meme continuation. @killerblcnde

“Okay, okay!  No Creepy Pastas.  They make it impossible to get a decent night’s sleep anyway,” Blaine mumbled as he leaned over the couch and poured Quinn and himself refills on their tea. Taking a few steps around the sofa–a potholder was tossed onto the coffee table and he sat the kettle down on top of it.  Limbs gave out in a rather ungraceful collapse beside her. Grinning like a happy idiot–and he was considering that Quinn staying here made him endlessly happy to get the chance to spend time with her–Blaine grabbed the crocheted blanket from where it was draped over the couch arm next to him and motioned her in.  “How about we find something less blood bath and more spooky but both of us can still sleep to watch then?  Cause I think we got our last Trick-Or-Treater a half an hour ago.”