Blaine was flopped out at full length on the sofa, arms and legs splayed in comfortable inelegance and head resting in Kurt’s lap. Perfect way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

“If you could have any kind of pet—”

“Blaine,” Kurt interrupted, the hand that been carding idly through Blaine’s hair coming to a standstill, “we’ve been through this. I don’t want a pet. Animals require a certain amount of care and attention, and I won’t have time for that when I go to New York next ye—”

Blaine lifted his hand and pressed his index finger to Kurt’s lips. “Shhh, I don’t want to hear your irrelevant facts,” he tutted. “This isn’t one of those boring, what-do-you-want-for-dinner, real life kind of questions. It’s a what if. What if you could have any pet in the world?” he reiterated, making a grand, sweeping gesture with both hands to emphasize the literally endless possibilities. “I’d have a dog. Simple, I know, but they’re so cuddly and fuzzy and loyal. A puppy wouldn’t tell me I looked like I dressed myself in the dark. They don’t judge.”

Kurt rolled his eyes and chose to ignore that jab. Any remarks on his part about Blaine’s questionable fashion sense were absolutely warranted. Instead, he pursed his lips and focused on the question at hand.

“I guess…” he said finally, after several quiet moments spent mulling it over. “I guess I’d want a unicorn.”

”Now we’re talking!” Blaine grinned, glad to see his boyfriend playing along and even getting creative with it. “You have to say why, though.”

“They’re majestic and wouldn’t shed on my clothing or furniture.” Kurt’s shoulders hitched in a pragmatic shrug. “They would be the ultimate accessory to any outfit, and they would never question my judgment or make sarcastic remarks or drool on my shoulder.” If Blaine could add in subtle, not-quite-serious boyfriend critique, so could Kurt.

Blaine, however, did not seem to appreciate this. “That was one time!” He sat up and crossed his arms, an indignant pout gracing his features. He’d just been really tired that day, okay? Jeez. “You don’t play this game right. Those were like, the worst reasons to choose a unicorn ever.”

“Oh really?” One meticulously groomed eyebrow lifted. “You asked a question and I answered it truthfully. What, pray tell, would you have liked me to say?”

“I don’t know. Unicorns are awesome and um… they can gallop over rainbows and, I don’t know, stuff like that!”

“My apologies, Mr. Anderson.” Kurt’s lips twitched, suppressing an a smile. “I’ll strive to be more nuts in the future.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hummel.” Blaine grinned back, leaning over to press his lips to Kurt’s cheek, frustration gone. It really was a silly thing to argue over, anyway. “I’d appreciate it.”