"Go, go, GO! Damnit," Burt was yelling at the television screen, sitting in his recliner, his stare focused.

"You know, I knew America wouldn't win," Blaine stated, pointing at the runners on the screen and shifting under Kurt's arm, "But I had no idea Canada would win. That was a surprise."

Burt let out a loud exhale, "I guess. 

"Carole, boys, you want anything to eat? I think gymnastics is about to start."

Kurt and Blaine looked at one another from the corner of their eyes, passing a wordless message: admiration is fine with subtlty.

"Could I just have a glass of water?" Kurt looked to where is dad was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

The commercials during the Olympics were torture. More than five minutes of meaningless advertisements, and it was enough to make everyone in the room close to reaching for the remote to find a new channel.

But the music started playing and everyone settled back in their seats.

Blaine tucked his feet around and snuggled close to Kurt, making sure they wouldn't be able to make eye contact when the athletes were on screen. Ogling over buff men was an uncomfortable situation that neither Kurt nor Blaine wanted to experience.

The entirety of the competition was sat in silence, the only noises coming from bodies shifting in time with the routines on screen.

"Didn't place, but that gymnastics sure is something, hm?" Burt said as he reached for the remote on the coffee table.

Kurt stretched his arms over his head, "Yeah, really intense."

A few moments passed without another word, until Blaine spoke up, "Could we go to your room? Or something?"

"Yeah, sure," this all felt awkward to Kurt. His family around. The discomfort about the gymnastics athletes.

"Don't stay up too late. And don't lock the door," But commanded, his face stern.

Kurt let out a nervous giggle as he stood up and started walking toward the stairs, "I have to take Blaine home by 12, and we'll be good. Door unlocked."

The two boys made their way into Kurt's room, both sitting on his bed.

"What if I looked like that?" Blaine was sitting cross-legged, his knees pressing into Kurt's thigh, "Like those gymnasts."

Kurt looked like he had a bad taste in his mouth and nose, "Ehh. I mean, don't get me wrong, those guys looked good, but...you look perfect."

Blaine's face relaxed, his mouth turning into a smile as he pressed a kiss on Kurt's cheek, "Same to you," he wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt, pulling him down so they were laying next to each other.

"Now I have this weird picture in my head of you with those muscles," Kurt was laughing, his eyes closed and focused on the mental image, "Please don't become a gymnast. Or a body builder, for that matter."

"I promise to adhere to that as long as you do the same," Blaine tucked his head under Kurt's chin, running his hand up and down Kurt's side.

Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head, which was never a satisfactory gesture when Blaine couldn't even feel it under all of the gel, but he did it anyway.

"I promise."

They lay there for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence.

"But if you ever wanted to try diving," Kurt blurted out, his face turning red.

Blaine was laughing, his body vibrating under Kurt.

"Yeah, that'd be good," he admitted, "And same to you. Those divers have amazing butts."

Kurt let out a quick laugh, composing himself quickly, and then hummed quietly, "My thoughts exactly."