I own nothing

Blaine's life could be summed up as a series of obsessions. When Blaine was small, he never missed an episode of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. He could still name all of Mr. Roger's imagined characters. In elementary school, Blaine had known every single Pokémon by name, with evolutions. In middle school, he had collected information about Joseph Gordon-Levitt with the same ferocity that his sister had collected beanie babies. Even now, Blaine still voraciously read anything about Harry Potter, followed the cast of RENT to almost stalkerish levels, and owned every piece of music Katy Perry had ever published. But never had Blaine had an obsession quite like the one he had over Kurt Hummel. Blaine couldn't get those blue eyes, that perfect coif, that smooth, ivory skin out of his head.

No, Blaine Anderson was no stranger to obsession, but when he realized he was responsible for over ninety percent of the views for McKinley High's production of "Le Jazz Hot" on YouTube, he thought he might have gone a bit too far, even for him.

"He doesn't need this from you," Blaine scolded himself even as he clicked on a link labeled "Vogue, starring the famous, fabulous Sue Sylvester." Blaine jumped out of his skin at a loud rap on his door exactly 59 seconds later.

"Just a second!" exclaimed Blaine, jumping out of bed and yanking at his pants. Blaine threw open the door to his dorm to see Kurt Hummel himself beaming at him from behind the frame.

"Kurt!" Blaine squeaked, "I thought you went to Lima for the weekend!"

"Change of plans," responded Kurt. "Dad and Carole decided to go on a sort of mini-honeymoon to Columbus, and New Directions is busy getting ready for Regionals, so I decided to come back early."

Blaine felt his dapper façade slip into place as he said, "Well, welcome to Casa Blaine, the only occupied dorm this fabulous MLK weekend!"

Kurt grinned. God, it should be illegal to look that beautiful, thought Blaine.

"So how is Casa Blaine going to entertain?" teased the countertenor with a flip of his hair.

"Well..." said Blaine, trying to ignore the blueness of the eyes staring at him expectantly. "Are you hungry?"

"Not especially. I ate on the ride up."

With superhuman effort, Blaine drew his attention away from Kurt's pursed lips. "Mmm… Movie marathon, then?"

"I like the way you think, Anderson."

Blaine liked the way Kurt did everything. Kurt sauntered over to Blaine's DVD kiosk, and Blaine tried not to notice how perfect his butt looked in his white skinny jeans as he leaned over to inspect Blaine's collection.

"God, Blaine, how many copies of RENT do you own?" exclaimed Kurt.

"Just four!" Blaine protested. "The Chris Columbus version, the original Broadway, the…" he trailed off at the smirk on Kurt's face.

"How about a Harry Potter marathon?"

Blaine loved this boy. He was going to marry him. He was going to live with him forever and do dirty, dirty... "Blaine?"

"What? Oh! Yes! That sounds fantastic!"

A.N.: Special thanks to Anna R.