This prompt is from Strangeangelsxx, who I am still so grateful to for giving me so many prompts!

Blaine has been cramming for finals for days, and so Kurt (who is back at McKinley for this one) decides to bring him a care package. Blaine finds his favourite colour of Gatorade and decides he loves Kurt.

When I got this prompt I was, to be honest, not that excited about it. After writing it, I have completely changed my mind! I had a great time with this. I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it.

Finals

Kurt propped his chin in his hand, shifting so that he was more comfortably sprawled on his stomach across Blaine's bed, and crossed his ankles in the air, surveying the uncharacteristic disorder of Blaine's room. There were dog-eared papers spread out over the entire surface of Blaine's desk, and his books - usually in alphabetized rows on the bookshelf - were scattered on the floor in tall, disorderly stacks that Kurt had had to step over to navigate his way to the bed.

Blaine groaned loudly, and Kurt's eyes flicked over to watch sympathetically as Blaine shoved his hands roughly through his already wild curls of hair and dropped his head onto the desk with a soft thump. "I can't stand this," he moaned, his arms up over his head and his fingers still tangled in his hair.

Kurt chuckled lightly and remarked quietly, "I'm glad I transferred back to McKinley before finals."

Blaine raised his head long enough to glare witheringly at Kurt, and then dropped his head back down. "Shut up," he mumbled. "I hate finals."

"I know," Kurt smiled. He stood up, the bedsprings creaking slightly underneath him, and made his way through the cluttered floor to Blaine, bending over to give him a kiss on the top of his head. "You need to take a break."

"I can't," Blaine said, looking up at Kurt. "We can't all be born knowing the date of every battle that ever happened like you apparently were."

Kurt surveyed the dark shadows under Blaine's eyes. Along with the un-gelled hair and the threadbare Dalton sweatshirt he wore, they made Blaine look so different from his usual dapper, full-of-sunshine self. "You don't want to fall asleep during your actual finals, do you?"

Blaine sighed and mumbled, "I guess not." He reached up and trapped Kurt's fingers, which had been gently running through his hair, stilling them. "Stop that, you'll put me to sleep."

"That's what I want, you seriously need it. Come on." When Blaine didn't move, Kurt sighed and tugged lightly on Blaine's hand, coaxing. "At least lie down with me. I'll quiz you on whatever you want."

Blaine stood and allowed himself to be led to the bed. Kurt sat against the wooden headboard and let Blaine lean against him, pulling Blaine close to his chest and draping his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders. "What do you want to study?" Kurt whispered into Blaine's hair.

"Nineteenth century history."

"Okay... Which president ordered soldiers to start the Battle of Tippecanoe?"

There was a long pause, and then Blaine sighed, "I don't know."

Kurt grinned. "That's easy. James Madison. Madison got mad because they tipped the canoe."

Blaine squirmed around to look up at Kurt, pressing his lips together as if he was trying very hard not to laugh. "That's your mnemonic?" he asked incredulously.

"Are you ever going to forget it again?" Kurt listened smugly to Blaine's silence and answered, "That's what I thought."

Blaine tipped his head back against Kurt's chest, and Kurt rested his chin lightly against it, breathing in the smell of shampoo and a light hint of aftershave and the distinctive smell that was only Blaine. An instant later than what would be a normal reaction time, Blaine mumbled sleepily, "That's the problem with history."

"What is?" Kurt asked, his voice amused.

"Everyone's always all mad. That's why I can't get any of it straight."

Kurt's chest quivered with silent laughter, and Blaine's voice, slower and less distinct, floated up, "Stop laughing at me. I know you are even if I can't see you."

Kurt leaned forward to see that Blaine's eyes were closed, his long eyelashes dark against the soft, smooth skin of his cheek. "Okay," Kurt agreed.

"Wha'?" Blaine slurred sleepily.

"Nothing," Kurt smiled, pressing Blaine's head closer to his chest. "You be quiet. I love you."

"Me too," came Blaine's soft answer, and a few moments later there were only Blaine's light snores filling the warm silence in the room.

An hour and a half later, Kurt looked down as Blaine suddenly jerked awake in his arms, his body tensing as he tried to sit up against Kurt. "Did I fall asleep?" he asked, looking around wildly before he turned far enough to lock eyes with Kurt.

Kurt chuckled and gently pushed Blaine's shoulders back down into a more relaxed position. "It's okay, it's only four-thirty."

"Oh my gosh, I did fall asleep! I fell asleep on you!" he said, sitting back up and turning to face Kurt despite Kurt's hands trying to smooth him back down. "And now your nice shirt's all wrinkled, and I called you over here because I've been too busy to go out much, but then I just studied the whole time and fell asleep! Kurt, I'm so sorry, you just wasted your whole afternoon -"

Kurt, not knowing how else to stop to torrent of words, leaned forward and kissed Blaine, effectively silencing him as the rest of Blaine's apology got lost between their lips. "Don't you dare say sorry again for letting me spend the afternoon with a very handsome gentleman asleep next to me." Kurt raised his eyebrows, waiting for Blaine to protest, and when he didn't, Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead, grinning triumphantly. "I'd love to stay and let you fall back asleep, but I can't be late for another Friday night dinner."

Blaine was getting up to walk Kurt to the door when Kurt stopped him by holding up a finger and reached down behind the bed to produce a basket with a red ribbon tied around the handle. "What's that?" Blaine asked, surprised.

"It's for you, to remind you not to work too hard after I leave."

Blaine sat cross-legged on the bed and bent over the parcel, lifting out each object carefully, smiling at the package of Red Vines and appreciatively sniffing the Earl Grey tea bags, but pausing when he came to the red bottle of Gatorade. He looked up at Kurt then, eyes shinning happily. "You remembered! It's my favorite."

Kurt smiled, secretly happy and proud that little details like that could make Blaine so pleased. "I still don't understand why you'd want to load up your body with that colored rubbish, but I do know what you like."

"I love you," Blaine sighed, pulling Kurt into a hug and nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck. "Thank you for knowing me so well."

"Anytime," Kurt breathed, wrapping his arms around Blaine and inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes and held on a moment longer, pretending that he need never let go.

I know the history stuff is super-cheesy, but I was studying for my own History class right before I wrote this, and I couldn't help but throw it in there. I guess it's not so canon now that we've seen all the history books and globes in Blaine's room in the Michael episode, but I was too lazy to change it.

I have a question for everyone: is it boring when I write about episodes from a really long time ago? I can't seem to put out any episode-centered stories in a timely fashion, so I don't know if I should attempt them at all.

A special thanks to Sebtana for her very kind review. It made my day.

Keep the prompts and reviews coming, everyone! Y'all are my teenage dream.

And yes, I'm in a ridiculously cheesy mood today. ;)