It was past midnight on a weekend. Blaine had fallen asleep on the couch watching some terrible movie. After rubbing his eyes and orienting himself, he started to gather his things and get ready to go to bed. He heard a commotion from the bedroom. It sounded like Kurt was trying to beat something to death, but it wasn't loud enough to be an attacker. He went into the bedroom to see what Kurt was doing.
He found Kurt at the computer desk, hitting the printer repeatedly, and swearing, all by lamplight.
"Kurt, what did our printer ever do to you?" Blaine asked.
"It's not funny. It's blinking and refusing to print my term paper," Kurt replied.
"It's after midnight. Come to bed," Blaine said.
Kurt gave him a look that said that this was not going to get resolved in the morning, but instead, right now.
Blaine sighed. "Let me look at it," he said. He pulled open the front panel. "It's just out of ink. Do you know how to change the cartridge?" Blaine asked.
Kurt stared at him blankly.
"Okay. That would be a no," Blaine said. He unwrapped the little plastic box and put it into the printer and tossed the old cartridge in the trash.
Kurt could then seamlessly print out his paper. "My hero," Kurt said, holding up the term paper.
"Now your hero is going to bed. Good night," Blaine said. He went to bed, but moments later, felt a pair of long arms wrap around him.
"I love you," Kurt whispered.
"I love you, too," Blaine mumbled before falling asleep.