A/N: This is probabbly the crackiest drabble I have written... I blame the fact that I didn't sleep that night
Kurt and Blaine were happily cuddling on Blaine's bed after a movie marathon when all of a sudden, something caught Kurt's eye. Before Blaine could react, he pulled a little plush duck closer.
"Now, what is this duck doing in your bed?" Kurt asked with barely concealed curiosity. Blaine's cheeks turned a bit red while he wrapped his arm tighter around his boyfriend, pulling him closer so Kurt was tucked into his side.
"This is Mr. Ducky. I've had him as long as I can remember, and whenever I feel lost, I just talk to him…" he tried to explain as matter-of-fact-ly as he could manage.
Kurt couldn't help but smile at the nostalgic look on Blaine's face as he held Mr. Ducky in his free hand, looking fondly at him.
"So… did you ever talk to him about me?" Kurt asked hesitatingly. His hand started drawing circles on Blaine's toned chest, only covered by his Dalton dress shirt.
Blaine bit his lip before nodding "Of course, I tell him everything… And while we were both busy hiding our feelings from each other, he didn't really like you for making me sad. But now he's quite fond of you" he declared, a teasing glimmer in his eyes when he turned his head to look at Kurt.
"That is very nice, I guess his approval is critical for any relationship to work?" Kurt played along.
"You betcha!"