Pajamas
"You're wearing my pajamas," Kurt said.
"They're comfy," Blaine said.
"You wear old OSU sweats to bed. You said that bed is the one place where you feel no need to be remotely fashionable."
"And I don't. However these are comfy."
"And when exactly did you steal these from me?"
"Excuse me, I didn't steal anything. You left them here last time you slept over. Are you sure you can't tell your dad that Mercedes is having an emergency sleepover? Because I missed you today."
"I'm sure. He seemed suspicious last time. He said it was strange that Mercedes and Rachel kept needing me when you and I had special occasions."
Blaine sighed. "At least get into bed and cuddle before you have to leave?"
Kurt's eyes narrowed. "The last five times we've tried cuddling just before I leave we end up naked."
"Hey, I wasn't the only willing participant there. C'mon, we've got half an hour."
"Alright," Kurt climbed into his bed and Blaine rested his head on Kurt's chest. "So why did you decide to wear my pajamas?"
"They're comfy."
"But why didn't you wear your own comfy clothes?"
"I missed you. I missed you, and I'm stressed out, and I had pajamas here that smelled like you and wearing them and smelling you makes me feel better," Blaine said quickly.
"You don't have to be embarrassed. It's cute," Kurt said.
"I'm creepy."
"You're adorable," Blaine pulled the blanket over his head but Kurt pushed it back down. "Y'know what? I really like when you're the nerdy one and I'm the confident one. You should embarrass yourself more often."
"Hey!" Blaine lightly smacked his arm.
"I'm kidding! At least half kidding. Anyway, you know what this means?"
"That you'll never let me live this down?"
"That you're going to have to give me one of your shirts so we're even."
