Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GLEE AND/OR IT'S CHARACTERS JUST THE STORY BELOW.


Klaine Drabble – Beethoven meets Missy.

Kurt woke at the feeling of a weight thunking down on the bed beside him. He groaned and pulled the covers over his head with a sleep-heavy voice of, "Whatthehellareyoudoingitssat urday."

Blaine grinned and tugged the covers back down. "Honey. It's 12:15. PM."

"What? It can't be," Kurt frowned, sitting up. "Oh, god,-" He paused to let out a loud yawn, then continued, "-I think I have a hangover." He winced, throwing a hand up to massage his temples.

Blaine's shoulders dropped and his face formed into an expression that could mirror a 5-year old trying to beg for ice cream before dinner. "But it's Saturday." He sounded so much like a child Kurt almost laughed. Instead, he fell back onto the bed, only to groan exageratedly.

"Babe, I know you're in pain and everything...but is it little weird that I'm a kind of turned on right now?"

Kurt opened one eye. "It's a lot weird, Blaine. And a little funny." Kurt smirked. "But not as funny as the fact that you totally just believed I had a hangover. I didn't even drink last night, which you were obviously too occupied on the dance floor to remember. Ha!" Kurt sat bolt upright and laughed in Blaine's face, who caught his wrists.

"You're mean." Blaine pouted. "But...oh, I guess you wont want the surprise that I've spent the last hour and a half doing." Blaine turned his chin up and pointedly looked away from Kurt.

"Surprise?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. "What surprise?"

Blaine couldn't bite back the grin. "Breakfast in bed, yo!" He scrambled up off the bed and returned a few moments later, armed with trays of food and coffee and DVD's. "We've got food and coffee and Rent and The Sound of Music. We're set for a few hours."

Blaine set the trays on his side of the bed, handing Kurt the pot of coffee, then went over to put one of the films on. He returned to the bed, lifting the trays so he could sit in their place.

"We are such hermits, you know that?" Kurt said with a fond laugh as Blaine slipped into bed beside him.

"As long as we're hermits together, I have no objections."

Kurt let his head fall back onto the pillow, allowing it to loll over to look at Blaine, smiling appreciatively. Blaine raised a questioning eyebrow at his expression and pressed 'Play', while stuffing some bacon into his mouth and chewing before speaking around it, "Who says men can't multi-task?"

Kurt was sure that getting down on his knees and worshipping a God he didn't believe in everyday until he dies wouldn't be repayment enough for being blessed with Blaine.

"What?" Blaine laughed, his hand paused halfway from depositing some french toast into his mouth. "You keep giving me heart eyes. You look like Beethoven when he meets Missy."

"Oh, shut up. You give heart eyes to food, Blaine." Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Did you just compare me to a dog?"

Blaine bit his lip. "A very cute dog...?"

Kurt raised a judgemental eyebrow.

"No? Doesn't cut it?"

Kurt smiled smugly. "Not at all, hobbit."

"Hey, no fair. That's a cheap shot, Kurt Hummel-Anderson."

"Whatever you say, Frodo."


A/N - Please don't hate me. It's my first attempt! :)