"No, no, no. Rachel... baby-I... you said you liked it when I call you that! Rach- but I'm hanging out with the guys. And Kurt."

Kurt shot him a murderous glare, and Blaine cooed soft reassurances in his ear, rubbing a calloused hand soothingly up his boyfriend's arm. Finn waved him off distractedly, brow furrowing as he tried to decipher the shrill barking of his remarkably loud girlfriend.

"No, you can't talk to him... I'm just as sensible-Rachel! I just, I Can't come over... no! I've barely talked to Quinn in six months! We're not... baby... fine I won't!"

He snapped his cellphone shut and chucked it at the wall, effectively cutting of the voice that Kurt was half certain could still be heard even upon ending the call.

Finn let out a strangled growl, and shot to his feet to pace... no prowl around the room, hands permanently fisted in his hair, muttering nonsensical strings of obscenities.

The semi mangled phone let out the second obnoxious ringtone of the night. Finn literally roared at the ceiling, ignoring the amused glances his friends shared, controls still clutched in their hands, game paused mid gunfire.

He picked up the offending object gingerly... and proceeded to throw it out the window.

Kurt choked, partly in protest at the mistreatment of viable technology. Mostly from the hilarity of it all.

Blaine smothered the threatening chuckle in Kurt's shoulder, even as the other boys guffawed unashamedly. Finn swiped at his hair in a futile attempt to make it look acceptable, and settled, cross-legged, into his previous position next to Puck, eyes screwed shut.

There was a moment of silence, before the boys all burst into renewed laughter. Finn grimaced, eyelids shooting back open.

"It's not funny guys. She's insane."

"Yeah, well. Bitches be crazy." There was a beat, and then they were roaring in amusement again.

"And you'd know, would you Kurt?"  Puck got out between chuckles. Kurt shrugged good naturedly.

"I'm just sayin'. This is why I date guys." Blaine mimed being deeply wounded, clutching at his heart.

"Guys?" Kurt rolled his eyes, even as he leaned into his boyfriend, raising a teasing eyebrow.

"You mean you haven't found the emails?" Blaine pouted and Kurt chuckled.

"I guess I can break off my string of torrid affairs for you babe. Wes will be heartbroken." Blaine made to stand up, and Kurt tugged him back down with a smirk.

Blaine returned to his side, infuriated expression just on the cusp of a grin. Kurt rolled his eyes again at his boyfriends continued - though weakening- facade, and threaded a hand through his curls to tug him into a kiss. They broke apart after a few seconds. They were in the presence of company, after all.

They turned back to several incredulous faces. Their smitten grins faded a tad, half worried about hidden homophobic tendencies bubbling to the surface...

Finn gestured between them, mouth open, helplessly trying to form words. The boys looked blankly at him.

"Come on Finn. Put that brain cell to work." Blaine snorted and pressed a kiss on Kurt's ear fondly. Finn exhaled, and tried again.

"How do you guys do that?" They glanced at each other and back at the bumbling boy Kurt called brother.

"Do what?" They glanced around the group, all of whom seemed to have forgotten how those funny contraptions called mouths worked. Artie gestured at them again, as if his equally useless input would enlighten them.

"Like... talk about dating other dudes and stuff, without freaking him out? I mean... if I had talked to Brit or Tina like that? They'd go insane. Well. Brittany wouldn't, but she can't count to 2, so..."

Kurt seemed to ponder this for a second before breaking into a soft beam.

"Oh my god Blaine, there are perks to being gay!" His boyfriend nudged him gently, grinning.

"Like getting to have you." Kurt shoved him back, the telltale flush of flattery rising on his neck.

"You are almost adorable as you are cliche. Try again." The other boys held back a groan at their sugary sweet cuteness.

Puck tried this time.

"Seriously dudes. How do you manage it? Call each other babe, and talk to each other about hot guys... just how? I mean, even the Puckasaurus got called out by Fabray from time to time." He looked helplessly at the boys, who looked incredulously at each other.

Here they were, playing video games with Finn, Puck, Artie, and Mike, all very straight boys, most of whom used to push people like them around for their sexuality, now asking the boyfriends politely for relationship advice.

Kurt couldn't help it. He succumbed to hilarity once again, doubling over with laughter he couldn't suppress. Blaine's face split into a grin at his better half's mirth, and he carded a fond hand through his Kurt's hair.

The boy for once, was too caught up in the hilarity to care about his perfectly coiffed 'do.

"Honestly? You're asking gay guys for advice on girls?" They kind of shrugged helplessly, leaning unconsciously forwards towards the couple, as if they held the very secrets that would unravel the universe at their feet.

Kurt heaved out a sigh, looking to Blaine cluelessly.

"I don't know. God, I thought I dodged this bullet the day I found a poster of Johnny Depp devastatingly hot-" Blaine frowned.

"Johnny Depp? Really?" Kurt shrugged. 

"You know I've found other men attractive in my life. I'm not just gay for you babe." Blaine smirked.

"I know. I'm just surprised at that particular choice... I mean, For me it was Tom Felton-" 

"Guys?" Finn looked vaguely nauseated, as the two flushed a brilliant shade of chartreuse.

Kurt cleared his throat.

"Uh... truth is, I don't really know. I mean, god, you dated Quinn and Rachel, and they're as crazy as they come. With us two, it's just easier. Less jealousy. Especially in Lima, where the gay population is about ten. Less worrying about missed dates and crap. You know what, that's probably just me and Blaine, so..."

"No, dude, that sounds awesome! I mean, you guys can joke, and talk about other guys without being asked if you think they're prettier, and..."

"What?" Finn froze mid sentence.

"Nothing. What? Just... I mean, what's that like? Do you just, get to like... leave clothes on the floor and eat pizza in bed, and...." They fixed him with a stare that clearly said, have you met us?

"Finn, this is Kurt. Say hello." Finn slapped Blaine's gesturing hand out of his face and stuck out his tongue.

"Fine." Mike sat there through it all, looking around the room awkwardly.

"I don't have this problem with Tina." Puck shot him a glare.

"Dude. She's still a chick. I've seen her freak out at you for liking Brittany or whatever." He frowned to himself.

"That's not the same!"

"Oh, isn't it? All I'm saying, is that a world where you can hang out with your bro, but also have sex at any time? It's seems like a good one." Kurt blushed furiously once again, and Blaine smirked a little to himself, sitting back against the framework at the foot of the bed and taking a swig of his drink.

Finn gagged on air at the lack of denial on their part, and the obvious, be jealous vibe Blaine was giving off. He pointed an accusing finger in his direction.

"No funny business Anderson! That's my brother over there, and I'll do what I have to if you try anything on him." Blaine held up his hands in defense, suddenly upright, eyes open wide at the implication of his words.

"B-but, me and Kurt are consenting adul-- teenaged type people, and-"

"Shut up Blaine." HIs mouth snapped shut with an audible click at Kurt's words. His ears were still flaming. Finn looked vaguely nauseous again, and Puck just looked amused.

"You guys got it good. I mean, I've dated Quinn, Berry, and Zizes. I don't even know how I'm still alive. But you guys... you like, never fight." The boyfriends exchanged a nervous, knowing glance.

"Yeah." Artie, thankfully, picked the conversation back up.

"You can't even talk man. At least you guys all have girlfr- significant others. I got nothing." Kurt smirked teasingly at him.

"Jealous?" His eyes shifted nervously for a few moments, before he exploded.

"Yes! Okay. Yes. That world Puck described sounded freaking awesome. You guys don't even need to worry about like condo-"

"Okay, that's enough, I think we should resume this game, don't you?" Mike looked significantly at Finn, apparently the only one sane enough, or uncomfortable enough, to return to the simplicity of video games.

The boys hit play, and continued in the welcome silence, bar yelled curse words, and the sound effects the speakers emitted. 

Until Finn spoke up rather timidly.

"You had a crush on Draco Malfoy?" Blaine choked on his water.