Hey hi hello! I'm Kitty, and this is my first step into the wonderful world of Glee fanfiction. Basically, I've written down the songs in my "Top 25 Most Played" playlist on my iPod, and I'm going to attempt to write a Klaine one-shot for each song. Yep! There's a few doubles (as in the same song, except different versions) and I'll be letting you guys vote between twodifferent songs… if anyone does vote, haha. I've noticed that there's a lot of Darren Criss and A Very Potter Sequel songs in here, so you've been warned, and there's basically none of the new Glee songs (my laptop broke before I could put Volume 4 on, and I've only got two Warbler songs. Boo!) A few things before I begin – 1) One-shots will not relate to each other, unless it's stated. 2) Their relationship status will differ as well. In some they could be in an established relationship (like in this one), in others they could be rekindling an old flame and in another they could be angsting over their supposed unrequited love. 3) They will vary in length, whether it's a few hundred or a few thousand words, I won't know until I'm writing it.

And that's pretty much it! I'll end this long authors note now; Favourite, review, alert, etc. Constructive Criticism is welcome, and no flames please. And most importantly, Enjoy!

Title: Sleepyhead
Rating: T (For one use of the 'F' Word. Dundundun!)
Summary: Blaine's favourite things include cuddling, sleeping in and watching Kurt sleep - and yes, he is aware of how creepy that sounds, thank you very much.

A Few of my Favourite Things

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And you said - it was like fire around the brim;

Burning solid, burning thin, the burning rim.

Like stars burning holes right through the dark,

Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes.

You were one inch from the edge of this bed,

I dragged you back, a sleepyhead.

They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst,

With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst.

They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin,

Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin.

My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors,

Of your eyes, begonia skies, like a sleepyhead.

{Sleepyhead - Passion Pit
"A Chunk of Change", 2008}

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If there was one thing Blaine loved more than cuddling (with Kurt, preferably), it was sleeping in, especially during the summer. Instead of waking up with dread as he slowly remembered deadlines, destinations and dates, he could stay in bed and think about anything and everything he wanted, as long as they didn't include anything to do with school (he felt his stomach knot up in anticipation at the thought of Dalton). The best thing about sleeping in today? Kurt was with him. Which meant that he could spend the morning watching him sleep (he's aware of how creepy that sounds, thank you very much), or talking with him about the new issue of Vogue –

If he could find him, that is.

With a groan and a rustling of the sheets, Blaine began to do a fairly limited search for his boyfriend. He lifted up the duvet to make sure he hadn't crawled up to the end of the bed - where he was nowhere to be found - before rolling over to the left and letting his head drop down and to the right to see if he had fallen off the edge in the middle of the night as he gazed under the bed - which he hadn't. Sighing, Blaine slid up, using his arms to support his weight and not putting them by his side until his back rested lightly against the headboard of his double bed. The rising sun reflected off almost everything in the room, due to the colour scheme being restricted to white furniture and decorations only, and he automatically squinted as he gazed around the room. After what felt like an eternity, he found Kurt by the window, russet hair glowing in the sunlight and thin, satin green over-sized pyjamas loosely adorning his body as he stared out at the landscape before him. Blaine couldn't help the smile that spread slowly across his face.

"Hey beautiful," he called out softly, watching as the younger teen jumped in recognition of Blaine's unsuspecting voice. Kurt held a pale hand over his chest as the speed of his heart increased and a blush painted itself over his cheeks, turning from his spot at the window to stare at the person who intruded on his thoughts.

"You scared me." He answered, glaring mockingly at the raven-haired boy who was still squinting against the light.

Blaine grinned at his boyfriend trying to look menacing. Two can play at that game, he thought, glaring back and crossing his arms in a childish manner. "Well, that's for scaring me when I woke up by myself."

Kurt rolled his eyes and gave a small smile. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep." He replied, tone filled with exhaustion as he ran a hand through his bed head. The raven haired boy across the room gave a small frown, looking at his other half before patting and area of the bed lightly. Kurt got the message almost immediately and moved from the large windowsill where he was resting to perch on the edge of the bed. Blaine slowly crawled behind him, resting his hands lightly on the younger Warbler's shoulders and began whispering in his ear.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" he questioned, beginning to pepper small kisses along Kurt's neck while he waited for an answer. Kurt gulped, his face turning an 'attractive' shade of red as he suddenly noticed small things - like how Blaine was shirtless and was kissing him in the sensitive spot behind his ear and was slowly nipping his earlobe and, fuck, if he didn't stop grazing his neck with his teeth then he was going to stop breathing and promptly die – before shaking his head as he began to try to answer Blaine's question.

"Well I, uh," bite "woke up a few hours ago" nip "and my eyes were sore when I closed them" smooch "so I decided to look out the window until you, uhm, " lick "woke up," a scratch and an involuntary groan from the receiver "and I swear, Blaine Michael Anderson, if you do not stop what you are doing right now I will not be held responsible for my actions."

Blaine stopped and rested his forehead against Kurt's forehead, a smile breaking out across his face as his eyelashes fluttered softly against his temple.

"What, you mean this?" he teased, beginning to kiss down Kurt's jaw, purposefully kissing the edge of his mouth before stopping and moving his head so he could look Kurt in the eye. Blaine gave a smug smile as his companion mumbled "tease", looking down at the floor in an attempt to ignore him. As he moved to sit back up, he felt a hand on his shoulder and another on his cheek, and before he knew it his lips were promptly occupied. Blaine smiled into the unexpected, yet sweet kiss as he broke it off, giving Kurt another peck on the lips before moving to his original position and quickly wrapping his arms around the younger teen's shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Kurt questioned, beginning to tilt his head to look at his boyfriend before he felt himself being pulled back. Panicking, he squealed and began to violently kick his legs in the air, only stopping when he felt his back hit the Blaine's bare torso, which began to rumble loudly with laughter. Kurt huffed in mock annoyance and crossed his arms as his back hit the bed's surface and a familiar face loomed over him.

"I hate you." He pouted, glaring as the lead soloist chuckled and rolled his eyes, beginning to move towards the top of the bed.

"I know. That's exactly why you're in my bedroom, sporting flimsy green satin pyjamas while the one you loathe wears only an old pair of sweats, and you're allowing said loathed one to wrestle you to the bed in an attempt to let you get more sleep, and I, for one, would say he's winning. Now, come on – get under the covers and move on up here."

Kurt grumbled but did as Blaine said, waiting until he was looking at his boyfriend before snuggling deeper into the covers and giving a small smile, letting a comfortable silence to establish itself when he chose to speak again. "Is this how you plan on seducing me in the future, Mr. Anderson?"

He watched as Blaine threw his head back in laughter, eyes shining as he returned his gaze to the object of his affections. "If I wanted to seduce you, Mr. Hummel, then we would already be doing the deed," (the comment creating another infamous blush) "but is this working for you?"

The teen gave a small nod, a yawn suddenly appearing and making the two of them yawn at the same time.

"Well, I think you should get some well-needed sleep." Blaine told him, smiling at how adorable Kurt was currently looking. They both rested their heads on their respective pillows, one pair of eyes beginning to drop closed and another watching curiously. It was silent for a few minutes before a muffled voice broke the silence.

"Kiss me," Kurt whispered quietly as fatigue began to plague him. Blaine smiled, leaning forward to rub their noses together in an Eskimo kiss before kissing the tip of the younger Warbler's nose, a smile breaking across his face as his boyfriend's grumbling turned into mumbling, and it only took a few minutes for the mumbling to shift into light snoring.

For the next few hours, Blaine watched Kurt sleep peacefully (which was creepy, he knew that, but he couldn't help himself), and the entire time he was thinking about how much stronger the other boy was. The iPhone on the Kurt's side table vibrated every once in a while, signifying a text from one of his friends two hours away, and suddenly Blaine was thinking about Kurt's situation back in McKinley when the two of them first met. He was so strong - courageous, even – when it came to dealing with Karofsky and the other neanderthals, and when he began to fight back people were too shocked at his lightning quick responses to see how much the original insult was hurting him, and even though they attempted to fight back with their stupid comebacks and remarks, he still managed to beat them. Even though Kurt denied it, Blaine knew that he still thought about the bullying on a daily basis - that every time he was left alone with his thoughts, he began remembering the things he yearned to forget the most, to the point where he was consumed with painful memories. And that was what he was there for – to make him forget, even if it's just for a while, because during that time the past doesn't matter; only the future is important.

There was a knock at the door, causing Blaine to snap out of his reverie and Kurt to roll over so he was resting on his back. Blaine heard the door creak open, and he didn't turn to meet the gaze of the person waiting until he was sure Kurt was still asleep. He rolled over to the left and was met with a pair of bright hazel eyes and curly brunette hair framing a lightly tanned, heart-shaped face.

"Morning Mom," he greeted with a toothy grin, watching as she gave a small smile in return before shifting her gaze to where an unconscious Kurt lay peacefully. She shook her head, leaning her head against the door frame and crossing her arms over her chest, taking a look at her surroundings.

"Are you sure you don't want to get your room painted?" she enquired, eyebrows crumpling together and a small frown making its way on her face. Blaine rolled his eyes, about to launch into an explanation before she interrupted. "Yes, I know, it's pure and cleansing and whatnot. You've told me that a hundred times. You're just like your father in that way… Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that breakfast's ready when you are." A smile passed her features as she turned to walk out the room, her hand resting lightly on the silver doorknob as her wedding ring glistened in the light before she spoke again. "By the way, you know it's weird watching someone sleep, right?"

Blaine rolled his eyes again, nodding in a daze as she closed the door, answering with a simple 'yes' before turning back over to Kurt. He pursed his lips as his stomach rumbled impatiently, and the dilemma of getting food and waking Kurt from his sleep made itself known.

Eh, the food can wait, he thought, returning to stare at the sleeping figure beside him. Blaine noted how peaceful he looked as he slept – his normally perfect hair was tousled and sticking up in odd directions; his eyelids resting lightly during his slumber; his eyelashes brushed lightly over the fading bruises under his eyes; nostrils flaring softly when he breathed through his nose; his parted lips, the colour of pink rose petals (how romantic, he mused lightly at his description) wavered lightly when he took small breaths –

"Your mother's right, you know – it is kinda creepy watching someone sleep."

Blaine jumped in shock, as he was too busy staring at Kurt's mouth to notice that one of Kurt's glasz eyes was open and watching him in amusement, lips spread in a smile and hands resting behind his head. Blaine huffed and sat up, rubbing his eyes and glancing at Kurt.

He didn't care that he got caught in the act, because not only did he love cuddling with Kurt and being able to sleep in, he loved that his boyfriend was beautiful on the inside and outside, and that he could watch him sleep and not feel as if he was intruding on something. He smiled back, leaving a light kiss on Kurt's forehead before getting out of bed, happy with the way he spent the past few hours pondering and watching his own sleeping beauty.

(And he really is aware of how creepy that sounds, thank you very much.)

I think that is the cheesiest thing I have ever written. It was also a lot longer than I planned it to be, but I couldn't stop! Thanks for reading!

Kitty
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