THANK YOU SO MUCH everyone for your gorgeous comments and messages. You're all far too sweet.

I'm a sucker for quite a few things... one of which is a decent cuddle and snuggling is just about my favourite thing to write so I'm pleased my teeny taster made you all "awww" ... :D It's shameless fluff, I'm well aware but I mean, they're soooo teenage and old fashioned slow burn romance that I can hardly resist.

There are many more "little things" to come for our Kurt so I'm so happy you want me to carry on.

This one's for "Lemonade Mouth" because she's been so lovely leaving the sweetest messages and wanted to know what Blaine was thinking : )

I hope you enjoy this one... I'm in a Christmassy/cosy mood, can you tell? ; ) It's a little shorter than the others but the next chapter is longer and I PROMISE moves things on a little faster. NOT too fast though ... I don't like the thought of it being rushed. It's too precious.

Blaine never wanted to move. Ever. Kurt had fallen asleep almost immediately, his head laying gently on Blaine's shoulder and arm curled up against Blaine's chest. Doc was shouting to Marty to "go!" as the lightening was about to strike, David was sitting perched on the end of the couch punching the air, urging Marty to pile in the Flux capacitor. Wes wasn't so engrossed in the movie, instead choosing to glance at Blaine.

"He asleep?" Wes whispered from down on the floor as the other Warblers fell transfixed on the screen.

Blaine smiled and glanced down at Kurt's eyes, noticing there was a small contented smile on his face. "I guess so, he was pretty exhausted. Think it's been a big week."

Wes grinned and raised his eyebrows pointedly. "He looks happy."

Blaine's heart swelled and began to beat harder. "He's just tired Wes, he'd have fallen asleep on you if you were sitting here."

Wes laughed, his eyes rolling of their own accord. "Blaine dude you're either blind or stupid." At this moment, Kurt sniffed and frowned in his sleep, his arm curling closer to Blaine and his head sliding further down from Blaine's shoulder to his chest. It was intoxicating, the feeling of someone so close and so contented just being near that Blaine felt his breathing stutter. "You still think he'd have slept on me like that?" Wes asked with a shake of his head before smiling and turning back to see Marty zoom back into 1985.

Blaine chose this moment to look down at Kurt and think. It had been a long time since he'd let himself feel, well, anything for anyone. The last guy he'd become doe eyed for had, it transpired, only wanted a short time fling and Blaine, being more expectant, had refused to let himself be treated like that. The first guy was different. He was Blaine's first everything and his first heartbreak too. Their relationship wasn't particularly noteworthy, although Blaine had become starry eyed within seconds, letting himself fall hard and fast without a second thought. It wasn't, as he looked back now, sensible and certainly caused him to look at things with rose tinted glasses. Blaine had learned a lot from that relationship – mainly that not every guy who kisses the way Jack used to, is worth it, not every guy who says he likes you, truly means it. Jack had been the world to Blaine, Blaine was a temporary and fleeting spark in the grand scheme of things. Jack was out, proud and significantly intending on proving a point. Blaine now realised he had merely been a tool in that game, a puppy dog glad to be noticed and appreciated. He was wiser now and stronger from his experiences. He was so ready to experience everything that he'd watched his other friends go through. There hadn't been anyone special though, nobody that had caused Blaine to gasp, swoon, sigh, daydream and feel that ache in places you never thought existed. Yet.

Kurt was small and curved exactly to Blaine's side in a way that he could hardly believe. He knew they weren't different in height, not really, but Kurt was definitely softer and gentler, his hair swooped high on his head in a vintage-esque quiff, his skin as pale as snow and as completely flawless, his clothes so quirky and mesmerising... Blaine swallowed hard and tried to focus on the screen as the final scene played out, David intent on watching the Second in the series and starting an argument between the other boys. Blaine laughed as Wes stood in front of the TV, arms spread wide with a look of severe defiance.

"David, my friend, my buddy, my old chum ... put the DVD down and breathe."

David twitched, his hands curling protectively around his box set. "But-"

"But nothing David. But nothing."

"Anyone up for cake, I think Isla left us some," a kid shouted from across the room, referring to their famous and much beloved cook and general mother. A chorus of "yes" and "definitely" erupted as the entire set of guys exited the room. Blaine couldn't move, Kurt still snuggled tight against him. Wes smiled as he passed on his way out of the door.

"Don't worry prince charming, I'll bring you and the new kid a slice." He winked, closing the door behind him.

Blaine sighed, allowing himself to look at Kurt again. It was a hazard in itself. Every second spent in his presence was turning into some slow motion moment of beautiful realisation that niggled at his heart in his quieter moments. It was too fast, too overwhelming and too nice to be true. He'd known Kurt for only around a month and a half and he had vowed to take care of him as a fellow Dalton student and Warbler. None of which, he was sure, involved memorising every curve of his face of imagining what it'd be like to kiss his lips ... they were always so pouty and soft looking, he mentally noted... or thinking about how Kurt would like something or what Kurt would say. It was getting ridiculous and beyond teenage. He had to stop. He had to reign it in because the last thing Kurt needed was someone screwing with his already mangled brain and torturing him even more. Blaine decided, there and then, that he would never add to that.

Kurt squirmed, his hand sliding a little across Blaine's chest. Blaine's eyes were wide and comical as he sighed harshly and let his head fall onto the back of the couch. It was going to be harder, way harder, than he thought.

"Oh my god..." Kurt whispered, his arm pulling immediately back and into his own space, "I am so sorry." He glanced up under his eyelashes and pulled a face.

Blaine smiled, taking in Kurt's sleepy eyes and the slight imprint of the knit of the wool on his face. "It's ok, you were so tired."

Kurt cringed, his hand reaching up to check his hair. "That's no excuse for plastering myself all over you. I'm really sorry. I missed the movie too. Wow I am tragic."

Blaine laughed lightly. When it was just the two of them, it was easy and comfortable but there was always something extra, a charge of tension that cocooned them and made every word and every movement heightened so acutely. Kurt sat up further, smoothing down his clothes and rubbing his eyes. "I don't mind you know, you fell asleep pretty fast."

Kurt glanced sideways. "I should go, don't want you being teased for being my human pillow for the evening."

Blaine wanted to say that wasn't true, that nobody even cared and that, if they did, Blaine would make sure they damn well didn't in the future. The Warblers were cool guys despite their apparent pompousness. He wanted to tell Kurt that he didn't care what he was to him, that he'd gladly be his human pillow if he needed someone but it all sounded too cheesy and far too honest.

"Don't be crazy. I was glad to do it. Can't begrudge you sleep, not when you looked so peaceful."

"Oh god, did I ... did I snore?" Kurt asked, his head in his hands.

Blaine had to laugh, Kurt was rarely embarrassed, he had learned, but this was adorable.

"No you didn't snore, you certainly didn't drool and yes, you look cute when you sleep."

Kurt just stared, all wide eyed and spaced out. "I need to go die now."

Blaine watched as Kurt pulled the blue cushion from out behind him and began to leave.

"Hey, the guys are getting cake and probably our famous hot chocolate if you, erm, I mean if you wanted to stay. Nobody even realised you were asleep, I promise." Blaine could hear the awkwardness in his voice and wondered where the hell his ever-solid confidence had gone.

"Cake?" Kurt asked with a sparkle back in his eyes.

"Chocolate or Coffee, you decide," Blaine added with a smile as Kurt repositioned himself on the couch.

"You're mean. You can sense my weakness," Kurt groaned with a smirk, allowing himself to settle closer to Blaine than he had initially intended.

"Yea well you were just plastered all over me so I feel like we've crossed so many boundaries now," he joked, winking cheekily. It was fun finding his confidence again.

"I hate you," Kurt whined, pushing Blaine hard as the door swung open revealing a mountain of cakes and Warblers carrying an array of odd cups and plates. Blaine didn't even realise, his eyes still on Kurt.

"I'll remember your hatred the next time you're snuggled against me like that, shall I?"

Kurt could feel the pink hit his cheeks as they tingled from the heat. Next time.