A/N: Not quite sure what this is. Class got cancelled and I got inspired by a gif is my only explanation for this puppy. First draft (I suppose) of this is posted on my tumblr. But yeah hi my fellow Klainers : ) I hope you enjoy!
Kurt falters in the space between sleep and consciousness, half drowning in a dream of cuddling with Blaine in some sort of meadow somewhere. He finds himself smiling and blinks himself awake, only to find that a good portion of his dream was true.
For a few moments, he allows his eyes to linger on the boy in his bed. Blaine Anderson, lashes fanned out across his cheeks and lovely, steady, real, right in front of him. Blaine had an arm around Kurt's shoulder, which pulls Kurt closer as Kurt tries to move.
"Stay here," says Blaine in almost a whisper.
"Blaine, love, are you awake?" Kurt murmurs, managing to shift himself away. Blaine tries to keep him close, but ends up rolling over onto the pillow, his face crushed into the softness. Kurt stifles a giggle. Blaine is clearly asleep again, and Kurt sits up against the headboard, brushing his thumb against Blaine's cheek. Blaine moves to the touch, sighing delightedly and smiling softly.
"Blaine," says Kurt as he pulls his hand away, "you should probably wake up."
Blaine lifts his face from Kurt's pillow. "Huppfrumuh?"
"Eloquent," replies Kurt with a grin. "Blaine, it's two in the morning. You need to get home."
Blaine, still mostly asleep, cuddles up next to Kurt again and throws an arm around his waist. "No," he mumbles, "comfy. Warm. You."
Kurt smiles, the happy fire in his heart growing larger, and runs his fingers through Blaine's - for once - ungelled hair. "Honey, I don't think you get it. We have school tomorrow. It's 2am on a Monday."
"Can't I just sleep here?" he mutters, turning his face into Kurt's side and pressing a kiss to the soft skin of Kurt's ribs. "Don't wanna sleep alone."
Kurt looks to the door, closed tightly, then back towards the boy drifting off to sleep next to him. "You are so lucky my dad and Carole are out preparing a meeting for the press."
Blaine rolls off of Kurt, the blanket covering him falling down to his waist. "Yep," he groans, stretching and accidentally hitting Kurt in the arm. "And lucky to have you."
"Want some wine with that cheese?" Kurt asks, grinning down at Blaine. The moment changes as the two of them look into each other's eyes intensely. Kurt clears his throat and rolls over to Blaine, beginning to trail his fingers along Blaine's chest.
"You're barely going to sleep," mentions Kurt offhandedly.
Blaine lifts his head ever so slightly, looking at Kurt. "Why not?"
Kurt's smile moves from soft and sweet to hungry and full of desire. "Do you really expect me to let you in my bed all night and not take advantage of it?"
Blaine smiles and goes to respond, but Kurt's lips catch his before he can say anything more. It's a long time before anyone's eyes close.
Blaine falls asleep in Math class for forty minutes and Kurt zones out for fifteen minutes at Glee club, staring at Shue's hair.
They both agree, though: it was more than worth it.