God, they're gorgeous -- a fact Corrigan knew, but it's much more potent when he can feel them, smell them, when they fit so perfectly into his arms. Kurt reaches up, laces their arms around his neck and its the easiest thing in the world for Corrigan to lift them off the ground, backing up to sit on the bed with them in his lap.

"Baby, am I anything like anyone else?" He teases, settling Kurt with their legs spread over his thighs, his hands languidly feeling up the shape of their hips, their back, their ass. "I never say things I don't mean. When I say I've been thinking about you in my arms, in my bed, I mean it."

Then, tilting his head, Corrigan adds archly: "And when I say that you'd better kiss me before I lose my mind, I mean that too."