A/N: I am on a ROLL. Haven't updated this puppy in ages, figured that my Klaine Brain was going a little ballistic, so I decided to post this on tumblr. And then I figured I'd post it up here too just to see the two different crowds of fans.

Love you, fellow Klainers! : )

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"KURT!" shouted Blaine as he walked into Kurt's room. His eyes were filled with hurt as Kurt noticed his entrance.

"B-Blaine?" Kurt asked, confused. "What did I do?"

"THAT!" Blaine said, sounding horrified and a bit betrayed. "Why would you do that to the Essential Calvin and Hobbes?"

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed. "And exactly what did I do to it, may I ask?" He put down the pencil he was working with and stood up from his desk chair.

"Well LOOK at it!" said Blaine, still looking disproportionately offended. "On the floor! The spine cracked!" Blaine paused himself with a gasp. "Kurt…" he said in barely a whisper as he kneeled down to pick it up off of the floor. "Kurt, you creased the page."

Kurt's eyebrows furrowed somehow even closer. "For the love of god, Blaine, it's just a book…"

"Not to me..." said Blaine absentmindedly, holding the book close to his chest. He pulled his knees up so he was sitting cross legged, and suddenly he looked younger than Kurt had ever seen him. Young and vulnerable.

Since Kurt hadn't seen a look like this on Blaine's face since that mishap with meeting his father a few weeks earlier in the supermarket, Kurt suddenly realized he had done something very, very wrong. "I'm…I'm sorry," said Kurt, sitting down next to Blaine. "I didn't know it was so important to you."

"It's a book, Kurt," he said, picking up the book carefully and absent mindedly smoothing away the corners of that had creased. The affection was clear on his face as Blaine looked down at the cover. "Well, a comic book, but still. It deserves at least a little respect."

"But it's just a book!" said Kurt, not understanding. I mean, if it was a McQueen scarf, he would understand, but it's just a comic book. Apparently this was the wrong answer. "I mean, I -"

"Books are important to me," said Blaine, shrugging. "To me, at least. And, come on, this is Calvin and Hobbes. Everyone loves Calvin and Hobbes."

Kurt apparently hesitated too long in responding with, "y-yeah, right. Everyone loves it," because Blaine's frown only deepend.

"You hated it, didn't you."

"It's not that I hated it!" said Kurt. "It's just…Not…My…Thing."

"That's okay," said Blaine, downtrodden.

"I did read it, though," said Kurt. "Well, some of it." He sighed. "Okay, fine, I read like two pages."

Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder. "I just sort of wanted you to like it."

"Why?" asked Kurt. Suddely a horrible thought crossed his mind. "Is this like my thing with Chicago? Will you not date anyone who doesn't like Calvin and Hubs -"

"Hobbes."

"Hobbes, yes, sorry." Kurt stood up and started pacing. "Oh, my god, Blaine, you hate me now…Oh, I'm so sorry." He threw himself into his desk chair. "I screwed up, didn't I?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I -"

"I shouldn't have put it on the ground, Blaine, I feel horrible," said Kurt, dropping his head into his hand. "I guess...Books haven't exactly meant that much to me, as books. The stories, of course," he said, running his hand through his hair, not even caring that he messed up the perfect style, "but the books themselves...They never were as important. And I should have liked Calvin and Hobbes." He looked at Blaine, only to find, suprisingly, that he was sitting there with the smallest of smiles on his lips. "Aren't you mad?" asked Kurt, confused by the smile.

"No," said Blaine, smile widening. "I just had hoped you would be interested in it. When I was little, before I knew exactly why I was different, well…I would read Calvin and Hobbes and feel better. They'd go on all these adventures and he never really fit in at school, but that's because he was in his own world. He didn't need other people. It made me feel less…Alone, I guess. I just hoped you would read it, and maybe understand what it meant."

Kurt's face fell from it's panic. "Oh," he said softly. For a few moments, Kurt watched Blaine sitting in the middle of his bed, until Blaine lifted his head up from the page he was on, hazel eyes boring into blue.

Blaine nodded. "I got that one when I was seven - it was the first one that my mother gave me. My dad used to try and bug me about reading it all the time but I was able to ignore it. Calvin and Hobbes was fun. I even got a stuffed tiger and had 'adventures' with it."

Kurt walked up to Blaine and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I didn't know," he began, pressing his forehead to Blaine's as he sat down next to him, "how important it was to you that I like it."

Blaine kissed Kurt lightly on the lips, and Kurt lowered himself onto the bed, Blaine following suit. "It's okay," breathed Blaine, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek, then wrapping an arm around Kurt's chest. For a few seconds they lay there, just holding each other. "It's just one of our differences, I guess," said Blaine, sighing. "I always knew there was something about you that wasn't perfect.

Kurt scoffed. "What are you talking about?" he said, pretending to be insulted. "Of course I'm perfect!"

Blaine poked Kurt in the ribs, leading to Kurt letting out a light laugh. "You've got to have some flaws - and this Calvin and Hobbes this has got to be one of many!"

"One of only a few," said Kurt. "Maybe I didn't read that right," said Kurt. "I'll give it another try."

Blaine nodded, and grinned. "You'd do that?"

Kurt nodded, holding Blaine closer. "Yeah, of course. It means a lot to you, which means I want it to mean something to me."

Blaine rolled over and pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips. "And," he murmured against Kurt's lips, "perhaps I'll try that cologne you like again."

Blaine took it as that they were both doing something right when Kurt rolled on top of him and began kissing the breath out of him.