Sweet Creature

A/N: This song gives me a massive case of the feels. Can you tell?

The morning light slipped through a separation in the curtains, falling across Kurt's face and rousing him from his sleep. For a moment – just a moment – he hovered in that blissful state between dreaming and wakefulness, reaching an arm out to pull Blaine closer to him. When he felt nothing but empty space, his eyes fluttered open. In an instant, the events of the prior evening rushed back to him.

Fighting with Blaine was never fun. Of course, it wasn't. All couples fought, and they accepted that there would a certain amount of discord between them from time to time, as there was with all couples. But last night's argument had been particularly rough.

Kurt was a passionate man. He felt his emotions strongly, which was obviously a perfect trait for an actor. He loved fiercely, and protected those he loved with all his heart. However, his passion meant that he also had a fiery temper. Since his youth, his sharp wit and sharper tongue served as his sword and shield. He'd cut down more than his share of opponents without ever lifting a finger.

He'd never intended to use those skills against his own husband, but that was exactly what he had done last night.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Kurt looked toward the bedroom door. It was closed, as it had been when he slammed it shut behind him the previous evening. He had gone to sleep alone, but assumed that Blaine would join him later after cooling down. Apparently, he was wrong.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, Kurt padded silently down the hall into the living room. He tipped his head to the side sadly when he found Blaine asleep on the couch, an afghan draped haphazardly over his body in a way that let Kurt see he was wearing his t-shirt and boxers. Kurt sighed heavily. If Blaine hadn't even bothered to come into their room to get pajamas, he must have been even more upset than Kurt realized.

Careful not to make a sound, Kurt rounded the couch and gently lifted Blaine's legs so he could sit, resting them across his lap. He watched him sleep for a few moments, absentmindedly stroking the side of Blaine's knee with his thumb.

Their fight had been silly at first, growing disproportionately heated as they argued. Blaine was no shrinking violet – he could hold his own against Kurt when necessary. However, Kurt had known the instant he'd pushed too far. The flash of pain in Blaine's eyes was brief, but unmistakable. He should have taken it back right then and there, but his stubbornness got the better of him. After a full minute of icy silence, Blaine had quietly but firmly announced that he was going to take a walk, "before I say something I might regret," he'd added pointedly as he walked out the door. Kurt heard him return about an hour later, just in time for Blaine to see him go into the bedroom and slam the door.

The words Kurt had thrown at Blaine echoed in his mind, filling him with remorse. Regardless of who had started it, or who was right or wrong, he'd overstepped. His sweet Blaine deserved to be treated better than that.

Blaine stirred, shifting onto his back and taking in a deep breath. His eyes opened and instantly locked with Kurt's.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice sleep-rough.

"Hey," Kurt returned, squeezing his knee lightly.

A moment passed between them, and then Blaine surprised Kurt by reaching out his hand. Kurt smiled, a tear forming in the corner of his eye, as he took the hand, bending down to kiss it reverently. Blinking back his tears, he tugged on Blaine's hand to pull him upright, shuffling around until Blaine was sitting beside him, his legs over Kurt's lap and Kurt's arm around his back.

"You know," Kurt said softly, brushing a stray curl from Blaine's forehead with his free hand, "I heard a song the other day that reminded me of you."

Blaine arched a brow in a manner that Kurt knew meant, "Go ahead." Kurt started singing quietly:

Sweet creature
Had another talk about where it's going wrong
But we're still young
We don't know where we're going
But we know where we belong

Kurt thrilled internally when Blaine held him a bit tighter after that line. Yes, they knew where they belonged.

And, oh, we started
Two hearts in one home
It's hard when we argue
We're both stubborn
I know, but oh

Blaine joined him on the chorus, harmonizing as effortlessly as always.

Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home

They held one another close, and Blaine reached up a hand to wipe away Kurt's new tears. "I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine choked out.

"No, Blaine. I am the one who owes you an apology," Kurt countered.

"We both said things we shouldn't have said and didn't mean."

Kurt shook his head. "That may be true, but Blaine," Kurt insisted, "I crossed the line. You know I did, and you didn't deserve that." He ran a hesitant hand through Blaine's hair. "You never deserve that," he whispered contritely.

Blaine regarded him seriously, biting his lower lip in thought. "No, I don't," he agreed solemnly, but without any trace of anger.

Kurt nodded, still upset with himself, but terribly proud of Blaine for that simple, yet powerful acknowledgement.

He was about to say something else, but Blaine pressed a finger to his lips. "What do you say we make some breakfast, huh? We'll eat here on the couch…and we'll talk," he offered.

"That sounds perfect," Kurt sighed in relief.

Blaine stood up first, reaching a hand out to pull Kurt up after him. He kept a hold of Kurt's hand and stood close, a new glint appearing in his eyes. "And then, when we're all done talking" he teased, leaning in close to Kurt's ear, "we're going to have the hottest makeup sex ever." With a brief kiss to Kurt's cheek, he slipped away, sauntering down the hall to the bathroom, leaving a bemused Kurt in his wake.

Yep, sweetest creature ever, Kurt affirmed with a grin.

A/N: The song used in this chapter is "Sweet Creature" by Harry Styles.