I'm home! :D Yay for sleeping in my own bed, finally.

A huge thank you goes to The Amazing uepontiki (on tumblr) who let me use their "Blaine's New York Life" fanart series as an inspiration for this piece. You should check them out, they're awesome!

Blaine's New York Life

Blaine was frustrated.

He could be having very, very hot sex with his very, very hot fiancé, but no.

Instead, Santana forced him to sleep on the couch, claiming she had to get her "beauty sleep" and shouldn't be disturbed by the husbands to be.

Kurt told her she was rude and that she had no right to tell them what to do, but Blaine was always a little scared of her when she got mad, so he didn't comment.

And now he was lying on the couch all alone, the house silent and foreign and a bit scary. He tried to focus on the shapes the moonlight created on the wall, until they started to look like monsters and he shut his eyes quickly, his breath quickening.

He was just angry at this point. Why couldn't Santana understand he needed the comfort of his fiancé next to him after weeks and weeks of being apart?

His eyes opened without him allowing it, and the wall once again mocked him with its imaginary monsters.

"B? Are you alright in there?"

The whisper made him jump.

"Mmm."

Kurt walked around the couch to sit next to Blaine, fumbling in the darkness. Blaine noticed a mug carefully balanced in his hand. "I'm sorry about Santana. It's just until we move. And it's better than you living in the dorms."

Blaine sighed. "I know. It just sucks."

Kurt smiled a sad, sympathetic smile. "Well, I'm bearing gifts, if that makes it any better. Here's warm milk," he handed the mug to Blaine. "Drink it," he commanded. "I'll be back in a sec."

And off he went. Blaine carefully sipped from the mug, finding the milk at just the right temperature; he felt it warming his chest and stomach, comforting.

Kurt came back into the room, and Blaine looked up just before a big pillow was shoved into his lap. "What-" he frowned at the pillow until he realized it had an arm. "Oh."

"Blaine, meet Bruce," Kurt grinned.

"O…kay?"

"He helped me sleep better when…" A shadow of a heartbroken expression appeared on Kurt's face, as quickly and terrifyingly as the shadows on the wall; it passed just as swiftly as it came. "He helped me sleep when you weren't around, and I thought tonight you could you use his cuddles."

Blaine looked from Kurt's face to the pillow- Bruce- to the mug, and couldn't help smiling. "Thank you, honey."

Kurt kissed him sweetly, nuzzling his cheek. They breathed each other in quietly, eyes fluttering closed for a long moment. When they opened again, Kurt's were bright enough to scare all the shadows away from Blaine's. "You're very, very welcome."

Also thank you to the warm milk I drank while writing this.

Also, it's really late and I'm really tired, I don't even know what my feelings were doing with this drabble. It just sort of ran away from me.