“I still don’t see why the shirt I had on before wasn’t good enough.” Blaine’s voice was muffled as he struggled with a piece of clothing offscreen.
Kurt smiled to himself and shook his head. It was a good thing he and his boyfriend had decided to Skype before school that day; Blaine had appeared in front of the camera wearing a baby-vomit brown POLO SHIRT for Gucci’s sake. And he wasn’t even going to get started on the abominations he had called ‘pants’.
“Honey, shut up and do as I say.”
“Yes Kurtsie.”
“Blainey-Poo, what did I say about calling me Kurtsie?” Kurt’s voice sounded icy.
“That if I called you that, you’d call me Blainey-Poo.” Blaine sounded appropriately remorseful as he poked his head in-view of the camera. “Sorry love,” He pouted.
“You’re forgiven” As if Kurt could’ve resisted Blaine’s puppy-dog face if he tried.
“Okay, ready?”  Blaine sounded nervous, “I’m not sure about this shirt though, it’s a little tight...”
“Just get your cute little butt in front of the camera,” Kurt rolled his eyes. He KNEW the shirt was tight, that was exactly why he had suggested it.
His slightly blushing boyfriend edged his way fully in front of the camera and Kurt’s mind stuttered.
“Guh.”
Blaine reddened more but the corner of his mouth turned up a little too.
“Well? Kurt?”
“Mmmmn. Guh.”
“Did I break you?” Blaine was grinning properly now.
It was all his fault too. Kurt’s darkened eyes raked hungrily over his gorgeous boyfriend’s gorgeous body - from the bared clavicle which reminded Kurt of the noises Blaine made when he licked them, to his toned arms and the shirt which clung to them and all the way down to the skinny jeans which Kurt was very glad he’d made Blaine buy.
There was only one answer he could give, “You. Here. Now.”
Blaine’s eyes widened.