Blaine settled back into the couch as he pressed the “Menu” button on the remote so it would skip through all of the movie trailers from the late 1980’s that he had been far too young for to really remember all that well. It seemed, to him at least, that all of that exceptionally great action movies that he had come to love growing up had been the older classics from the 70s and 80s. Between the original Star Wars and the first couple Indiana Jones films, action had always been one of his favorite genres ever since he was little. Back in those days the actors seemed far more genuine and composed then nowadays, because during those decades Harrison Ford, Bruce Willis, Sylvester Stallone, and Sean Connery were the stars of their respective series and films, not the overly-done computer generated stunts and green-screened backgrounds. Everything just seemed far more real, and the stories were always based around the character, not the action itself. What happened to those movies? Well…they were being remade of course, because producers and directors loved the classics so much that they just had to go ahead and ruin the originals by redoing them with new faces and new action-filled stunts that were so unbelievably far-fetched that they easily drew anyone’s attention. He missed the originals, the very first Star Wars that only lasted fifty-four minutes but it was so well done and the characters were so well scripted that it didn’t matter how short the film was. Then there was Raiders of the Lost Ark and The Temple of Doom, two of his absolute favorite Harrison Ford movies that actually made him want to grow up to become an Archeologist at one point in his adolescence. Not to mention Willis’ Die Hard series, Stallone’s hardcore Rambo films, and Connery’s smooth and suave Bond movies.

The musician smiled as he tilted his head the slightest bit to glance at Kurt, the way he worded his question nearly made him chuckle as he climbed to his feet and walked back over towards the door, reaching a hand to flip the lights in the room off. Blaine tossed the remote onto the couch before proceeding to unbutton his dress shirt while maneuvering towards his bed, and slipped his arms out of it. Folding it neatly he dropped the once perfectly clean white shirt over the comforter and tugged at his v-neck undershirt before making his way back over to the couch, taking a seat next to the actor without taking into consideration that he was sitting very close to him. But he never noticed these sorts of details, his personal bubble was nearly nonexistent, and that was just the way he was…though he never could reason as to why he had always felt so comfortable around people, especially with the way in which individuals - most importantly his father - had treated him as he grew up. Nonetheless he leaned back into the comfort of the couch, grabbing the remote off the cushion next to him and finally pressed “Play”. He had half the mind to ask if Kurt wanted something to change into, because dress shirts and suit pants were never all that comfortable to hang out in, especially when you were attempting to relax from a fairly exhausting past couple hours. So once again he got up from the couch, his indecisiveness starting to get to him as he pulled a pair of plain dark gray sweatpants and a long-sleeved Ohio State Football shirt out of his closet - much to his amusement. With a kind smile he handed them to the actor, “Here you go, I figured you’d be uncomfortable in that…you can change in the bathroom if you’d like”.

Blaine waited until Kurt had locked himself in the rather small restroom before he grabbed a second pair of sweatpants from his overly-stuffed closet- mostly filled with shoes of course - and pulled off his dirt-ridden gray slacks, replacing them with the fairly comfortable sweats. He dropped the dress pants onto his bed with the rest of his clothing and plopped back onto the couch, telling himself that he wasn’t leaving it at least until the movie was over. The musician paused the movie, which had just started to roll through the opening credits, and glanced over at Kurt when he came back out, changed and looking a little more comfortable than before. Running his fingers through his gelled hair in an attempt to free the dark brunette curls from their constraints, luckily managing to get them into a more messy and yet natural look. Once Kurt had taken his seat again Blaine gave him another smile, “So I suppose I should first say that I sort of have this minuscule obsession with action movies…classics though, not the over-rated contemporary films. This one in particular is one of my favorites, and Bruce Willis is really great in it. If I can remember correctly it was made in ‘88…but anyways, it’s called Die Hard. And if this doesn’t start converting you to growing a soft spot for action films that I may just have a problem,” he chuckled and let it fade into a half-smile, his eyes lingering a little too long on Kurt’s gaze before returning to the television screen and pressing “Play” once more.

Kurt’s eyes followed Blaine as he moved across the room, until his eyes required to adjust to the newly dimmed room. It felt a lot smaller, cozier and there was some wave of exhaustion crashing over him leaving his eyes feeling heavy. Of course, Kurt fought against this because it was entirely rude to suggest that they talk or watch a movie and fall asleep before it even began. His eyes fixated on the screen, smiling in amusement as Blaine sat down and then got back up again. Truthfully, Kurt wasn’t entirely educated when it came to movies. He enjoyed the same ones over and over again. They were usually musicals or classics such as pretty much anything Audrey Hepburn. But really, that was about it. Kurt was one of those people who simply stuck to what they knew they enjoyed, there was no reason to branch out when he had a handful of movies he enjoyed to listen to in the background, which inspired him, captured his heart and imagination and left him feeling better. The actor was a complete romantic, he adored the idea of romance and love and everything in between, the stories and the people; these movies he fell back on captivated everything he was completely fond of. Finally, Kurt tore his eyes away from the screen, where admittedly they’d been in more of a stare than actually watching, and returned Blaine’s smile before looking at the clothes in his hand, suppressing the urge to frown. Kurt Hummel did not wear sweat pants. He hadn’t worn them for years and yet right now it was incredibly tempting to get out of the tailored trousers. He took the clothes softly before standing with a thankful smile, looking in the direction of the gestured room and following his gaze.

Kurt hung the clothes over the sink, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as he looked around the quaint room. He couldn’t suppress the small chuckle as he saw the tub of gel, which just had to belong to Blaine, as he slipped the shirt from his body slowly and folded it expertly. His eyes rolled carefully at the Ohio State Football shirt before slipping it on with both a sense of homesickness and comfort. As much as he didn’t belong in Lima, he did miss it quite a lot because really, he could cope with the insensitivities in comparison to the business, the stress and the hurt that came with his time in New York. But really, New York was home. He felt like he belonged here and that Lima, Ohio had just been some stepping stone on his way here. After changing into the sweat pants, resting them on his hips to counteract the length differences in legs. After folding up his suit trousers to a decent degree of perfection, Kurt hooked the clothes over his arm before stepping back out into the room whilst running his fingers through his hair. He’d never been quite so dressed down for a while. Even when Blaine had come to visit him when he was sick, his pyjamas had been designer and whilst they were comfortable, they were less loungewear and they had been his. It was odd, wearing Blaine’s clothes, but also comforting to a degree. The last time he’d worn someone else’s clothes, it had been his mother’s sweater, which was more for comfort than anything else. He was incredibly particular about what he wore and yet he didn’t care at this specific moment as he sat back down on the sofa, pulling a leg underneath him. “Well, I most sincerely hope I do enjoy it because your taste in everything else so far has been amazing.” Kurt grinned at Blaine before turning to face the screen, yawning against the back of his hand slightly. He didn’t know why he felt so tired all of a sudden. Maybe it was the warmth and the level of relaxation he felt, the comfort of having Blaine there, the previous events taking an emotional toll on him.