A/N: Okay, so I'm tryyyyying to be a better writer, so I wrote y'all a new chapter! I'm also trying to get back on my multichap - hopefully I can salvage some of it. Guh.

Zoey gave me the prompt of a really weird YouTube video involving "Baman an Piderman" and a missing sandwich...yeah. So. Here's where I got this one.

Anyways, thank you to my old readers for sticking with this, and hello to all my new readers! Welcome aboard the Klaine Train! :D

In Which Blaine and Kurt (Sort Of) Watch Burlesque

Kurt glanced down at the sleeping Blaine on his shoulder and stuck his lower lip out in a pout. The two of them had curled up together to watch 'Burlesque,' but his poor boyfriend had had a long day - his eyes closed within seconds of the opening song. Kurt had half a mind to wake him up so they could comment on the movie together (after all, a movie held together solely by hairspray and Cam Gigandet's abs had prime commenting potential), but his conscience won over.

Blaine looked too adorable sleeping. His mouth drooped open a little bit, and he exhaled in gentle little puffs that rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing.

So, yeah…it was damn hard to keep his hands off him. Kurt gently carded his fingers through the soft, ungelled hair above Blaine's ear, relishing in the ticklish brush against his skin. Blaine and Burlesque. He couldn't be happier.

The movie was three-quarters of the way over when Kurt decided he was thirsty. He stole another glance at snoozing Blaine and bit his lip. Cute as he was, a Diet Coke was definitely worth it. He gently nudged his boyfriend in the other direction until he slumped bonelessly against a pillow, making endearing snoring noises. Kurt's lips curved in a smile as he got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen.

He had hardly crossed into the other room when a sleepy voice called out from the den. "You left me," Blaine slurred. His soft, uneven footsteps padded towards the kitchen, and Kurt looked up to see the dark-haired Warbler leaning up against the doorframe, rubbing his eyes blearily.

"I'm sorry, dear, I was thirsty," Kurt gestured apologetically with his Diet Coke. "And…Diet Coke."

Blaine made a face. "Can you get me some water?" He mumbled. His jaws widening in a giant yawn.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Come get it yourself, you can walk."

"But 'm tiiiiired," Blaine whined, pouting endearingly. Kurt bit back a smile.

"I wish I was Spiderman," Blaine continued, only semi-clearly.

"Um…why?"

Blaine rubbed at his eyes again. "'Cuz then I wouldn't have to walk over there. I could just-" he made a motion like he was shooting webs from his wrists.

"You are such a dork," Kurt smiled, crossing to Blaine and ruffling his hair affectionately. Blaine nuzzled against his hand like a puppy.

"Water?" He asked softly, making big, sad eyes at Kurt. Damn, Wes and David weren't kidding. The boy really was a puppy.

"Fine," Kurt conceded, pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's mussed curls before going back to the sink. "But only because of your unfortunate lack of arachnid powers. Otherwise, you'd be on your own."

"I love you," Blaine said cheerily, flashing a warm, sleepy grin at Kurt that made his heart melt. Kurt handed Blaine the green plastic cup and nudged him back towards the living room.

"C'mon, you. You've got to at least stay awake long enough for Cam Gigandet."

"Mkay," Blaine mumbled, trailing behind Kurt complacently. "Only for him though. I dun wanna watch anymore Cher."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I don't blame you." The two of them plopped happily back onto the couch, nestling happily together. Kurt glanced down at Blaine a few moments later to find that his boyfriend's eyes were closed again. He shook his head with a smile and gallantly reached over to rescue Blaine's water glass. They could finish the movie another time, he figured.

a/n2: That movie is awesome...but it is liiiiiterally held together by hairspray and that sexy man's abs. Although Christina is pretty awesome as well - that girl can move. And sing, of course. Anyways, I'm totally considering writing Klaine watching Burlesque in another chap...because isn't that just so them? I loves it.

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