Blaine was in the library, his iPod on full volume, mouthing the words to his favorite songs as he copied down his calculus homework from the massive textbook in front of him. He grinned a little, because Teenage Dream came on, and it just made him think of Kurt. He stared off into the dusty beams of light shining through Dalton's expansive library on that Tuesday afternoon and smiled to himself. How lucky was he to have such an amazing boyfriend? He was so sweet and kind, so witty all the time. Blaine sighed and went back to his math homework. What would he be without Kurt? He'd given Blaine much more courage then Blaine could have ever given Kurt. And that was just the beginning. Aside from all the other wonderful things that made up Kurt, there was kissing Kurt. God was that amazing. It was incredible to think that he and only he was allowed to kiss Kurt. He felt like a selfish little boy who didn't have to share any of his toys. "Be your teenage dream tonight..." He hummed to himself, finally finishing up his work.

BAM.

Blaine jumped, tugging out his left earbud, his head darting up to the source of the sound. His mind finally registered that a book had been slammed down on his table, and the person slamming that book down was none other than his sweet, innocent boyfriend with a scowl on his porcelain features. All the lofty, fragrant emotions Blaine had been feeling had drained from his complexion when he saw that face. Kurt was... angry. He hadn't really seen this look. And he'd never seen this look directed at him.

"Hi, Kurt..." He started, a tentative smile lighting his face. "What's up?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, glanced around the room, and then placed his palms on the book he dropped, leaning in to his boyfriend's face.

"Ok, Blaine." Kurt won the bitch award several times over for that face. "Here's what's going to happen." Kurt glanced around the library to check for other people, then pulled up a chair and sat across from him. "I'm tired of you calling me "cute."" Air quotes. Bitchy air quotes.

Blaine's eyebrows creased. But Kurt always loved that. And Kurt was cute. He's always cute.

"Now since you seem to have no faith in my sexy faces, I believe that I'm going to have to prove to you that I am in fact: sexy."

Something triggered for Blaine, and he realized that Kurt was projecting what seemed like an elaborate speech he'd been working on.

"Kurt- I was wrong about that, I've seen you sexy."

"Name one time when you thought I was sexy." Forceful planned out Kurt was a scary Kurt.

"Well, I- I... there's plenty of times." Blaine stuttered, nerves taking over him.

"Exactly. You can't think of anything specific. So I've come up with a plan to make you see things my way." Kurt sat up straight, placing one hand neatly upon the other.

"What are you-"

"I've decided to sing to you. Something... sexy."

"Ok... and you're judging whether or not I think you're sexy?" Blaine eased out of his nerves and attempted to accept the challenge levelly.

"Precisely." Kurt said with the tilt of his head and a smile.

"And how are you going to judge it? You obviously don't think I'm telling the truth when I say you're sexy now... so...?"

"If you don't have a rocket in your pocket by the time I've finished my song. Then I lose."

Blaine laughed despite himself. Kurt was too cute. Oh yeah, he wasn't allowed to use that word anymore.

"Don't laugh!" Kurt flushed, pouting sternly. He kicked Blaine from under the table.

"I'm sorry! Ow!" Blaine chuckled unable to stop smiling. "So what happens if you win, Mr. Hummel?"

"If I win, as punishment for your insolence and for calling my sexy faces "gas pains", you don't get to touch me for a week."

"A-a week?" Blaine practically exploded. He took another glance around the room, but it was still empty.

"Five days, yes." Kurt was looking mighty pleased with himself once more. He leaned in, his lips parting, and he took Blaine's hand in his. "But I know you have faith in the fact that I can't be sexy."

"But, Kurt-"

Kurt leaned in a little more, his breath reaching Blaine's cheek. "If you don't get hard you can have me however you like. That shouldn't be a challenge, now should it?" Sliding back to his perfect posture, Kurt smiled, the most evil smile. "Tomorrow night. Your room. I hope you're prepared to lose."

And with that he tightened the strap on his bag, stood, and vacated the room leaving his boyfriend in a completely different mood.