Thanks for all your reviews guys! You are so kind! Sorry for the slow update today! I went and watched a game of indoor soccer (my brother plays) so I couldn't write! Anyway, I'm blowing off an assignment that I need to do and it's huge so after this chapter I'm starting it so my updates won't be as speedy! : (

Chapter 25: Stretched

With Warbler's practice, Cheerio's practice and his voice therapy which he still had to attend for another month before he was cleared, Kurt was starting to feel the pull. Also, add hanging out with his friends, all things Blaine (which Kurt was NOT complaining about) and Kurt was exhausted.
Kurt pushed past his tiredness and continued with what he was doing.

Kurt was strong and wouldn't let this get him. He was happy and enjoyed everything that he was involved in, even if it was physically exhausting.
Santana and Brittany would drive Kurt home after Cheerio's practice. Kurt had to practice often during the week to regain his flexibility and often he had to practice during lunch time at Dalton in the gym.

Blaine was sweet and would come with him, staring at him as he stretched out and practiced. Kurt would always blush and a shiver of pleasure would pass him. Sometimes the other Warbler's would join and practice flips with them. David and Kurt would practice back flips, round off's and front hand springs along the gym, getting impressed whistles from their friends.

Then classes would start and after school was Warbler's practice. Kurt had one free night in which he did most of his homework, working well into the night.
Blaine had started to notice the dark circles that were appearing under his boyfriends eyes. Blaine, trying to help him subtly, took Kurt on dates where they just relaxed in each other's arms but Kurt was still tired.

Kurt and Jeff's joint project was due soon so they could be seen hauled up in the library working on it. Both Blaine and Nick rarely had time to see their boyfriends these days.
One afternoon, Blaine was waiting for Kurt to come to Warbler's practice. He was one of the last ones to arrive, handing in an assignment and when Blaine got there Kurt still hadn't arrived. Blaine took a seat, making sure there was a spare one next to for Kurt.

The rest of them arrived and the council took their seats. Wes banged his gavel and looked around.
"Is everyone here?" Wes asked.
"Kurt's not," Blaine answered. Wes look confused.
"He didn't come with you?" David asked.
Blaine shook his head.
"Do you know where he is?" Wes asked and Blaine shook his head.

"He was in the library last I saw," Jeff said. "We were working on our project. I had to leave but he said he was just finishing some things up."
"We'll wait a minute," Wes said.
A minute turned into five and everyone was getting concerned.
"I'm just going to check if he's still there," Blaine said, standing up. "Maybe he lost track of time."

Blaine was out of the door before the council could speak and heading into the library. Blaine quietly made his way through the library, looking at all the tables, trying to find his boyfriend. Blaine made his way to the back of the library and looked around on the couches. Blaine gaze landed on the far couch and his expression softened.
Kurt was curled up on the couch, mouth parted as he slept.

His blazer was hanging over the arm of the couch and papers were scattered all around him.
His hand was curled up around his cheek, the other arm supporting his head.
Blaine went to Kurt and gently brushed some hair away from his face. Kurt didn't even shift, a testament about how tired he really was.
Blaine pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to Wes.

Kurt's asleep. I don't think he's too well so I'm going to take him home-B

Wes replied quickly.

OK, we'll go through dance moves that you will both need to catch up on-W

Blaine sent a quick message to Burt, telling him he would take Kurt home and pocketed his phone. He packed up Kurt's think neatly and put them in his bag. Blaine knelt beside Kurt and gently shook him.
"Kurt, babe, time to wake up," Blaine said softly. Kurt made an unintelligent noise but continued to sleep on.

"Kurt," Blaine tried again.
It took a moment, but Kurt's were starting to flutter open. Kurt was dazed and confused when he saw Blaine's face right in front.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a pet tiger," Kurt slurred with sleep.
"What?" Blaine asked confused. "I don't."
"But I petted it," Kurt said, still slurring.

"I think you had a dream babe," Blaine chuckled. "Time to go home."
"I fell asleep?" Kurt moaned.
"Yeah, but that's OK. I'm going to take you home," Blaine said.

He helped Kurt up and pulled him to his feet. Kurt swayed and Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and led him out to the car park. He got Kurt in his car and buckled him up, Kurt already half asleep again. Blaine got in the driver's side, buckled up and drove Kurt home. Kurt slept the whole way home but Blaine didn't mind. He had never seen Kurt like this. He was beautiful. He was so peaceful and angelic, looking younger then he really was.

"Blaine," Kurt sighed in his sleep and Blaine grinned. So Kurt dreamed of him. This sent a thrill down Blaine's spine.
"Blaine," Kurt sighed again and shifted in his seat. Blaine knew Kurt's neck would be stiff when he woke but he didn't have anything that could cushion him.

They arrived at the Hummel's and Blaine pulled up. Blaine got out and went around to Kurt's side of the car. He opened the door and caught Kurt before he could fall out. He unbuckled him and gently woke him up.
"Whatsgoinon?" Kurt mumbled.
"We're home," Blaine said, unable to keep the image of him and Kurt loving in their own apartment in New York out.

"OK," Kurt mumbled, eyes falling closed. "So'tired."
"I know babe," Blaine said, kissing his temple. "All we have to do is get you to the couch and you can keep sleeping."
"Carry me," Kurt yawned, resting his head on Blaine chest.
Blaine chuckled and easily scooped Kurt into his arms (the boy weighed nothing).

He shut the door with his hip and carried Kurt to the house, Kurt arms around his neck and his head resting on his shoulder. Blaine managed to open the door with a stroke of luck and carried Kurt in straight to the living room. He placed Kurt down on the couch carefully and put a cushion under his head. He draped a blanket over him and quickly hurried back to the car to grab their bags.

When Blaine came back in, Kurt was leaning on his elbow, looking around confused and calling his name.
"I'm here," Blaine said, hurrying to him.
"I thought you'd left," Kurt pouted adorably.

"No, I didn't leave," Blaine said. "Just grabbed our bags."
"Good," Kurt said, lying back down and snuggling into his pillow. "Come lie with me."
Blaine swallowed but sat on the couch next to Kurt and put Kurt's feet in his lap. Kurt made a noise of displeasure. He removed his feet, turned around and placed his head in Blaine's lap instead.

Blaine chuckled and stroked Kurt's hair and Kurt let out a contended sigh.
When Burt came home, he was greeted by the sight of his son asleep in his boyfriends lap, Blaine's hand in Kurt's hair, head thrown back and was fast asleep too.
Burt chuckled and allowed them to stay like that, but only for a bit. He snapped a quick picture, knowing the Carol was berate him later if he didn't and let them sleep.

He had seen how exhausted Kurt had been lately and knew he deserved a rest. Blaine did too. The next month was going to be long, what with both singing and cheerleading nationals on in New York. Burt had never been more prouder of his son and his boyfriend.

So I know this is much shorter than the other chapters but I was kind of stumped of how to direct it. Hope you enjoyed though and sorry for the slow updates that are to come. Please review!