I do not own Glee

I do not own Kurt or Blaine

I don't even own a bowtie

:P

"I told you, Blaine, we need to coordinate."

"But I love my outfit!"

The taller boy stared at him up and down and sighed.

Blaine only rolled his eyes. "It's a free country."

"I know it's a free country." Kurt replied coyly.

"So, a guy can't wear a bowtie without upsetting his boyfriend." Blaine closed his locker and laced his fingers over Kurt's, leading their way to cross the hallway. Kurt evened his pace so that they were walking side by side, hand in hand. "Well, no, but now that we both wear bowties…" Kurt eyed a pair of Cheerios who pointedly snickered at them. "…we look ridiculous, Blaine."

"Really?" Blaine smirked, as if without a care in the world. "I think we look adorable," he said as they entered the choir room – which was empty since they were the first ones there for glee club.

Kurt put his satchel down and leaned his back onto the piano in the middle of the room. "In some respects," he said, giving what Blaine had said some thought. "…I think it does look cute." upon the goofy grin on the curly boy's face, he quickly added "A little."

Blaine raised his eyebrow, leaning closer to him, resting his hand on the piano besides Kurt's waist. "You love the bowtie." he assumed seduction.

Kurt stared at him, a smile tugging at either side of his lips, a twinkle in his eyes. He pulled Blaine's bowtie loose as his mischievous grin widened.

Blaine looked down on his undone bowtie and frowned at his boyfriend – who was blinking at him with big doe-eyes innocently – in mock resent. Kurt's giggling turned into yelping as Blaine began to assault his stomach with tickles and smothering his neck and face with little kisses.

"AAAH!" the taller boy yelped as he was being pushed back further onto the piano "okay, OKAY! KEEP THE BOWTIE! BLAINE – YOU CAN KEEP THE BOWTIE! PLEASE, BLAINE – AAAH!"