“I have a proposal,” Blaine says, sitting down on the edge of the bed and fiddling with the bedspread.
“Another one?” Kurt says and wiggles his hand. It’s a bad pun, and he’s already done it a hundred times at least, but he can’t help himself. Blaine proposed, they’re engaged.
Blaine gives him a nervous smile. “Yeah. Another one.”
Kurt senses the tension and schools himself, sitting down next to him. “What is it?”
“I was wondering if we could, uhm, schedule our…my…when I…” Blaine trails off, doesn’t meet Kurt’s eyes. He takes a deep breath. “I would like to schedule rimming sessions,” he says in a quick rush, his gaze fixed on the floor boards.