A/N- I don't intend for this to sound conceited (though I know I am, everyone tells me so and I fully agree) but I really want an artist to get inspired by one of my stories and draw it. So any deviantart people out there who wanna make my year, that would be the way. Seriously, I will love you forever and always. So... please? It can be any story, I'm not picky! (I'm making puppy dog eyes at the computer, if that helps...)
"You aren't helping, you know."
"I'm sorry," Blaine grumbled as he scanned Kurt's English essay. "I didn't realize that giving up my Friday night to edit your FIVE PAGE paper was unhelpful. I'll stop if you'd like."
Kurt sighed and dropped his head to his hands, rubbing his heavy eyes. "Sorry. I'll shut up." He gave Blaine's arm a quick squeeze before returning to his notes. "You've been very helpful. It's just been a long night."
Blaine glanced down at his watch, just now realizing that it was far past midnight. It had indeed been a long night. Blaine continued to look over Kurt's paper while he studied for a test on Monday. As Blaine worked, he noticed Kurt's breathing begin to slow, his head drooping lower and lower before jerking back up with a sharp inhale. When Blaine finally finished making corrections, Kurt was asleep on his desk.
Blaine sighed. Tired as he was, he had been waiting for Kurt to nod off first. The Warbler climbed sluggishly out of his chair and over to Kurt's bed, pulling back the sheet dragging across the floor. The boy hadn't realized that his hiding spot was terrible, and Kurt had continued to slide the book under his bed when he had company.
Blaine thumbed through the pages and found a chapter where the main characters were trapped in a snowstorm. Cheesy, yes, but cute nonetheless. Blaine read a small passage, finding what he was looking for.
She shivered under the thin sheets, the cloth barely shielding the cold. He felt compelled to lay against the contours of her body for warmth.
Blaine hid the book again and walked over to the sleeping Kurt. Blaine was fairly strong, and Kurt didn't seem too heavy. He scooped up the countertenor and carried him to the bed, setting him down gently. Kurt was so tired that he didn't stir once. Blaine climbed in bed and laid behind him, pulling their bodies as close together as he could. He threw one arm over Kurt's torso and ran the other underneath, not caring if he would lose the feeling in it soon enough.
Blaine held Kurt tightly, and those blue eyes opened for an instant. "Mmmm... I've always wanted to be the little spoon." Blaine's heart melted as Kurt snuggled closer, his quiet breathing lulling the dark-haired boy to sleep.
Kurt had never woken up feeling so comfortable. He was surrounded by warmth, his fingers intertwined in Blaine's and soft lips blowing hot air on the back of his neck- wait a minute. Kurt's eyes shot open to examine the scene before him. The last thing he could remember was studying, and he thought he had dreamed of Blaine carrying him and pulling him close. That had to have been a dream, right? He rolled over and let out a small gasp.
There was Blaine, eyes half lidded and a goofy smile on his face. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Kurt said in a confused tone. "Did- did you sleep here?"
"Yeah, I wasn't sure if I could make it back to my dorm." He was lying through his teeth, but Kurt seemed too dazed to notice. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, of course not." Kurt was very aware of how close their faces were and the fact that Blaine's arms were still wrapped tightly around his body. "I hope you slept well, at least. I know there isn't much room in here."
"Trust me, I slept fine." His grip tightened a little, pulling Kurt even closer. Their foreheads were nearly pressed together, and their noses kept brushing. Kurt had the urge to laugh nervously, but didn't want to open his mouth much. Oh my Gucci, what if I have morning breath? Kurt quickly rolled so that his back was to Blaine, trying to avoid any disgusted looks Blaine might give him at the stench of his breath.
On his side, Kurt couldn't see Blaine frowning. Again? Really? Blaine thought, annoyed. Can I not win here?
"Oh, look at the time!" Kurt shot out of bed. "I don't want to be late for class."
"Uh... Kurt? It's Saturday." Blaine watched Kurt blush, muttering an excuse for his confusion. "Look, why don't you just come back to bed?" It was worth a try at this point. Blaine still had a shot today.
"That sounds lovely." It really did. Nothing would be better than to climb back into Blaine's arms and sleep the day away; Kurt just had something to do first. "Let me use the bathroom and I'll come right back." He scurried off and locked the bathroom door behind him, loading his toothbrush with minty paste and brushing his teeth as fast as humanly possible.