So, in practically all the Klaine fics I've read about the pair watching scary movies, Kurt always seems to be the one that's afraid. So I decided to make Blaine the scaredy-cat. Enjoy, lovelies.

[You don't want me to own Glee. The scripts would never be finished on time.]

Hold Me

"AHH! Shit, Kurt!" Blaine cowered underneath his blankets. Kurt smirked beside him.

"Blaine, this movie isn't even that scary." He rolled his eyes. "We're only watching Signs!"

"Whatever!" Blaine protested. "Kurt, there was a hand underneath that door. An alien hand!" He ducked his head back under his shelter of blankets as Kurt chuckled. "This isn't funny!"

Kurt shook his head, bemused. "How come you can watch Saw and not bat an eye, but this scares the living crap out of you?"

"Because, I'm afraid of the unknown," Blaine mumbled through his fingers. His hands were pressed against his face, fingers spread apart. "Oh god, scary music. Scary music means something bad is gonna happen. Oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Oh, don't worry Blaine," he said mockingly. "Kurt will protect you from the scary music." He let out a squeak of surprise when Blaine jumped into his lap, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He sat there for a moment, too shocked to move. Blaine was sitting in his lap. His absolutely perfect friend that he just so happened to have a little, tiny, major crush on was sitting in his lap.

Well. That was new.

Blaine gasped at the screen and Kurt hurriedly rubbed his back in what he hoped was a soothing gesture.

"Tell me when it's over," he whimpered, tightening his hold around Kurt's neck. Kurt just shushed him, continuing to massage gentle circles into his back. He felt Blaine relax into his touch, loosening his arms a bit and resting his head on his shoulder. He could feel his hot breath on the side of his throat. He gulped. Blaine was so close.

He reached blindly for the remote, finally finding it and flicking the T.V. off. Blaine looked up at him, flushing in embarrassment. He tried to get off his lap, but Kurt held him there.

"It's okay, I don't mind," he said simply. Blaine gave him a grateful look and put his head back down. They stayed like that for a while. Not talking. Just holding each other. It was Blaine who finally broke the comfortable silence.

"My mom used to hold me like this when I got scared. When I was little."

Kurt sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. "Way to kill the mood," he muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING YO KISS, DIDN'T YOU? MWUAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so evil. :D