A/N: Just a short one. My first Glee-fic, but I think it turned out cute. By the way, just pretend Kurt and Blaine are roommates, it was the only way this little idea of mine would work out. (Somebody loves reviews!)
Title from a song on the Amy Winehouse CD, Frank. I was looking for a title that would work on this story, and this one just screamed at me x)
Disclaimer: Neither Glee, nor its characters belong to me.
Blaine Anderson woke up startled. A loud thud had sounded as something hit the floor. He slowly opened his eyes, still drunk with sleep, and looked suspiciously around his and Kurt's shared bedroom. He abruptly sat up as he saw Kurt laying splayed out on the floor on the other end of the room. He was still sleeping soundly. Blaine smiled and made his way over to his friend, clad only in striped boxer briefs and an off-white t-shirt. He took a moment to marvel over how anyone could ever fall out of their bed like that – and not notice. He decided he couldn´t leave the poor boy sleeping on the cold floor, so he gently picked him up, bridal style, and put him back in his bed. He was very light, Blaine noticed. And very warm.
He looked down at the sleeping form, who was curling up into fetal position unconsciously.
"Blaine..." he murmured.
"Kurt?" Blaine whispered, momentarily not realizing Kurt had only spoken in his sleep.
"Blaine..." Kurt stirred. "Be my..." the sleep in his voice contorted his words, making them hard for Blaine to comprehend. "Be my boyfr..."
Did he just say what I think he said, Blaine asked himself, eyes wide as he continued listening.
Kurt mumbled something intelligible and almost reached his hand out towards Blaine. In reply, Blaine sat down on the edge of the single bed, suddenly reminded of how tired he still was. His smile turned into a grin as he continued watching his roommate. Kurt was sleeping on his side, face turned towards Blaine, comforter covering only his lower body and legs. His t-shirt had slid up over his navel, and the pale patch of skin that was visible made Blaine nothing but curious. He had seen Kurt without a shirt before – he couldn´t not have, living in the same room as him – but Kurt had always been so self-conscious, so cautious. Now he was relaxed, neutral.
He simply could not resist – he reached out and stroke Kurt's hint of abs, hoping his hand wasn´t cold enough to wake his roommate up. Without thought, he lay himself down next to Kurt, face in line with Kurt's chest. He snuggled closer, smiling as Kurt unconsciously did the same. Falling swiftly asleep, he wasted no thought of how this would look in the morning.
