A/N This is not going to follow Glee canon much. Just sayin'. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. I just don't have that kind of power over Ryan Murphy.
Chapter 2: Convincing
"No."
"Why?" Kurt had been begging his father to let Blaine—who was in the shower at the moment—stay in his room instead of on the couch for the night. Kurt had some good reasons, namely that the curly-haired boy needed someone with him for the night for comfort and that he just plain shouldn't be left alone after what he'd gone through.
"Because I am your father and I say so," Burt concluded. He reached up and grabbed a box of cookies from the kitchen pantry, aiming to eat one or two before Finn devoured them all.
"I know what you're thinking, and it's insane! After what he went through, I would never take advantage of him like that, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want that right now, anyways." Kurt took the box of cookies from his father, grabbing one and then setting the box itself back in the cupboard.
Kurt looked his father in the eye. "Please, dad? Blaine needs someone with him right now, and I know he came here for a reason. Wes' house is, like, a twenty minute walk from his house, but he decided to trek all the way here, which is an extra half hour. This might sound a little selfish, but he needs me. Please, dad, just one night?"
"Fine. But you're keeping the door open."
Kurt tackle-hugged his father, squeaking a "Thank you!" into his ear before going upstairs to tell Blaine that he didn't have to sleep on the couch.
"Hey," Kurt whispered, shaking Blaine's shoulders once the movie they were watching ended. "Movie's over. We can go back upstairs and go to bed now."
"Mmhm," the shorter boy mumbled, his dark curls still a little damp from the shower.
"Come on, sleepyhead, it's bedtime." Kurt got up off of the couch, leaving Blaine's left side bare. The Warbler muttered a complaint, but followed his boyfriend up the stairs to the bedroom. His face looked shockingly similar to that of when he'd woken up after the Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza, but it was probably just because he was so tired.
"G'night," Blaine mumbled, laying down on Kurt's bed beside the boy himself. The diva just giggled and kissed him on the forehead, letting Blaine curl up under his arm and fall asleep.
A few minutes later, Kurt was almost completely asleep. Before he could drift off into oblivion, though, he felt Blaine move. Strange; he hadn't been like this before—but then again, Blaine had been drunk the last time they'd slept in the same bed. The smaller boy kicked again. And again. This is going to be a long night, Kurt thought, burying his face in Blaine's curls in an attempt to block out the light from the hallway (it was most likely coming from Finn's room, as the football player almost always stayed up late playing video games). The brunette sighed, and started absentmindedly rubbing circles into Blaine's back.
After a while, the kicking died down to just a little shift every now and then. Good. Now Blaine was calm enough to not disturb his sleep.
As Kurt's eyes slipped closed, he saw Carole pass in the hall. She closed the door, seeing that the two were almost completely passed out, and then went to Finn's room to take his X-Box away so he'd go to sleep.
Knock, knock.
No response.
Knock. "Hello?"
Nothing.
"Kurt? Blaine? You guys awake?"
Finn opened the door cautiously, making sure he didn't see anything he shouldn't. Both Kurt and Blaine were in the bed, fully clothed, but neither were asleep. Instead, they were watching a movie on Kurt's iPad, one headphone each.
"Morning, Finn," Kurt greeted, not taking his eyes off of the screen.
"Hey. I just came up to tell you that breakfast is ready, if you want any." Finn was standing in the doorway, not knowing if he should stay or leave. He decided on the latter, hoping to get extra bacon and pancakes.
A/N Short chapter is short, I know! I just kind of have writers block. And school. Review with ideas, if you have any (no, I won't do rated M. Fade to black, maybe, but not the actual 'events')! Also, this might turn into more than a three-shot. (Word count- 681)
