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Finn pushed the door open slowly, eyes widening when he spotted not one, but two figures in his step-brothers' double bed.

Blaine burrowed deeper into Kurt's chest, sighing happily when the taller boy began to card his fingers through the dark curls. Kurt couldn't suppress a smile, bending down to press a kiss to the crown of Blaine's head.

"You should take off your jacket." He scolded softly, "You'll overheat otherwise."

With a grumble the younger male complied, left only in his white shirt and jeans – socks and shoes having long since disappeared – and curled up into the countertenors side, blinking up at him blearily.

There was a moment when Kurt seemed to search his face for something, and Blaine blushed under the scrutiny. A long pale hand gently closed Blaine's eyes and Kurt breathed a laugh. "Go to sleep, B. I'll wake you when you have leave."

"Mm. Love you."

"I love you too. Sleep, Blaine."

"'S pushy."

Finn heard Kurt's giggle as he silently pulled the door closed again, and his brows drew together in confusion. After a moments' deliberation, however, he stopped and his features softened. Someone had just told his step-brother that they loved him. Despite the fact that that someone was a delinquent who would rather smoke than socialise, or the fact that no one knew much about him; even the way Blaine constantly fought with the jocks – none of that mattered right now, because despite it all, he loved Kurt, and Kurt loved him.

Finn smiled to himself on his wander back to his room, thoughts of finding his confiscated COD game forgotten.

Kurt wasn't alone anymore. That's all that mattered.


A/N: Just a sweet little drabble I came up with once. My little contribution to the BadBoy!Blaine bandwagon. Unbeta'd, and probably not my best work, but I think it's sweet.

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