Blaine pulled into Kurt's driveway on a frigid winter night. He was going to surprise Kurt with the cookies he had just made. They had both been busy for the past few days, and Blaine just needed an excuse to drive over to Kurt's house and see him. He rang the doorbell and Carole came to the door.
"Blaine! What a nice surprise!" she said.
"Hi Carole. Is Kurt home?" he asked.
"He's up in his room. If you go up right now, I think you can catch him before he goes to sleep," she said.
Blaine scampered up the stairs and knocked on the door to Kurt's room. "Surprise!" he yelled through the door.
He heard a great commotion from within. "Just a minute," Kurt yelled. There was more commotion. "Ow!" Kurt yelled.
Blaine flung the door open. "Are you alr…" Blaine began, but he stopped in amazement.
Kurt was wearing full body, tiger-striped, footie pajamas. "I can explain," Kurt said defensively.
"Please do," Blaine said, starting to laugh.
Kurt glared at him. "Stop laughing. The heat in my room isn't working well and I was cold. They were a gag gift, but they're really warm," Kurt whined.
Blaine looked around. The bed was unmade, but piled high with blankets. The front to the heater was taken apart, clearly in the middle of being fixed. And Blaine was starting to get chilly himself. "Well then, do you need a cuddle buddy?" Blaine asked.
"Can we cuddle and have cookies?"
Blaine laughed. "Of course," he replied. He climbed into bed with Kurt and started to nibble on a cookie, but his nose got cold too fast and he buried it in Kurt's fuzzy shoulder. "You are warm," he said.
Kurt smiled and put his arm around Blaine. They spent the night catching up, snuggled together, toasty and happy.