Hey there, beautiful! :)

Here's one-shots about Klaine because I've been trying to write this story and its frustrating the crap out of me so I took the solution to all my writers problems: writing pointless, fluffy klaine and not worrying if its too short because then I can just call it a drabble xD

Prompts, prompts, prompts! You can leave me a single word, an actual idea, a song...anything you want! :D

{Disclaimer — I don't own Glee. Or Klaine. Or CrissColfer. Damn. I just made myself sad}


#1 ~ Sleeping Beauty

Kurt Hummel has always been the loud-yet-observant type. So when he and Blaine (finally) made the decision to find an apartment and move in together, he was bound from moment one to notice some of Blaine's sleeping habits.

Number One. Twitching of the toes. When he and Blaine's legs are entangled he can constantly feel Blaine's toes twitch against his ankle. Some nights it only happens once or twice, some nights it happens at least three times a minute. Kurt does his best not to giggle, because, as Blaine quickly discovered, he is extremely, extremely ticklish.

Number Two. Blaine snores. It's not a loud, Burt Hummel kind of snore, it's quiet. It's soft and sometimes barely audible and Kurt actually finds it...adorable. He couldn't stand Finn and his father, but Blaine's snores are...different. Sometimes Kurt will force himself awake later than Blaine just so he could hear them.

Number Three. The sleep talking. Kurt absolutely loves the sleep talking. He made a vow after the first night he heard Blaine, that he would never repeat anything he says. Sometimes it makes absolutely no sense...

"Shut the door."

"No. Stop. Stop it! I hate this country."

"I've fallen and I can't get up."

"I just like rainbows. And puppies. Puppies too."

And other times it's just little grunts, or whimpers, or mumbling that Kurt couldn't begin to understand. Mostly, though, it's about Kurt.

"Kurtie, I like it when you cuddle with me."

"Kurtbaby's lips taste like heaven."

"My snugglebear has the prettiest eyes ever."

"Kurt. Don't stop. For the love of god, don't stop."

Number Four. Blaine is a very, very cuddly sleeper. And when Kurt says cuddly, he means cuddly. Kurt is completely ecstatic about this, because he's just as much a cuddle whore as Blaine. Sometimes Blaine will hold Kurt, sometimes Kurt will hold Blaine. It depends on the mood their in that night. Their legs are always entwined, and if one of them ever drifts away in the middle of the night, the other pulls them back. And if they don't wake up in each other's arms, Blaine insists they stay in bed for five extra minutes so they can get their cuddle time.

Number Five. Blaine won't go to sleep without Kurt. He doesn't care how late he has to stay up. Rachel signed she and Kurt up for a dance class, and it just happens it goes until ten o'clock at night. But whenever Kurt gets home, whether it's ten-thirty or two-fifteen because Rachel wouldn't let him leave, Blaine is always there. He sits on the bed, reading, or watching TV, or humming a favorite song of theirs. Moments like these make Kurt melt into a pile of goo and want nothing more than to love Blaine forever.

One chilly Tuesday night in November, Blaine's nestled comfortably into Kurt's side, his head resting on Kurt's shoulder, one arm lying under Kurt's back, another draping over his stomach. It's late, and Kurt looks down at him.

He's snoring in the cute way Kurt has come to love, and he's mumbling a tiny piles of words Kurt wishes he could hear. His toes twitch and Kurt can't help but smile. His eyes travel to Blaine's lips, so soft, so perfectly-shaped, so sweet and delicious and Kurt doesn't even try to stop himself.

He leans in very slowly, closing the gap between them in a tiny, soft-as-cotton-candy kiss. He starts to pull away because he doesn't want to wake Blaine, but is pulled back in. Blaine presses his lips to Kurt's once more, and and Kurt sighs in contentment at the touch.

Blaine smiles as he pulls away, "You've been watching me." He says softly, his fingertips grazing Kurt's cheek.

Kurt feels the heat rise up his neck. He was caught. Had Blaine known this whole time? About all his observations, and that he thought all of Blaine's sleeping habits were possibly the cutest things that had ever graced the earth?

"It's okay," Blaine chuckles as he sees Kurt's bush, interlacing their fingers. "I like watching you too. You happen to be incredibly cute when you sleep."

The embarrassment vanishes, and Kurt feels his face drop to normal temperature once again. "Your toes twitch, you know. And you snore. It's a very cute snore, though. And you sleep talk. A lot. And I love what a cuddly sleeper you are. And when you wait up for me, I just...I love that."

Kurt can feel Blaine nuzzle into his neck. He melts into the touch when Blaine inhales a big breath, his arms tightening around Kurt. He places a trail of the softest, sweetest kisses to Kurt's neck. Kurt's fingers travel to Blaine's curls, toying with them.

"Let's go to sleep, baby. We have breakfast with Brittany and Santana tomorrow." Blaine whispers, kissing Kurt once more. And again. And again. And then one last time.

"Goodnight, Blaine."

"Goodnight, Kurt."


There's nothing better than fluffy Klaine! :3

So, let me know if you liked it, or hated it, or if you have a prompt, please please please PM me or review. Thank you, honeys :D

I love you all, and I hope that you're having a good day/night/meal/whatever you may be doing at the moment.

I'm sending you tons of klisses!

—Katie xoxo