A lean, stealthy figure made its way up the stairs in the pitch-black house, his sharp blue eyes gleaming in the very little light the moon allowed him as it cast silver rays through the windows.
Padding through the hallway, he made his way to a slightly cracked open door and put his paw through the opening. He flinched as the door made a sudden creak, but the figure in the bed made no sign of acknowledgement that Kurt was even there.
The TV was turned off (which was a first; usually Blaine left it on when he slept), but the window was open. The figure twitched his ears as he heard the sounds of cars honking and taxis roaring–– they were in the very heart of New York City– – even at this hour of the night. Turning to the bed, he crouched, and pounced onto the covers.
Kurt's tail twitched happily as he made himself comfortable next to Blaine; he let the smell of raspberries and warm skin take over his senses as he purred softly, curling into a ball right next to Blaine's neck.
The figure in the bed shifted a bit, groaned, and turned his head next to the ball next to him.
"Mm…Kurt…?" came the disoriented mumble from Blaine.
Kurt purred louder in response, stood up a bit, stretched, and licked Blaine's nose. Blaine chuckled and stroked Kurt's cheek, ears, and back. Kurt rubbed his face against the ball of Blaine's palm and licked his fingers.
"I jus' fed you…like an hour ago," Blaine muttered as Kurt meowed happily. "I really hope you're not here for…more food. Cos you're not gonna get any…"
Kurt just continued to rub against Blaine's hand, then walked across the boy's chest and lay down. Blaine complied and continued stroking his blue-eyed companion.
After about 5 minutes, Blaine's hand stilled, and Kurt felt Blaine's pulse and was lifted up and down by Blaine's steady breathing. Tail swaying slowly back and forth, he lay his head on his paws and drifted into a soft sleep; the last thing he registered before drifting off into unconsciousness was Blaine's soft, slow, and steady heartbeat.