A/N: Hi guys. I am baaaccck. With a bang. After a loooooooong gap. This is my second installment to CUDDLES. Kurt is the needy baby here.
Disclaimer: I donot own Glee. Unfortunately.


"...Just don't understand why you are so upset about this! I told you, I forgot. I'm sorry", Blaine exclaimed, rising his hands above his head in defeat.

"Forgot?! Forgot? I reminded you like a billion times, Blaine. It was a simple thing. How can you just forget? I sent you countless texts; I even stuck a post-it to your raspberry gel so that you wouldn't miss it. And here you are standing, throwing lame excuses one after the other!" Kurt said loudly, his eyes widening comically.

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And another. And another.
What started off as a simple 'Sorry-I-genuinely-forgot-I'll-make-it-up-to-you' would quickly turn into something nasty if he doesn't stop and acts rationally. Kurt was feeling so pressurised now-a-days, he was bound to have a nervous breakdown sooner or later, Blaine suspected and this wasn't going to be it.

"Kurt, honey, I know you are a bit stressed with stuff happening lately. But just calm down. It's not something that cannot be corrected. We can do some quick damage control." Blaine tried to cool down his husband.

"No! Oh no, no no no no no no. That's very sneaky of you, trying to put this on me. Definately no, Blaine Anderson-Hummel! . .Out." Kurt said, while his agitated hands proved the opposite.

"Kurt! Lis-"

"No. I-I just- just please, I need to be alone right now. Just let me repair this mess. Please Blaine, give me some time." Kurt sighed, suddenly looking tired and lost, turning his back to Blaine and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Yeah. Yeah okay. I'll give you some space. I'll camp out in the hall. Just, just –let's talk about this once you are ready okay." Blaine asked, a concerned plea in his eyes, getting worried about Kurt.

Kurt made a non-committal sound. Blaine came around, took a pillow and squeezed Kurt's shoulder reassuredly before closing the door to the bedroom and sinking into the sofa.


Kurt tossed and turned on the bed. He was tangled in a pile of sheets, blankets and pillows and missed the company of Blaine next to him badly, even though he was incredibly pissed off at him. Although, he just could not fathom what's gotten to him lately. He was being unbelievably jumpy and twitchy, losing his cool at the slightest of things... He hates fighting with Blaine and like he pointed, a quick damage control could be done. Few phone calls with his best bitchy tone, the mess would be corrected in minutes, but he just had to vent out his frustration somewhere. He had to let it out. And he did it on the one person he loves more than anyone in the world- his husband. God, Kurt groaned into the pillow, he hated himself for taking Blaine for granted.

Blaine stared at the ceiling. He has been staring at the ceiling for the past 2 hours trying to think. But all he could hear was Kurt's frustrated voice over and over again in his head. Maybe the pressure of work, Burt's sickness and the impending adoption were finally catching up to him. Things weren't easy, he agreed, but not out of their hands or reach. Why was Kurt making such a big deal out of this? Blaine took a deep breath and turned to the side, trying to get some sleep. He missed Kurt. Maybe in the morning, things will be better. Maybe.


Blaine was just about to fall asleep that he heard some shuffling sound. Weird, he thought. He turned around and saw Kurt coming towards him, wrapped in a bedsheet.

"Place for one more?" Kurt asked, softly.

Blaine shifted and patted the space next to him, welcoming him. Kurt slid next to him, covering the both of them with the sheet and facing him. Blaine didn't speak a word the whole time, waiting apprehensively, wondering if Kurt already cooled down.

"So, does this mean I am forgiven?" Blaine asked, tentatively.

"No," Kurt said but Blaine didn't miss the faint shadow of smile on his face. "I missed you in bed. I couldn't sleep. Well, because of what happened earlier and well, you."

Blaine looked intrigued, nodding at Kurt to go on.

"I guess, sleeping next to you daily for the past 7 years has made me sensitive to your absence. I need the safety and warmth you give. But I am still annoyed at you. And just because you are prohibited into the bedroom, doesn't mean I can't sleep next to you." Kurt explained, his mouth turned up on one side, looking at Blaine hopefully.

Blaine gave a slight smile and took Kurt's hands into his own.

"Kurt, whatever it is that you are going through, whatever it is that's plaguing your mind, we will get through it together. I am always there for you Kurt. Always. Everything will be alright in the end." Blaine said, sincerely.

Kurt eyes softened and he leaned forward to kiss Blaine softly on the lips.

"Oh Blaine." Kurt exhaled. "You are my rock, you know that right. What would I do without you? And I-I am sorry. I might have over-reacted a teensy bit back there."

"Teensy, huh?" Blaine smirked.

Kurt chuckled and leaned their foreheads together. "I love you."

"And I, you." Blaine said, surging forward to capture his husband's lips onto his own.

Later, with Blaine lying in his arms, sleeping peacefully, Kurt was sure that, despite whatever happens between them in the future, despite how dreadful situations become to handle, with his amazing, gorgeous, wonderful husband at his side, he will be ready to face anything. Anything at all.


A/N: So this is it. Not one of my best works, honestly speaking, but it's like 3 in the morning here and I so badly want to upload this story. Let me know what you think! I love me some reviews! And if you have any prompts you'd like me to attempt on, feel free to tell me so.
Bye. Reviews please, pretty please. Thanks y'all for reading this!