Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee, even though my birthday came up since my last update :(
Friday is – not surprisingly – a rushed blur of lessons. It's their last chance to ask the teachers any questions, and the teachers' last opportunities to prepare their students for their exams.
Even though Kurt had gone to bed long after midnight, he doesn't feel as exhausted as he's been earlier this week. For once, he had slept better than he's done in a long time. All the fresh air, the food and the company must have made him tired enough to sleep through. He hadn't managed to think or worry for even a minute, before the Sandman had taken him to Dreamland. He had stayed there, safe and calm, until his alarm clock had chimed and brought him back to reality.
Kurt had anticipated feeling more stressed throughout the day – after all, he missed an entire evening of studying. But Mission Moon did wonders for him, and he's walked around in Dalton's hallways feeling quite serene and level headed today.
The feeling lasts until he comes back to his room, after dinner and Warblers' rehearsal. Then panic attacks him. He's on his own now!
"Good evening," a chirpy voice sounds from the bathroom door.
"No, it really isn't," Kurt groans, throwing himself down on his bed.
"What's chewing you?" Blaine chuckles. Drama Kurt can be quite entertaining.
"I've been abandoned!" Kurt shrieks.
Blaine shakes his head in amusement, and strolls over to Kurt. He plops down on the floor next to Kurt's bed.
"Did someone leave you in a basket on a doorstep, with a blue ribbon on your head?" Blaine asks seriously, resting his chin on Kurt's mattress.
Kurt glares at him, before trying to swing his cast against Blaine's head, but Blaine ducks in time, laughingly.
"Violence is not the answer," Blaine says serenely. His inside is shaking from laughter, because Kurt is just too adorable right now, but Blaine is a good actor, and he quite enjoys riling up the otherwise unfairly composed Kurt.
Kurt clutches the casted arm to himself to show he's controlling his violent outburst, and Blaine rests his head on his folded arms on Kurt's bed again.
"Be a good boy and tell me why you feel so abandoned then, darling."
Kurt huffs and pouts, folding his arms over his chest as good as he can with the cast.
"It's Friday night," Kurt mutters.
Blaine just grins, and crawls up into the bed next to Kurt.
"There's a stranger in my bed, There's a pounding my head, Glitter all over the room, Pink flamingos in the pool!" he belts out, with a big smile on his face.
Kurt kicks him out of his bed, but Blaine lands on his feet, and skips over to Kurt's wardrobe as he continues to sing. He finds the fedora Kurt was sporting during the welcome party, and places it on his own head.
Kurt has buried his head in his pillows, trying to groan louder than Blaine sings.
"Pictures of last night Ended up online. I'm screwed. Oh well. It's a blacked out blur, But I'm pretty sure it ruled. Damn!" he sings, and rips the pillows off of Kurt's face and yanks him out of his bed.
Blaine spins Kurt on the floor. They hold hands and twirl around, Kurt is all docile and adaptive in his arms, letting Blaine play him like a doll, but a small smile is back on his face, and he holds firmly on Blaine's hands, so Blaine has no doubt Kurt enjoys this.
"Last Friday night Yeah we danced on table tops, And we took too many shots. Think we kissed but I forgot. Last Friday night, We went streaking in the park, Skinny dipping in the dark, Then had a ménage a trois!" he belts out, holding Kurt close to him, Kurt's back against his own chest, but he doesn't miss the obvious blush crawling up Kurt's face as Blaine sings about what they might have done last Friday night.
"Did we miss a threesome, or are you just having a party?" someone asks from the door.
"Why, did you want to join?" Kurt drawls back to Wes and David, and Blaine tries to stifle his laughter. It's fascinating how Kurt can blush as Blaine sings about ménage a trois, and moments later he invites his friends to a threesome.
Wes and David seem to be pondering the suggestion for a moment.
"That would make four of us, though," Wes states.
"I'm sure one of you could go to Jeff and Nick instead," Kurt shrugs, and Blaine tightens his grip around the boy's waist to block out his laughter.
"What about Nick and Jeff?" said boys ask as they pop up in the doorway as well.
"Kurt offered your sexual services," David explains. "But Wes and I haven't agreed who will go with which couple."
"This is really disturbing in so many ways," Nick shakes his head.
"I only want to have sex with you, honey!" Jeff says faux upset, embracing his boyfriend and kissing his cheek.
"I can't vouch for Niff, but I'm fairly certain the rest of us aren't going to have sex tonight. However, if someone's up for a study group, I'm game," Blaine interrupts his crazy friends. He hasn't forgotten about Kurt, but he's confident the boy was sulking and bathing in his own nerves earlier, so he hopes this distraction of madness is enough to get him back on track, and go back to prepare for their exams that start on Monday.
"OK, it's about time everybody leaves my room and let me get on with my business. I have some social science books calling my name," Kurt yells, and chases the five boys out of his room.
Three hours later, Blaine comes back to Kurt's room.
"What have you got there?" Kurt asks, looking up from his books.
"We need a break and some food," Blaine simply states, dumping his treasures in Kurt's bed. He's brought a couple of water bottles, some fruit and biscuits.
"Come on," Blaine rolls Kurt's office chair away from his desk, and sits down on the floor, leaning against his bed.
Kurt gets up from his chair, stretches his body with arm in the air, and whimpers slightly.
"Do you know what I think?"
Kurt shakes his head to make Blaine continue.
"We're tensing too much over our books. I think you need a back rub."
Kurt freezes to a complete still on the middle of the floor.
"Umm… That's OK, you don't have to do that," Kurt mumbles.
"Nonsense, you're in pain, and we can't have any of that, can we?" Blaine gestures for him to come over, and spreads his leg so Kurt can sit down between them.
Hesitantly, Kurt does as he's asked, and carefully sits down. He's even tenser now than when Blaine came in, but the boy runs a finger up his spine. It tickles, making Kurt squeak and Blaine laughs, but at least it makes him loosen up.
Blaine starts with Kurt's lower back, kneading and working his fingers to untangle the muscle knots. Kurt closes his eyes, and sighs deeply.
"This kind of reminds me of mom."
Blaine lifts his hands higher up on his back, but hums, and Kurt takes it as a sign to continue.
"I used to have these growing pains in my legs when I was a kid, and it was often worst when I was about to fall asleep. So my mom would massage my ankles and calves, where it hurt the most. We would talk about anything to get my mind off of my pain."
Blaine gently squeezes his shoulder to show he's listening, but doesn't say anything. Kurt is quiet for a moment, but then he laughs.
"After my mom passed away, dad tried to do the same for me, but he just didn't have the same touch. Luckily, the growing pains faded away at the same time," Kurt chuckles.
"And how am I doing?" Blaine asks, putting in some extra effort on Kurt's shoulder blades.
"Nobody can ever beat my mom. But you're far better than my father," Kurt says cheekily.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Blaine beams. "But I believe it's my turn now," he says and gets up from the floor. He unbuttons his cardigan, and drapes it over Kurt's office chair, before he plops down between Kurt's legs.
"Let me feel your magic, Hummel!"
"How do we do this?" Wes whispers rushed to David.
"I get Blaine and you get Kurt," the other boy suggests. "And you stay here," he says, looking sternly at Nick and Jeff. The boyfriends just laugh, and slide down along the wall to sit on the floor. Nick curls up between Jeff's legs, and leans heavily against his chest. Jeff plays with his boyfriend's hair while whispering sweet compliments in his ear, making the boy giggle, and they don't look as if they plan to go anywhere soon.
Kurt's door is locked, but as usual Blaine has forgotten to secure his own, so both Wes and David enter his room. David stays silent with his bucket, until Wes has crossed their bathroom and is in Kurt's room.
Wes pretends he's a ninja, and thinks he's sneaking stealthily, slipping himself under Kurt's covers, and wraps the boy in his arms. At the same time Blaine yells in pain, probably from the bucket of snow David has emptied unto his bed. Kurt bolts up, or at least he tries to, but he's captured in Wes' arms.
"Good morning, Kurt! Wes grins madly. Kurt's arms are flailing, and he almost knocks out his friend with his cast.
To save himself from concussion, Wes lets him go and jumps out of bed. Kurt takes a quick look at his phone on the night stand, and groans.
"Wes, it's freaking 3 AM, there's hardly anything good about this," he mutters through his clenched jaw.
"I beg to differ," Wes exclaims insulted. "Look out of your window."
Kurt isn't quite certain why, but he obeys, peaking behind the curtain to see if something's going on outside.
"What am I supposed to be looking for?"
Wes jumps into Kurt's bed, and flings open his window. He scoops up a little snow lying on the window frame with his index finger, and shows it to Kurt.
"So? It's been snowing, it's December, nothing to get excited about," Kurt mumbles, crawling back to his pillows and cover, and trying to ignore the madness keeping him awake.
"Kurt, you don't get it."
"I obviously don't," he mumbles, almost asleep again.
"We're having a snowball fight!" Wes shouts happily.
"OK, you guys do that," Kurt mumbles again.
"And you are joining us," Wes states and yanks off Kurt's dune. He then opens Kurt's wardrobe, and pulls out some warm boots, his coat, a scarf and gloves. He starts dressing the still half sleeping Kurt.
"What? What are you doing?" Kurt's kicking, suddenly more awake.
"Hush, Kurt, this is mandatory Dalton tradition," Wes simply states, and ties the laces on the boy's boots.
Ten minutes later, six boys are standing in the middle of the snow covered lawn outside the dormitory building. During the evening and night, at least three inches of snow has landed, covering the Dalton grounds in a white fluffy blanket begging to be played with. All boys are still in their pyjamas'.
"The rules are simple. We split up in two teams. If someone from the enemy manages to hit or capture you, you are a member of their team, and must help them attack your old team," Wes and David explain.
"How do we know who's on which team at any time?" Kurt asks, confused about the unfamiliar rules.
"Hmm… Good question, we hadn't though about that," David ponders.
"I guess it's too cold to play shirts versus skins…" Wes thinks out loud.
"How about one team tie their scarves around their heads?" Blaine suggests, and everybody agree on the team uniforms.
They split up in two teams. Nick, Kurt and Wes on one team, and Jeff, Blaine and David on the other team. The last trio will have scarves around their heads. The teams then head in opposite directions, to claim the ends of the snow covered lawn as their respective bases, and plan their strategies.
"OK, so let's start making snowballs while we plot our war plan," Wes suggests, and so they do. Nick stomps on a patch of snow to make a hollow pit where they can store their weapons.
"We need to keep this protected," Nick says, "I don't doubt they'd try to steal our snow balls if we leave them unattended."
"What if two of us run up armed, and attack one of them from two sides? Hopefully we'll outnumber and bombard one of them, and get a new team member?" Kurt suggests.
"Yeah, and in the meantime the third person protects and produces more snowballs," Wes adds.
"And we'll of course take turn in who does what," Nick suggests, and they all nod in agreement.
"OK, let's make some more of these babies until the warning bell chimes and the war commences," Wes grins.
"Who is their weakest link?" David asks, looking over at their opposing team.
"Nick's aim sucks, so he should be safe to approach," Blaine grins.
"And Wes gets too eager, and blows off all his ammunition at once, so keep your distance, and we can outnumber him when he runs out of snowballs," Jeff chuckles.
"I don't know Kurt that well, but that cast has got to be a handicap for him, right?" David looks at the other boys.
They look at each other for a while, smirking and laughing.
"OK, so Kurt might be the weakest link, but we'll save him for later and try to get a new team member that can help us?" Jeff concludes, playing as captain for the team.
"Wes!" they all grin.
"Now, for the most important part. What is our team name?" Jeff asks solemnly.
"We need a team name!" Wes exclaims. "We cannot go to war without a team name!"
"Oh, that's easy," Kurt grins. "We're Foxy Arctic, right Nick?"
"Of course we are," Nick answers, high fiving the boy.
"Why is that?" Wes whines, not feeling included in his team member's fun.
"Because," Kurt sighs patiently, "arctic foxes are really cute, we are out in the snow, and we're going to win this fight with a foxy scheme."
"We're sly as foxes, but we are foxy hot as well," Nick adds, snapping his fingers exaggeratedly.
"Me likes!" Wes exclaims, making jazz hands and jumping up and down.
"We're Team Bumble, of course," David states.
"Do we want to be monsters?" Blaine asks honestly concerned.
"He ends up as a good guy, so that's OK," David shrugs. "Besides, we want our opponents to fear us."
"You make a good point, Warbler David," Blaine nods.
"It's settled, then," Jeff concludes.
Wes pulls out a small horn from his jacket pocket, and blows it. The sound fills the entire courtyard, and their opposing team straightens up and gets ready on the far end of the white lawn.
Nick and Wes have filled their pockets and arms with hard snowballs, and runs off towards the other team. The trio is walking casually from their base, grinning. The moon is their main source for light and illuminates their playing field. A few of the windows in the surrounding buildings are lit as well; lamps that have been forgotten and neglected. The pale ground is a stark contrast to the dark silhouettes of the six boys.
An eager Wes lets out a warrior scream, and starts throwing his snowballs in the direction of his for the moment intensely hated enemy. Half of the snowballs land on the ground before they are halfway towards the trio, and he can hear them laugh at him.
"I see your strategy hasn't changed since last," David yells at him.
"Hold your fire!" Nick shouts at Wes, frustrated by the boy wasting their superior ammunition. But Wes ignores him, runs even faster, while throwing more snow balls at his annoying best friend.
Wes now is within hitting distance for Team Bumble, and he's got only two snowballs left. The monster team snickers, and as if it's synchronized and rehearsed, they lift their throwing arms in the air, and pepper Wes. Wes manages to dodge the first three snow balls.
"Abort, abort," Nick screams. "I've got your back," he adds, preparing to throw his snow balls at David, Jeff and Blaine. Unlike Wes, he still hasn't gotten rid of any of his weapons.
"We can take them out together," Wes yells with a mad gleam in his eyes.
He throws his second to last snow ball against David, and then aims the next in Blaine's direction. Unfortunately, he doesn't notice he missed David, and Jeff hits him hard in the stomach before he can attack Blaine.
"NO!" Nick screams in pain, watching Wes falling down on his knees. Team Bumble approaches their captive, preparing to change his uniform and tie his scarf around his head. Nick retreats hurriedly back to Kurt.
"They got Wes," he sighs, almost out of breath. "Now it's only you and me."
Kurt scoops up a bunch of snow balls, motioning for Nick to do the same.
"We've got this," Kurt reassures. "Never underestimate the underdog," he grins.
They take two minutes so Nick can catch his breath again, and fill their pockets with more ammunition.
"Let's try to sneak back closer to the buildings, so we stay in the shadow for as long as possible," Nick suggests, and Kurt readily agrees.
They do as planned, and have closed more than half the distance to their enemy when they see the four boys run yelling and screaming from their own base towards Arctic Foxes. The two foxes step out from the shadows, and try to approach them silently, but to no luck. Nick starts throwing his snow balls, but his aim really is shitty. One would think he'd manage to hit, when he has four boys to chose between, but his snowballs land in front of them, between them, to the far off side of them, or even fly over their heads. Nick is peppering them with snowballs. Kurt isn't as effective, as he only has one arm to throw with. Nick is using both hands, firing off like a winter frozen machine gun.
Blaine stands completely still, grinning cockily. He picks up one of the snowballs Nick missed with, and nonchalantly throws it back at Nick. It hits him square in the chest, and he drops backwards with a scream, growling and groaning. Kurt spins back to their base, sighing. He's on his own, now. He kneels in the snow, and it soaks through his pyjamas pants, but he's too focused on the ongoing match to care. His hands automatically starts working on producing more snowballs while his mind is running wild to come up with a new strategy. It's him against five crazy Dalton boys. The odds aren't the best. He goes through the rules Wes and David had put down to look for loopholes.
An idea comes to mind, but Kurt hasn't got a clue on how he can pull it off. He only knows how he pictures the outcome; he doesn't know how to get there. Kurt tucks the pyjama pants down the shafts of his boots to prevent him from stumbling. He takes a deep breath, and then one more. This is it. It's all or nothing, and he's going all in.
Kurt slowly walks across their playing field, carefully looking around him to evaluate and ponder his next steps. He grins as he spots the five enemies of his walking casually towards him, all in one single line, like in a poor spaghetti western. The ever so meticulous Kurt had been taking an uncharacteristic rest from his books, and aimlessly flipped the pages in the latest yearbook in the library of Dalton earlier this week, and he hopes some of the information can turn out valuable right now. He'd seen a picture of Wes, winning the state championship as a track runner, representing Dalton.
The Fabulous Five have almost closed the distance by now, so Kurt does a sudden 180, and runs as fast as he can away from them. He sprints past the main building, around it and towards its front. He knows it's lighter there, but it's also hiding spots in the shadows, behind the benches, among the trees lining up along the short alley from the main gates to the double entrance doors. Kurt stops, shakes his head as if to clear his mind, and throws himself into a Cheerio-worthy salto mortale, flinging himself in the air, and landing far away on his ass. Sylvester would kill him for the finish, but at least he managed to get away from his own tracks, and hopefully is hiding better. He crouches down in a corner, hidden by the big concrete stairs leading up to the entrance. He knows he's trapped if someone spots him, but this is all or nothing.
As expected, he can hear running feet approaching. What are the odds it's the right boy who followed him or finds him first? It has to be Wes, it's his only hope. Kurt never expected to outrun him, he just needed to run fast enough and get the boy away from the others.
"Kurt, come out and play, I know you're here, I can see your footsteps in the snow," Wes sing-songs, and Kurt grins – perfect! Now he has to act fast.
Kurt throws a snowball, directing it far from Wes. The plopping sound of hard snow landing in soft snow, makes Wes turn in that direction – facing away from Kurt. Kurt tries to sneak soundlessly towards Wes. He lifts his uncast arm with a snowball, ready to throw.
"Gavel," he says loudly on a warning note, and Wes spins around. "I've still got your gavel," Kurt repeats when Wes gets ready to attack. "Surrender and I'll give you a new hint to where the gavel is," Kurt smirks, feeling confident about his victory. Wes would have killed him by now if he wanted to.
"Where is it?" Wes growls, and clutches so hard to his snowballs they burst and crumbles in his hands.
"First hint: It is in the least used room in all of Dalton," Kurt smirks. "Second hint…" he drawls, loving the utter expression of anticipation on Wes' face. "Next to the choir room, it was the room I felt the safest in when at McKinley, while at Dalton I've never been there. Oh, except for to hide your precious gavel," Kurt laughs evilly.
Wes groans.
"This doesn't make any sense!" he yells.
"Poor thing," Kurt coos. "So, surrender?" he asks and raises an arm, ready for the kill.
Wes unties the scarf around his head and tucks it in a pocket. "I'm yet again a Foxy Arctic," he sighs.
"Traitor!" Jeff and David yell indignantly as they catch up with the boys. Before Kurt and Wes can make the brain impulses reach their feet, telling them to run away, they are bombarded with snow and have to admit their defeat. Blaine and Nick arrive shortly after, but from the other side of the main building. Obviously, the four boys split up for this attack.
"Well played!" Wes grins, offering a high five. Kurt happily returns it, only to be body tackled to the ground by David. The other boys dive into the human tangle of limbs as well, and nobody can really get anywhere.
15 minutes later they are back to the dorms, hovering in the common's room of their floor. Kurt and Blaine are rummaging the cupboards to find ingredients for hot chocolate. Blaine finds a battered box with chocolate powder which only needs adding hot water. It's the best they can do for now.
Kurt's shivering in his wet clothes, so Blaine commands everybody to go back to their rooms to change into dry clothes while they wait for the water to boil.
Blaine quickly discards his wet pyjamas, and slips into another pair of pyjamas pants. It's black with some red trimming. He tucks on a Dalton sweater, and finds some thick wool socks for his cold feet. He can hardly feel his toes; loafers weren't the right kind of shoes for this night.
Blaine's heart spins and he has to swallow a big grin when Kurt enters his room. He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a black v-neck that shows off Kurt's chest really nice, and a maroon cardigan Blaine recognizes as his own. He must have forgotten it in Kurt's room earlier that night.
Kurt opens Blaine's minifridge, and helps himself to one of the microwave-dishes they had gotten earlier this week. Blaine can't help but chuckle.
"Don't. Say. A. Word," Kurt mutters. "I'm hungry, OK? Do you want one?" he adds.
Blaine mimics the "my lips are sealed"-motion, but nods at the offer of food.
When they come back to the common's room, David is trying to make the fire place cooperate, and Wes is preparing six mugs of hot chocolate. Nick and Jeff are pulling a couch closer to the promising heat source. Kurt heads for the microwave to prepare their food. They are having a sweet and sour chicken-thingy.
Shortly after, the six boys are resting with hot beverages, and for two of them also hot food. Jeff is sitting in Nick's lap in the couch, next to Kurt and Blaine. Wes and David are lying on the floor between the couch and the roaring fire place, Wes' head resting on David's chest. They've already downed their mugs.
Blaine coughs and clears his throat.
"I have an announcement to make," he smiles, and doesn't miss the eager gleams in the eyes of Wes and David. Nick and Jeff are merely looking expectantly at him, while Kurt is sporting the most confused expression Blaine's ever seen on him. It's actually quite cute.
"Something really big happened today," Blaine chuckles, and he's almost shaking with anticipation, he can't wait to get this off of his chest, but for all the right reasons.
Wes and David have sat up, nodding eagerly for him to continue.
"Five days ago Kurt and I made an important decision, or maybe I should call it an agreement," he smiles bashfully. Wes and David are almost jumping from their sitting positions, Nick and Jeff are trying to lock eyes with both him and Kurt, while Kurt is looking mostly shocked, but also embarrassed.
"No, Blaine, please don't," he whispers, trying to shrink himself and hide behind a throw cushion. But Blaine merely laughs, and wraps an arm around Kurt's shoulders.
"You see, guys, young naïve Hummel here thought he could survive the hells and madness of exams here at Dalton. He thought he could survive going through these weeks and still keep up his appearances. His very well dressed, impeccable, impressing and admirable appearances that is, but never the less. He made a bet he wouldn't be caught in sweatpants, and I'm pretty sure he never thought he would eat greasy food heated in a microwave either. And yet, here he is, in what I would consider being a pair of sweatpants," Blaine grins wickedly.
"This isn't fair!" Kurt groans. "It's almost 5 in the morning, I'm tired and cold, I wanted out of my wet clothes, and I want to go back to my bed in comfortable clothes, I dream about being rested for tomorrow," he complains.
"And yet you didn't put on another pair of pyjamas," Blaine says with amusement and wiggles his eyebrows.
"I'm behind with my laundry, OK? Everything's in my hamper, so it was this or jeans."
"I would have thought Kurt Hummel would pick jeans over sweats any day," Jeff speculates.
"Not even I need to sleep in fashionable clothes," Kurt groans. "You are playing it so, so dirty, Blaine," he sighs, and tries to hit his friend, but Blaine manages to capture both his hands.
"You'll survive, Hummel, man up," he chuckles, and yanks the boy into his lap. "Relax and let me take care of you," he soothes, and picks up a warm blanket from the floor, draping it over the both of them. "See, now nobody can see what shameless clothes you're wearing."
Kurt tries to object and get off of Blaine's lap, but the boy is too strong. Seeing Wes resting his head on David's chest again and knowing how snuggled up Nick and Jeff are, Kurt resigns, and lets Blaine cuddle him. If everybody else is doing it, why shouldn't he enjoy this as well?
"So what did exactly the bet entail?" Nick asks after a while.
Blaine can feel Kurt tense up in his arms, and remembers Nick had gotten cookies from his Secret Santa, the same kind of cookies he'd asked for.
"Ah, it's a sweet deal in two parts. The first being an agreement I cannot dwell on for now, and the second part is Kurt here letting me have my wicked way with him…"
Blaine doesn't get to finish the sentence before the other four boys react with loud shouts, whistles and rowdy comments. Kurt had relaxed again when Blaine didn't explicitly mention the cookies, but now he's all tense and strung in Blaine's arms again. He tries to calm down the boys, but they are too excited, so he lets them cool down on their own before he makes any more efforts to clear up the misunderstanding. He knows he's blushing, although he hasn't any reason for it. He slightly loosens his grip around Kurt to give him the opportunity to get off of him if he wants, but the boy is actually shivering in his lap. Blaine runs his hands soothingly up and down Kurt's shoulders and arms.
"It's OK," he whispers reassuringly in Kurt's ear. "They're your friends, we're just joking around, and nobody actually believes this." Blaine doesn't understand why Kurt reacts this way, and makes a mental note to talk with the boy about it later. For now, he focuses on getting him to snap out of it, whatever it is.
It isn't until the other boys have calmed down and Blaine manages to explain he was going to have his "wicked way" with Kurt's wardrobe, that Kurt visibly relaxes. He still doesn't say anything, just laughs awkwardly at the proper moments, while the other boys chat and laugh, soaking up some heat from the fire place.
It doesn't take long before the boys are yawning and retreat to their rooms to get a couple of more hours of sleep before breakfast.
Blaine stops in front of Kurt's door.
"Are you mad at me, Kurt?"
"No!" the boy exclaims surprised, almost offended. "Of course not, why would I be that?"
"Just checking," Blaine smiles carefully. "Hug me goodnight?"
Kurt leans in, and rests his chin on Blaine's shoulder.
"You're a moron," he chuckles.
"Yet you keep spending time with me," Blaine quips.
"I like how sharp and good I look next to you," Kurt exhales easily, and slips into his room before Blaine has the chance to respond, locking the door behind him as usual.
Two minutes later Blaine arrives through the bathroom.
"Rude boy, you must be punished," he smirks.
"Oh, do I now?"
"Indeed."
"And how do you think you're going to punish me?"
Blaine crawls into Kurt's bed.
"By forcing you to keep me warm tonight, of course. I'm still freezing", he simply states, patting the space on the mattress next to him.
Kurt is really tired and really wants to sleep, so he doesn't object, but follows after Blaine.
"You're big spoon," the boy calls, and snuggles closer to Kurt's hesitant body.
Kurt sends a grateful thought to whomever made Blaine such a cuddle monster, and smelts around the boy.
Lyrics mentioned:
Katy Perry – Last Friday Night