AN: Okay, so this basically just some really short, filler fluff to get you through until I start writing the actual plot. Sorry it takes me so long to update. You see, as much as I love writing fanfics, writing screenplays is my first love, so this comes second :P But there WILL be a plot soon. Promise. And Kurt's mom isn't in this one, but she most definitely will be in the next.
Disclaimer: I don't want to own Glee. That kiss was PERFECTION.
When Kurt exited his bathroom, dressed in his pajamas, he heard a knock on his dorm-room door. Scrubbing a towel through his wet hair, the countertenor pulled it open to reveal his boyfriend, clad in his basketball sweatpants and a Gryffindor House T-shirt.
"Hey," Blaine greeted him. "You okay?"
Knowing that the senior was referring to his mini-freak out earlier, Kurt nodded sleepily and yawned.
"Just tired," he explained. "And you know how rude I can get when I'm running on no sleep." Blaine shut the door behind himself and put his arms around the smaller boy. Kurt leaned his head against the other's shoulder, the cotton of the T-shirt soft against his cheek and the scent of Blaine's ivory soap, laundry detergent, shampoo, and that Blaine smell invaded his brain as he inhaled.
The older boy ran his fingers through Kurt's still-drying hair, kissed his forehead, then slowly and carefully led him to his bed. The junior curled up underneath the covers as his boyfriend leaned down to push his bangs out of his face and kiss his cheek. When Kurt felt the body moving away, his eyes snapped open.
"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, scowling and opening his arms. Blaine smiled and joined him on the bed. He held Kurt close, resuming stroking his hair, loving the feel of it as much as the other.
"We're supposed to be in our own rooms on weeknights," Blaine whispered.
"Wes will cover for you," Kurt countered, holding his boyfriend tighter against him. Blaine chuckled and sighed in contentment before drifting off to sleep.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
I want your love and I want your revenge. You and me could write a bad romance…
For all Blaine knew, Lady Gaga was informing him that Kurt woke up excessively early; Five-thirty to be exact. The senior rolled over onto his stomach and stuffed his face into the pillow. The alarm finally shut up, and Blaine felt the mattress shift as Kurt climbed off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
While attempting to return to the wonderful world of slumber, Blaine was distracted by the sound of his boyfriends voice drifting though the bathroom door. So instead of going back to sleep, the Warbler rolled onto his back again and just listened.
"Funny how love is every song in every key…" the widely unknown Queen song was carried beautifully by the countertenor. Blaine was nearly being lulled to sleep by the sound of Kurt's voice when he heard the junior shut off the water. Kurt re-entered the room a minute later, and Blaine smiled.
"Now you're the one who's all wet," he said. "But didn't you just take a shower last night?"
"Yes," Kurt said, collecting a multitude of moisturizers off of the top of his dresser. "But if you'd seen my hair this morning you'd understand."
"Aww, I love your bed head though," Blaine teased, earning himself a glare.
"You're lucky you're cute," Kurt said as he walked back into the bathroom.
So, I spared you from my fangirly spasms earlier, but now? Not so much.
OH MY GOD THEY KISSED. THEY KISSED. THEY KISSED. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Criticism = Love
Love, Live, Sing