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From Pheobe(Anonymous)and similarly prompted by aunthay: Stuck at the school overnight during a severe thunderstorm with just the Glee club (and maybe the football team). AU with Blaine transferred to McKinley with Kurt.

I actually chose not to have Blaine transferred. Sorry. And I considered the football team but I figured there wouldn't be football practice and Glee practice at the same time. And for note purposes, Quinn and Finn are still together so I'll just put it between Prom Queen and Funeral.

And guess what? I pretended that the club wrote their songs before they left. Shocking, I know, like anybody would do that!

Thunderstorm

"Okay, one more time from the top!"

The general groan from the group drowned out the last of Will's words. Even Rachel who was obsessed with perfection was looking disgruntled, slumped on the ground and rifling through sheet music. "Mr. Schuester, there is such as thing as overusing your voice," she said importantly as if explaining to a small child. For once, nobody argued with her.

"Guys, Nationals is just around the corner and we want this to be perfect. We've still got to write one more song so the sooner we get this one perfect, the better."

Will gestured for everybody to move into position which they reluctantly did. Blaine smirked up from the audience and Kurt shook his head down at his boyfriend. Blaine had decided to come along and give his thoughts into their performance, something that Will had actually been all for. And while Kurt kind of loved having Blaine here, he didn't particularly like being the object of mockery. Just as he was about to start them, Kurt's phone began to ring and he pulled it out eagerly, grateful for the interruption. "Hello?"

"Kurt?" His step-mom's voice came down the line quickly, sounding almost worried. "I couldn't get through to Finn, are you two on your way home?"

Kurt frowned. "No, we're just about finished with practice. I'll leave aft-"

"No, you won't."

"What? What's going on?" Kurt glanced over at the rest of the club who looked as confused as he felt. "Is something wrong?"

There was silence from the other end. "You mean you don't know? Better put me on loudspeaker, sweetie, this will affect everybody." Kurt did what she said and gestured the rest of the club over to listen. "Hi everybody. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but there's a severe thunderstorm warning issued for Lima for the next twelve hours and it's already starting to set in. If anybody lives really close to the school, they might just make it home, but I think you might all be stuck there for now."

As the worried murmurs began to spread, Blaine and Tina's phones both started ringing. Kurt knew the only one who had a hope of getting out would be Mike who lived within walking distance, but he didn't see the boy in any hurry to leave. Will gestured for Kurt's phone which he handed over, taking off loudspeaker so his teacher could talk about details quickly before hanging up. "It's true, guys, the severity means we're going to be stuck in the school until tomorrow morning at the earliest." Kurt caught the phone that was tossed back to him, pocketing it. "Well, on the bright side, we can do more pra-"

"No way!" Puck spoke up from where he had collapsed on the stage. "Mr. Schue, we may be stuck in the school, but it's a big school. If you try to force practice on us, we'll be out of here."

The others murmured their agreement but Kurt's attention was on Blaine who was heading towards the door. "I'm going to find a window and see just how bad it is."

"I'll come with you," Kurt offered. Ignoring Puck's lewd whistle behind them, the two headed out into the hallway. "Hey," he said quietly the moment they were out, touching Blaine's arm, "I'm sorry you got stranded here too."

"Don't sweat it." Blaine shot him his usual disarming grin, taking his hand. "You know I never complain about spending extra time with you. Besides, it'll be an interesting experience to say the least."

Now that they were out in the hall, the rain could be heard and grew louder as they headed towards the main doors. Kurt whistled low as he looked outside, unable to see anything through the torrential rain pounding down. "It's really something out there."

"Anybody in your club afraid of thunderstorms?"

Kurt shrugged. "Not that I'm aware of. I'm certainly not and you seem fine."

Blaine turned to smile at him. "I love them. I usually go driving in the rain… obviously not today," he added at Kurt's skeptical look. "I just love the sound of rain pelting down on me and knowing I can't be touched."

Kurt shook his head, his own smile gracing his features. "Really? That's corny… and so very you." Still staring out at the rain, Kurt felt the chill hit him and shivered. "We're going to freeze tonight."

The next thing he knew, there was a pair of warm strong arms around him and for the first time ever, Kurt was glad his boyfriend invested in gaudy sweaters that were actually very warm. "Well, I can keep you warm for now," Blaine murmured, sending a shiver down Kurt's spine which, thankfully, he could fake away as the cold. "Do you have any, I don't know, sleeping bags? Blankets?"

"We used to have mattresses," Kurt said with a laugh, causing Blaine to look at him curiously. "Long story. Um, I think there could be some blankets and stuff in the drama department. It's just down the hall here."

Kurt realized his mistake a moment later when they moved to walk down the hall, meaning Blaine had to unwrap from around Kurt so they could walk properly. It wasn't so much that the cold was getting in than Kurt missing the feel of his boyfriend's arms around him. Moments like these were rare with Nationals getting increasingly closer and both boys heading into exams, so Kurt would take any private moment with Blaine that he could get, no matter the innuendos he would have to face from the club later.

Pushing open the door to the drama department, Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "Okay," he said, leading Blaine into the room, "we have blankets and cushions from whatever production we were meant to put on and never did. Not horribly warm but I'm sure we'll cope."

"Where are we actually sleeping?"

Kurt thought about it for a second as he handed over a pile of blankets to Blaine. "I guess on the floor of the auditorium. It's seriously the only place in this school that's carpeted and I know Mr. Schue will want to keep us all in one place." He grabbed his own pile and headed for the door, trying not to bump into anything with his vision impaired. "That said, they've probably spread halfway across the school by now."

Sure enough as they exited the drama room, Kurt saw Mike and Tina slipping around the corner, giggling as they did. Kurt rolled his eyes at the two as he and Blaine headed back down to the auditorium. The door was slightly ajar and the sound of Rachel singing was emanating out of the room. "Guess she couldn't pass up the opportunity of a stage and an audience who couldn't leave," Kurt muttered to Blaine who stifled his laughter as they entered. Sure enough, Rachel was belting it out on the stage while Quinn and Finn were making out and Sam and Mercedes were clearly pretending to pay attention.

"Oh good, I'm glad someone thought of that." Mr. Schuester gestured for the boys to join him where he had cleared some chairs out. "We're definitely bailed up here for the night so make yourselves comfortable. Blaine, do you need me to call your school and let them know what's happening?"

"That would be great, thank you," Blaine said politely, dropping his pile of blankets, Kurt following suit. "Here, I'll just write down my student number so they can verify who you're talking about."

As Blaine scribbled the number down, Kurt glanced around the auditorium again. Puck and Lauren were in the process of bailing as Rachel wound up for another song and he knew it wouldn't be long until the others followed suit. The last thing Kurt wanted was for him and Blaine to be pressured into any duets - not that he didn't enjoy singing with Rachel, just not tonight. Not when he had the entire rest of the day to spend with his boyfriend and a whole school to ensure their privacy. Nothing was going to happen, of course, he and Blaine were definitely not ready to consummate their relationship in an empty classroom at McKinley High. But to have some alone time with his boyfriend would be a blessing right now.

Blaine had written down the number and given Mr. Schuester the phone number for the school so Kurt took his hand again and gently pulled him away. "Well, I'm going to show Blaine around the school properly," he said, just in case their teacher was listening before leading Blaine back out of the auditorium.

"But I've already seen your school," Blaine said, looking at him bemusedly. "You showed me before the Night of Neglect."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes, but would you rather be stuck in there with them?" He raised his voice as they entered the corridor again, aware that the storm was still picking up. "Besides, I never showed you the choir room."

Blaine slipped his hand out of Kurt's to link their arms instead. "Lead on, good sir."

My boyfriend is such a dork.

Santana's voice could be heard coming from Coach Sylvester's office and Kurt frowned, trying to work out who would voluntarily enter that room before continuing, reminding himself that he had Blaine here to spend time with and nobody else really mattered at this moment.

In the next hallway over, Artie, Mike and Sam were racing down the halls while Tina and Mercedes watched on. As they flattened themselves against the lockers to avoid being run down - and was that bowling pins at the end of the hallway? - Mercedes shot Kurt a knowing look which he returned with as much snark as possible because she didn't really know. Not like she thought.

Finally they reached the choir room which, to Kurt's relief, was empty. Flicking on the lights, Kurt checked down the hallway before closing the door behind them gently and turning to Blaine. "So, here it is. Nothing on Dalton, of course, but this is our home." Blaine was looking around, clearly taking in the stark difference between the two schools. Kurt noticed his fond smile at the piano and smiled himself, knowing his boyfriend's weakness for beautiful instruments. "You can play it if you want. Usually Brad keeps us well away but he's not here so…"

"Maybe later," Blaine said quietly, turning to the seats. "Which one is yours?"

Kurt frowned, thinking. "We swap around a lot but…" he climbed to the back, hovering next to one of the seats, "I think I sit here the most."

Blaine joined him, sitting down on the seat himself and looking around. "I can picture you here. Probably with your phone out, either texting me or looking up YouTube videos to pass the time. Judging Rachel's outfits, raising an eyebrow at the various PDA going on, making your voice heard for solos." Kurt ducked his head, blushing a little and wondering how someone who had known him for such a small amount of time could know him that well. "Come here?"

Startled, Kurt looked up to see Blaine staring up at him, holding his arms out a little as if…

Really?

Before Kurt could over think, he gently sat down on the edge of Blaine's knees, not wanting to impose too much. Blaine laughed at that, wrapping his arms around Kurt and tugging him closer. "I said come here, silly. I don't bite." Kurt found himself resting against Blaine's chest, his head on his shoulder and hopelessly in love with the fact that he was being couple-y with his boyfriend. Up until now, he hadn't even been sure if Blaine had wanted to touch him any more than just casual hand holding and hugs because they hadn't done anything more than that. So this - a position so common to many couples - was the biggest step Kurt had ever taken in a relationship. And he was kind of loving it. "So," Blaine continued, Kurt lifting his head a little to look at him, "tell me what it's like in here normally."

Kurt had to laugh at that. "There's no normal, I assure you. If Rachel's not having a tantrum then one of the couples are breaking up or someone's singing about their feelings or there's a huge fight and people aren't talking." Blaine looked a little overwhelmed and Kurt smirked. "Yeah, I know, the Warblers fall to pieces if someone dares to suggest different uniforms, you're absolutely out of your depth."

"I could handle it," Blaine protested.

"I'm sure you could," Kurt said a second later, aware that his response had been a little delayed but it was hard to think when one of Blaine's hands had idly started tracing circles into his side and it felt that good. "But they're a good lot, usually. I mean, if something serious is going on then most of the other stuff gets put aside so whoever is struggling can be helped out. Quinn's pregnancy, Sam's family issues…" he hesitated. "My dad."

Blaine stilled. "Your dad? What do you mean?"

And that was when Kurt remembered he had never brought up his dad's condition to Blaine before. With all the Karofsky drama when they had first met, it had simply never come up in conversation. "A little while before I met you, my dad had a heart attack," Kurt said, not bothering to mince his words. That was the easiest way to talk about it, just like it was to talk about his mom's death. "He was in hospital for about a week in a coma, they weren't sure if he was going to wake up. The club did their best to look out for me, even if their attempts were a little misguided at times… and sometimes just kind of the opposite of helpful but so very sweet anyway." Kurt had to smile as he remembered the book from Brittany - he needed to tell the girl that he still had it at some point.

Blaine was still silent and Kurt glanced up to see what was going on. To his horror, Blaine's eyes looked suspiciously bright, just like they had when Blaine had performed Somewhere Only We Know in the McKinley courtyard. "Blaine? I - you know if you cry, I'm going to cry, right? I don't even know what I said to upset you."

"It's not what you said, baby, it's what you've been through." Kurt blinked, thankful that Blaine's concentration was elsewhere as he processed that sentence.

Baby?

… okay, he kind of liked it. But that was a thought for another time, especially when Blaine was looking this emotional and Kurt still didn't know why.

"I mean, I know about your mom," Blaine continued, "even if I don't know exactly what happened - and that's not me trying to get you to tell me, I know you'll tell me in your own time. I know about the bullying, I know about Finn and Sam and what you went through with them and I thought all of that was bad enough… but you nearly lost both of your parents and… god, Kurt, you're so much stronger than everybody gives you credit for."

Kurt wanted to blush, to look away and deny it and say if he was strong he would have stood up the bullies and wouldn't have run to Dalton, but with the way Blaine was looking at him, Kurt couldn't disagree with what his boyfriend was saying. "It was tough," he admitted. "But I got through it. I had to."

"Nobody should go through this at our age," Blaine murmured and Kurt was wrapping his arms around Blaine without a second thought because of course this was about both of them, of course this was bringing up memories for Blaine of what he went through as well.

"You're strong too," he told Blaine, putting every ounce of sincerity he could into the words. "I promise."

For a few minutes they just held each other, both soaking in the closeness of another person, someone who may not have been through exactly the same thing as them but knew what it was like to hurt. But instead of being sad, Kurt felt strangely content. After all, things were so much better now that Blaine was in his life, why did he need to be sad about the past?

Apparently Blaine felt the same because his usual smile was back when he looked up. "Do I make you happy?" he asked, completely out of the blue and so contrary to his current expression that Kurt had to stare.

"I - Blaine, of course you do!" Kurt finally got out when he realized that Blaine actually wanted an answer. "How could you not?" And then the horrible thought struck him - was this Blaine's way of trying to say… "Do I not make you happy?"

"You do," Blaine assured him reverently. "Incredibly happy, Kurt. I just wanted to make sure… that this is what you want. Completely what you want."

Kurt couldn't help but think that there was something more to Blaine's words but shook it off. He trusted Blaine, after all, and if Blaine was that happy with him then there definitely couldn't be any ulterior motives to what he was saying. "I've never wanted anything more," Kurt said honestly. "Not even the latest McQueen collection."

Blaine gave a quiet snort of laughter at that. "Good," he said, his eyes softening completely. "I'm glad that's how you feel."

And then Blaine leaned in and kissed him.

There were no words and Kurt immediately realized why Tina would just smile at him whenever Kurt asked what it was like to kiss someone because yeah, Kurt would definitely be smiling like an idiot if he weren't currently kissing Blaine. And then that reminded him that he was kissing Blaine and that was something Kurt's mind would probably start comprehending in, oh, ten years. For now, all Kurt could do was kiss back - tentatively, because he had never done this before, not like this- and pretty much melt.

An hour later, Kurt and Blaine left the choir room hand-in-hand, swapping secretive smiles between each other. Kurt could see the reddish tinge to Blaine's lips and knew he had caused that and that he looked the same and his brain? Yeah, still missing in action.

They hadn't spent the whole time kissing, of course. There had been a lot of talking and cuddling done… but also plenty of kissing, just learning about each other and what they liked and simply reveling in each other's touch.

"Is that why you wanted to know if I was happy?" Kurt finally asked, realizing he probably should have thought of that quite some time ago.

Blaine smiled. "It was. I never wanted our relationship to be based on physical actions - and, of course, I did want to make sure you were happy."

"I've never been happier," Kurt admitted, leaning over to brush a kiss to Blaine's cheek. "Unfortunately, the fact that I'm somewhat starving is overriding that right now."

Blaine mock-pouted until his own stomach grumbled and Kurt smirked at him. "Okay, I'll shut up now. What exactly are we going to do for food?"

Kurt shrugged, pushing open the door to the auditorium. "Hopefully Mr. Schue's sorted something out."

The auditorium had filled up again with the only exceptions being Mike, Tina and Mr. Schuester himself. Most of the club members were talking amongst themselves, only Santana and Puck noticing their re-entry - Santana giving a smirk and Puck holding out his fist to Blaine who fist-bumped him awkwardly. "So, what's happening for food?" Kurt asked.

"Mr. Schue is checking the staffrooms to see if anything's lying around and looking for non-perishables in the cafeteria," Rachel informed them. "Noah volunteered to break into the vending machines but some of us don't enjoy chocolate bars for dinner."

"Not to mention the moral issues with Puck breaking things," Artie added. "Not that he seems worried about that in the slightest."

Puck shrugged and Kurt rolled his eyes. At that, Mr. Schuester entered the room with a basket full of food to the general approval of the group. "Nothing fancy, guys," he warned. "It's mainly fruit, but it's better than nothing." The basket was converged upon, everybody grabbing whatever they could. And sure, maybe Kurt didn't need ten oranges but it was still good to have extra.

"Hey, where's Mike and Tina?" Quinn asked when everybody was halfway through their meals. "They're going to miss out."

"I called Tina earlier," Artie said. "But her phone was off. I guess we'll have to go find them once we're finished -"

The lights went out.

Quinn, Rachel and Brittany all screamed and Kurt heard a flurry of movement, presumably as the girls grabbed the person closest to them. Kurt would have laughed if it weren't for the fact that his boyfriend was currently wrapped around him, clearly scared himself. "You okay?" he whispered to Blaine.

"Yeah," Blaine said, quickly unwrapping his arms. "It just - startled me. That's all."

Kurt grabbed his phone out of his pocket and switched on the flashlight, prompting the others to do the same. He had to keep fighting back his laughter as he saw Quinn and Rachel both cuddling close to Finn who looked supremely awkward, before remembering their previous conversation. "Guys, Mike and Tina are out there somewhere."

Mr. Schuester was on his feet immediately. "Everybody stay here, I'll go and find them."

"With all due respect, Mr. Schuester," Rachel began, "it would make more sense to send out multiple search parties with their phones on them. Then when Mike and Tina are found, we can all return to the auditorium. It would speed things up."

Mr. Schuester looked like he was struggling with that before finally nodding. "Okay, but not everybody can go. A few of you need to stay here in case they come back to let us know."

After a bit of discussion, it was sorted. Kurt and Blaine, Puck and Lauren, Sam and Mercedes and Finn and Artie would all head in separate directions while the others stayed back. Artie tried Tina's phone one more time - still no answer - before they all split up, heading their separate ways. "Okay," Kurt said quietly, keeping one ear out for the couple they were searching for, "I know Tina pretty well and I know she has a few places that her and Mike like to visit. Unfortunately one of those is the locker room which happens to be down this hallway."

Blaine understood, of course. "How about I go in and look for them while you wait outside?" he offered, grabbing his own phone out to turn on the flashlight. "It'll only take a second."

Kurt stopped him as he was about to go in, kissing him quickly. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," Blaine said softly before entering the locker room. "Mike? Tina?"

Once Blaine had left, Kurt glanced around the hallway, immediately wishing he hadn't. The school was an entirely different place without the lights on and every shadow had Kurt jumping, trying to work out what it was and who was in there and oh god why hadn't he gone into the locker room with Blaine because at least he wouldn't be out there alone…

"Not in there."

Kurt shrieked, spinning around to see Blaine exiting the locker room. It took him a second to calm his racing heart long enough to speak. "Sorry, sorry! It just got really creepy out here and you scared the hell out of me."

"Sorry," Blaine said, wrapping an arm around him again. Now that there was another light and, more importantly, another person, it wasn't as bad as it had been and Kurt started feeling a little sheepish. "I didn't mean to, I didn't realize what it would be like out here alone. But we should keep looking."

It didn't end up taking long to find Mike and Tina after all. The astronomy classroom door, as per usual, had jammed up from the inside and Kurt could hear the two calling out for help. With Blaine's assistance, they got the door open to find the room pitch black and Tina almost hysterical. "Where's your phone?" Kurt asked as they led the two out, Mike doing his best to calm down his girlfriend. "We've been calling you."

"It ran out of battery," Mike explained. "And I don't have mine on me, I think I left it back in the auditorium. Thanks for coming, guys."

As they walked back, Kurt called the other groups to let them know to return. By the time he had finished the calls, they had just about reached the auditorium. And, of course, just like it had been rehearsed that way, the lights chose that moment to flicker back on.

"Well, that was anticlimatic," Blaine remarked as they entered the auditorium to the clear relief of the others. The girls were hugging Tina and Mike flopped onto a pile of blankets, grabbing the remainder of the food to eat, prompting laughter from the rest of the group. It didn't take long for the others to return, a few of the guys feeling the need to congratulate Mike on getting locked in a dark room with his girlfriend.

The rest of the night was honestly just like the biggest slumber party Kurt had ever experienced. Obviously there were no movies but there was plenty of singing, a few more runs through of their songs (with Blaine joining in for the heck of it) and more bonding of the group than Kurt had ever seen. Being locked in the school in the middle of a thunderstorm had somehow done more for their group than anything else they had gone through.

"Okay, guys, we might call it a night!" Mr. Schuester was clearing away the food scraps and chucking blankets to everybody. "If the storm clears, we will have school tomorrow so you all need to be well-rested."

There were general groans all around - and Kurt couldn't blame them, what kind of high school students went to bed at ten at night? - but the teenagers obediently began to get ready to sleep, kicking off shoes and finding spots to sleep. A few of the guys ditched their shirts, prompting whistles from their respective girlfriends, and Kurt wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved that Blaine had kept his on, not sure if he could handle that on top of everything that had happened that afternoon between them. Kurt grabbed one of the warmer looking blankets, knowing he would need it if he couldn't have Blaine to warm him up.

Unless…

As the group finished spreading out the blankets, Kurt glanced around to make sure his theory was correct. Sure enough, Mike and Tina were settling in together, Quinn and Finn were doing the same and Puck was trying to get close to Lauren. Sam and Mercedes were also curiously close, something Kurt made a note of for later consideration, and Santana and Brittany were sharing a blanket. With all of those facts in mind, Kurt crossed the room and sat down right next to Blaine who smiled, wrapping an arm around him. "Can I join you?" he asked almost nervously because even though they had both boarded at Dalton, this was something they had never been able to try due to strict curfew requirements.

"Of course you can," Blaine said quietly, pulling him closer.

"Hold it!" came a call from across the room and Kurt turned to see Mr. Schuester staring at them. "Kurt, Blaine, you guys can't sleep together."

Kurt closed his eyes and counted to ten silently, but it didn't work. "Excuse me?" he demanded. "And why on earth not?"

"Because you two are dating and -"

Blaine had a hand on his shoulder, probably trying to calm him down but Kurt wasn't paying attention because this wasn't right. "Look around you, Mr. Schuester." He gestured to the other couples who were all watching curiously. "They all get to be couples, why can't we? You said this club was all-accepting, that nobody got judged because of who they were or what they did or who they liked, and you're demonstrating the worst double-standard possible." Shrugging off Blaine's hand, Kurt stood, already missing the warmth of the blankets as he stormed out of the auditorium.

The hallway was even colder and Kurt wrapped his arms around himself as he paced, fuming. Of course the logical part of his brain told Kurt that there must be more to it than the fact that he and Blaine were both guys, but right now Kurt was mad. It only took a minute for Blaine to join him, slipping his arms around Kurt to stop him from walking. "Come on, calm down. You know he's not just being insensitive, there is a reason."

"There probably is but it's just not fair, Blaine, we always have people telling us what to do and I'm so sick of it and I thought it wouldn't -"

Blaine spun him around gently and kissed him thoroughly, leaving Kurt breathless when they broke apart. "Now that I've got you quiet, just listen. Come back in, let him talk and then decide what's going to happen. If you feel a need to sleep elsewhere, you know I'll follow."

Grumbling under his breath, Kurt allowed Blaine to lead him back into the auditorium where, of course, everybody was staring at them. "Kurt," Mr. Schuester began immediately, "it's absolutely not about you and Blaine being gay. It's the fact that Blaine isn't a student of mine, technically he's here representing Dalton Academy and I know you've mentioned strict rules at Dalton about overnight sleeping arrangements. I wanted to be sure that Blaine wasn't going to get in any trouble for this."

Kurt paused, grudgingly admitting that it did make sense. "I explained to him that it won't be an issue," Blaine said soothingly. "We can't do this at Dalton, naturally, but the Dalton rules don't apply when I'm not there. The whole in loco parentis thing is only an issue when I'm there and since I have verbal permission to be off campus for the night, there is no issue."

"As long as your sleeping remains sleeping - and that goes for all of you - then I can't stop you," Mr. Schuester completed.

Kurt nodded in his teacher's direction in means of an apology. "Would you like me to turn off the lights?"

A general assent rang out as everybody else laid down, settling in for the night. Kurt switched his flashlight back on, shielding it with one hand as he flicked the lights off and made his way carefully over to where Blaine was already lying down, waiting for him. "How are we doing this?" he asked, immediately feeling stupid for asking the question.

Blaine simply smiled at him, reaching over to turn off the flashlight before pulling Kurt into his arms. "However you're comfortable."

Since Blaine was practically the definition of comfortable, Kurt found his place pretty quickly. Head nestled into Blaine's chest, arms around his waist and Kurt was at home.

Is it bad that I can imagine going to sleep like this for the rest of my life?

Blaine kissed the top of his head gently, running his hands along Kurt's back. "Goodnight, beautiful."

Kurt's heart leapt.

No, absolutely not.

"Goodnight," he whispered back, closing his eyes in anticipation of the best nights sleep he had ever gotten.

The rain had stopped and the sun shining through the open auditorium door from the hall as Blaine awoke that morning. Vague thoughts of waking the others for class and getting back to Dalton crossed his mind until Kurt shifted, nuzzling further into his neck with a sleepy sigh before drifting off again.

Blaine wrapped Kurt up in his arms and slipped back off to sleep.

Someday.

MusicalEscape:

*slams open door* "Greetings, Finnigan. We are the Warblers-" *gestures at mass of people* "-and we were informed that you hurt our boy Kurt. Now, being from you, the insult probably wasn't fully unintentional. We've decided to take steps to punish you."

"You don't mean-?"

"Yes. Hand over the My Little Pony plushie, it's ours for a week."

*whispered in the background* "Wait, doesn't Wes have the same one?"