and Blaine counters with bringing his eyebrows up in a deigned show of recognition. Kurt closes his eyes for a second, to be able to go on.

"I've always tended to think,

there was a word

for just anything...

But then lately I have come to wonder

if my limits I did finally reach...

I rattle my brain and I ponder:

Is this it,

am I at

the limits of speech?"

Kurt draws out the long note with perfect pitch, and a grin around it. And yes, he does raise a loosely curled fist of drama.

Then he turns to Blaine with verve, bringing his hand down over his heart:

"'Cause I've searched my brain for the perfect way

to express and convey all that I am feeling...

There must be an adjective, a way to, well... describe..."

By now Blaine is above all looking captured and curious, leaning forward in an impulse, the bowl on his knee swaying dangerously. Kurt shakes a slow smile at him.

"I just can't seem to know how to say,

can't find the word and my mind is reeling...

That word to do justice to , how shall I put it, that certain vibe...

...that I just get, when I look at your face;

and yes, it really makes my mind race..."

Kurt puts it all into his voice, and through it mirrors Blaine's look of deep affection, feeling it surge up all though him.

He breaks the connection, though, before he can get too distracted. And too touched by it.

"I'm on the brink, cause all I can think..."

Kurt braces himself, because the grin threatens to surface again:

"Is... they're triangular..."

Blaine blinks.

Kurt bites his lip and sweetly strokes one finger along his own dramatically furrowed brow, to indicate his meaning. Blaine's face falls.

"Weak goes my knee, my heart goes wee, and blank goes my mind...

I've never thought, I'd ever applaud eyebrows this... thick..."

A pout and a deliberate wave of his hand have accompanied his choice of adjective. Kurt has to fight hard to keep the giggle out of his voice, so he kicks the theatricality up once more. He reaches his hand out into Blaine's direction:

"But what I see, fills me with glee,

cause to me, they're beauty redefined..."

There is truth to his words, after all, and Kurt lets the spark in his eyes tell Blaine so, through all exaggeration. He tilts his head in coquetry:

"I want to kiss them, never miss them...

Yes, they're... très chic..."

Blaine laughs at Kurt's flirtatious wink, although his head is still shaking in disbelief over the subject of this serenading session. Kurt narrows his eyes playfully at him, pointing a finger:

"You rock the look..."

He taps the finger to his chin next, wisely:

"...and then I have this book,

that says full eyebrows, well, they stand for passion..."

Blaine's lips purse in question, but Kurt smoothes the grin out of his face, rolls his eyes and shrugs nonchalantly for the following:

"So what if I lack just the word... to pin down their... appeal...

Kurt makes his hands into fist on either side of him, bringing his chin up for the finale:

"Well, here's the deal:

I think they rule, they have me struggling for words like a fool..."

He slowly uncurls his fingers, then turns to Blaine with a reverently raised eyebrow himself:

"Only one thought..."

He head falls in a nod of finality, eyes closed. Then he quickly opens them again, to connect to Blaine's, letting him see the glint in them:

"I think they're hot..."

His hands move skywards once more to halt in a perfected pose, that would have made Evita proud:

"...and triangu-laaaaar..."

The melody ebbs away in its final instrumental arrangement, and Kurt allows his voice to drag on with a quivering timbre, until there's almost no breath left in his lungs.

He keeps up the posture even a stretched second after that.

In spite of some mildly distracting, strangely breathy sounds coming from Blaine's direction. Along with some erratic claps.

Insides squirming, Kurt waits out until the music ends, and only then lets his arms fall down unceremoniously at his sides, finally turning the widest grin at his boyfriend.

Blaine is still shaking his head. His face is severely flushed, shoulders trembling with ripples of subdued laughter.

And of course, of course, his eyebrows are up. They're dancing, actually.

For a moment a slight strain around them has Kurt suspecting, that Blaine might be trying to actually keep their treacherous movement in check.

But then Blaine obviously gives up, and adds a defeated pout to their bunching frown, voice wavering:

"Kurt. Disney. My eyebrows?"

Kurt laughs and lets himself sink down onto the couch next to Blaine, leaning towards him and tapping a finger at his chest.

"Yeah. Correct. Each one of them. I think they're the perfect combination, really..."

Another adorable jerk of brows above a blink prompts Kurt to elaborate, and he does, letting his look caress affectionately along their form:

"Why, they're stretchy..." Blaine snorts, but Kurt just keeps going: "...and expressive just like those of the next best Disney character. They made me think of using a Disney song in the first place..."

Kurt touches gentle fingertips to the serenaded brows for an instant, then lets the hand fall to settle onto Blaine's collar instead, thumb stroking at his neck playfully.

"You know, you'd make the perfect Eric. Or Aladdin, for that matter..."

Blaine searches out Kurt's eyes, distant amusement shining in them.

"I don't even now how to argue with that..."

Kurt giggles.

"Then don't."

Blaine smiles and they lose themselves in each other's gaze for a moment.

Then Blaine cocks his head: "Wait, there was this other thing..."

Kurt takes a breath. The triangular part? Because they really simply are, Kurt marvels once more, look lingering shortly.

But he says nothing and just mirrors Blaine's tilt of chin, with question, and Blaine closes his eyes for an instant, as if to concentrate and not being able to do so under Kurt's stare. Kurt smiles. Blaine does that often, when they are talking.

"That...that book you mentioned..."

"Oh, that. Yeah." Kurt nods but shrugs it off with a smile: "It's about face reading. I skimmed through it some time, just for fun, really. It says: Full, thick eyebrows indicate a passionate temper."

Kurt's voice almost hitches in his throat at the way Blaine's look changes with that, grows deeper somehow, but he continues bravely: "T-that means an affinity for passion, and pride, as much as anger, all sort of the same energy..."

Another surge runs through Kurt as Blaine inches closer, cutting him short with a low purr of voice:

"Let's stick with passion. Passion I understand..."

Kurt's chuckle runs dry as Blaine's nose already bumps his:

"Oh, do you now..." Blaine's answer is a throaty sound that drags on, then loses itself in a kiss, slow and binding.

Kurt gives in to it immediately, completely, although mumbling in a half-hearted attempt at being witty between kisses: "Oh, let's stay professional, here..." But then again, he's not really thinking of stopping himself.

Which is why a small gasp of indignation actually escapes his lips, when Blaine does pull away to break the kiss:

"I can't believe you just sang a song about my eyebrows."

Kurt's mind needs a moment to adjust, but then he reverently tilts his head at his boyfriend, snickering at Blaine's still mildly aghast expression at the idea:

"Well, I've sung one about your hair already..." Kurt brings his hand up to ghost a caress over Blaine's hairline, then continues it along the curve of his brows: "So, now your eyebrows..."

Kurt searches out Blaine's eyes, voice turning clever: "I guess, with that trend set, your lashes might be next..."

He smiles at Blaine's twitching grin. "Or... " He leans in again to playfully rub his cheek along Blaine's, tone tinged with slight accusation:"...that faint stubble here..."

Blaine draws back a little in a gasp:

"What, I shaved!"

Kurt chuckles at the empathic protest, but counters with the same mocking force:

"And you better had! Can't have you irritating my sensitive skin and ruining my flawless complexion by chafing...!"

Blaine's mouth opens, as if for a comeback, but then closes, and he blinks wide eyes at Kurt for a moment.

Then, something shifts in their depths again.

It has Kurt breathless, even before Blaine leans in close, with a slow shake of his head, mumbling against Kurt's lips:

"No, we really can't have that..."

And then the whisper turns into another kiss.

One worthy of being called passionate.