Kurt hid behind the door to a closet, crouched in a small ball. What had started out as hitting Blaine with a pillow innocently had escalated into an all-out brawl. They were now both creeping throughout Kurt's house with their pillows, waiting for any signs of the other. Kurt heard the floorboards in the next room creak. Instead of creeping in stealthily, he ran in and bombarded Blaine with his pillow, hitting him over the head repeatedly.
Blaine laughed hysterically. "Stop! Stop!" he laughed.
Kurt stopped. "So you're giving up? I win?" he asked.
"Nope!" Blaine said, whacking Kurt upside the head.
Kurt bolted into the kitchen and behind the table. "You'll never catch me," Kurt taunted.
"I doubt that," Blaine said.
Kurt hopped up onto the table and charged at Blaine, jumping on him.
Blaine whacked him back, over and over, trying to get his revenge. "Climbing on furniture is my thing," Blaine yelled, laughing. Soon enough, they were both exhausted and laying on the floor, their pillows now very misshapen. "I'm so tired," Blaine said as he rolled over and cuddled up to Kurt.
Kurt kissed him on the top of the head. "Me too. But that was fun," he said. He didn't get a response. "Blaine?" he asked.
Blaine was now sound asleep, laying across Kurt's body.
Kurt smiled and tucked his pillow under his own head. He didn't fall asleep, but he enjoyed lying with Blaine as he rested.