About an hour later Kurt wakes up, his head feeling a little fuzzy from sleep and notices Blaine fast asleep in his arms. He could wake him for some movies and more cuddles but thinks back on it because he really could do with the rest.
He kisses into his hair and gingerly leaves the bed and walks across the room silently to open the door. Once he's out, he makes his way down the stairs to find both Burt and Carole wordlessly staring into their coffee cups at the dining room table.
They both look up, a little startled as they didn't hear him come in, and sees how tired he looks even though he just woke up from a nap. Burt pats the seat next to him, inviting him to sit and cuddle into his side. Kurt is grateful for the strong arm that encircles his shoulder and breathes in deeply the scent of coffee and motor oil. "Where'd she go?" He asks curiously.
"She left thinking Blaine wanted a little space, which I believe is true, and she left her phone number if we ever need it." Burt says a little robotically, his emotions running low after today's circumstances. He sighs heavily, closing his eyes while he puts his face into his sons chestnut hair.
Carole just continues to stare into her mug, exhausted but her mind won't stop working and thinking, replaying everything she's seen today. She feels a little bad for forgetting her own son today, but she knows he's a good enough kid to know that they all need a little space right now. She finally raises her eyes to look up at Kurt, "When are you back in New York?"
"Two days." Kurt says grimly, hating the thought of leaving his boyfriend in such a state, knowing he's the only one who can fix him. It makes his heart hurt.
They sigh collectively and Carole stands from the table and walks into the kitchen. Kurt pats his father's hand that is around his shoulders and makes to stand as well. Before he leaves Burt grabs his hands and gives it a squeeze, taking Kurt back to the day of his mother's funeral when he sought out comfort from the only parent he had left, and says, "He'll be okay..."
Kurt can see the hope and sincerity within his eyes and sighs a little, "I hope you're right..."
Kurt then disappears into the kitchen finding Carole over the stove making hot chocolate. He smiles at her and her motherly ways and walks over to the special mugs for him and Blaine seeing they've been cleaned from the coffee they had earlier. "Make sure Blaine's has..."
Carole clips in before he can really start his sentence, "Sugar in the mug first, the hot chocolate, then a splash of cold milk, then three marshmallows, two pink, one white, cream and chocolate shavings on top."
Kurt smiles and laughs a little, loving how she can recite it perfectly. "That boy is so specific with his hot drinks..."
That makes Carole laugh as well as she pours the hot chocolate into the mugs. Once the cream and chocolate shavings are put on top (extra chocolate for Blaine!) she puts the mugs on a little tray for Kurt to carry up the stairs.
Kurt kisses her cheek and hugs her whispering in her ear, "Thank you..." Carole knows that his words are a lot heavier than just the drinks.
He steps back and takes the tray, walking up the stairs into his room where he finds Blaine sitting upright with his shoulders hunched on the side of the bed. Kurt can see he is distressed about something so he puts the tray down on his desk and rushes over to sit beside him.
What he didn't expect to find was Blaine holding an old watch which he's sure he's never seen before but still recognises faintly.
Blaine sighs heavily and brings his eyes to face the ceiling trying to reign in his emotions, not really sure what to feel about it. "It's my father's watch, it's an Anderson family tradition to hand down the watch to your son and I was supposed to get it for my 18th birthday."
Kurt now realises that he's seen the watch on the wrist of Michael Anderson, he notices how used and mature the leather looks. "What do you want to do with it...?"
Blaine closes his eyes tightly, letting out a harsh breath between his teeth. "I don't know. I really don't know and I just don't want to think about it right now."
Kurt can see he's starting to get stressed again so takes the watch from his firm grip and walks over to his closet. "Let's not do anything just now, in case you regret it later, okay? I'll just put it in here." Kurt reaches up to the top shelf and pulls down a small box, which is filled with little knick knacks from their relationship. He opens the lid and slips the watch inside, out of sight, out of mind.
He puts it back on the high shelf and walks back to Blaine to pull him to sit against the headboard and grabs the hot chocolate from his desk. Handing over the hot chocolate, Blaine takes a long sip sighing contentedly at the sweet chocolaty taste. "Hmmmmm this is perfect babe. You are perfect."
He kisses Kurt's cheek which makes him smile brightly. "Don't thank me, thank Carole. She made it for you."
Warmth spreads through Blaine's body, and he knows it's not from the hot chocolate. He loves that Carole knows how to make it just the way he likes it. "Well she's perfect too."
Kurt laughs at this and puts his drink onto the nightstand to cuddle into Blaine's side. Blaine puts his arm around his shoulders automatically, and starts to play with his silky hair. He puts his drink down also on the nightstand and dips his finger in the cream scooping it up. He then takes his finger to dab the cream onto Kurt's pert little nose making him screech in indignation.
"Hey!" Kurt sits up and pins Blaine underneath him as he giggles away at the sight of Kurt with the cream still on his face. Kurt then starts to tickle down Blaine's sides and ribs, knowing his best tickle spots.
Blaine laughs loudly and tries his best to squirm away from Kurt's restless hands. "Ha! No Kurt please stop! I love you please stop! Aaaah!"
Kurt stops his hands and leans down to kiss Blaine full on the mouth, smudging the cream across the side of his nose and cheek. Blaine smiles into the kiss, loving the taste of chocolate and Kurt. "I love it when you laugh." Kurt says after he pulls back and stares into Blaine's hazel eyes with so much love and happiness.
Blaine smiles widely up at him and says with just as much love back, "I love when you make me laugh."
This sets off Kurt's giggles which in turns starts off Blaine again. Kurt falls onto the bed next to him still laughing unable to make it stop. "Oh my god our friends must hate how cheesy we are."
This causes Blaine to laugh a little louder and he turns to face Kurt on his side, stroking his cheek lovingly. "I wouldn't want it any other way..."
Kurt looks at him with a big smile, nuzzling into his touch. "Me neither." He sighs contentedly in the little world they have created where nothing else exists or matters.
They lie there staring into each other's eyes for a few minutes longer before Kurt gets up to pop in a DVD which will be ignored in favour of soft, lazy kisses and cuddling.
A little while later, Burt and Carole come up the stairs to check on the boys and to collect the mugs of hot chocolate. They are greeted with the most adorable sight.
Kurt and Blaine lay facing each other, feet tangled, arms wrapped around each other securely, their faces so close together with their lips pouted slightly, as if they feel asleep whilst kissing.
Both of their hearts warm at the display and turn off the TV and pick up the half-filled mugs of cold hot chocolate. They silently leave the room, shutting the door with a soft click.