Kurt plopped down in a chair in a café. He was exhausted.
Blaine was supposed to be meeting him there for a coffee date.
Kurt had to force himself to stay awake, and he had almost dozed off when Blaine plopped down in front of him.
"I'm exhausted," Blaine said.
"Me too. Four hours of classes and then four hours of work is torture," Kurt said.
Blaine took his hand. "Do you want to go home? We can pick something up along the way," he asked.
Kurt was just spacing out.
"Kurt, why are your hands so dry?" Blaine asked. He knew Kurt must be exhausted if his fiancee didn't bother to moisturize.
"The professor made me go up to the blackboard and write. I had to use chalk. How nineties is that?" Kurt asked.
"I know how much you hate writing on the board, but that's no reason to take out your anger on the board itself," Blaine said.
Kurt glared at him. "I'm tired, give me a break," he said.
"Let's go home," Blaine said. He bought a few bagels from the café for dinner and linked arms with Kurt and walked outside. "Bagels for dinner never hurt, right?" Blaine asked.
"I don't care," Kurt mumbled. They rode the subway home and trudged up the stairs.
"I'll toast the bagels," Blaine said.
"Okay," Kurt said. He dragged himself to the bedroom.
Once the bagels were toasted, Blaine went to bring Kurt's to him. Instead of finding Kurt on his computer, which is what he expected, he found Kurt, shoes, coat and all, sound asleep. Blaine laughed quietly and gently pulled Kurt's shoes off and covered him with a blanket and curled up around him. Dinner could wait.