Author's Note: Pure Klaine fluff. Just sit back and enjoy :3


Blaine was sure that kissing Kurt was his favorite thing to do. Ever. But he's sadly mistaken, as he soon finds out, early on in their relationship.

What he loves more than the feeling of Kurt's lips against his, is the feeling of Kurt's arms wrapped around his chest, head craddled into the crook of his neck. He loves the feeling of Kurt's hair brushing lightly against his skin, his hands wrapped around his waist.

They hadn't meant to fall asleep together, they really hadn't. The number one rule when Blaine came over to sleep over at Kurt's, was that they could never sleep in the same bed. Burt was overprotective when it came to his son to say the least.

But after watching seven movies in a row, they were exhausted, so moving from their position wasn't their number one priority. They'd fallen asleep after watching Maria confront the Sharks and Jets, curling up close.

The next morning, Blaine woke up first, moving to rub his eyes.

"Mmm," Kurt mumbled in his sleep, gripping onto his boyfriend tighter. He moved his head to lean on Blaine's chest, the surface making a nice pillow, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby.

Yeah, Blaine thinks. This is much better than kissing.