If we've got pocket!Blaine… why not pocket!Kurt?
Contains some feels, some fluff, some laughs. Cute boys in love.
Rotten Egg
Kurt wakes up, and it's too hot. Way too hot. He tries to throw the blanket off himself, but his hand is just… too heavy. He opens his eyes slowly, but it doesn't make a difference- the room is completely dark. Ugh, why is he awake if it's dark?
He still feels inexplicably heavy, frowning at the uncomfortable feeling until he realizes it's simply the blanket covering him- but when he tries once again to move it, he can't.
"Kurt?" he hears Blaine's panicked voice. "Kurt, where are you?! Kurt!"
"I'm here," he says, kicking at the blanket- it just won't fall off. His muscles tire after a shamefully short moment, and he sighs, dropping his legs back onto the bed. "Can you, um, give me a hand?"
He hears Blaine grunt, then the blanket rustle, and then there's a hand on his. He grabs it without thinking, but then- "Blaine, is your hand my size? Oh my god, did you turn big again? This is wonderful-!"
Blaine grips his hand. "Not exactly. Um." The blanket rustles, and lifts off Kurt. "You can stand up now."
"Stand… up? What… oh." He gets up on his feet and realizes that, no, Blaine didn't get any bigger. It's him that got smaller. "You're contagious! You made me tiny!" he tears his hand from Blaine's, promptly falling back on his ass. "I can't believe this!"
"Hey, I didn't do it on purpose," says Blaine, sounding hurt. "I didn't know."
Kurt buries his head in his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was rude. It's not your fault. Can you help me, please?"
His eyes are a little bit more used to the darkness now, and he can see the outline of Blaine's hand reached towards him. He grabs it and stands up, wobbly on the soft mattress.
"How do we get out of here?"
Blaine squeezes his hand before letting go. "Lift your hands up, use them to support the blanket, and walk slowly so you don't fall."
Kurt obeys, following Blaine, and shortly finding himself out of the trap of the blanket, blinking at the bright room; it isn't night at all, but well into the morning. He sits down on his pillow and sighs.
"How do you… you know, handle being small?" asks Kurt when Blaine sits down next to him.
"Well, you usually help a lot-"
Kurt whimpers, and Blaine rubs his back.
"But we still have each other. And I'm sure Sam would help, if we needed to reach places. And you know what? We can go swimming in the sink together, and we can have a candle-campfire, and we can have normal sex again. It's not half bad, being little," Blaine smiles at him.
"Santana is going to piss herself laughing."
Blaine takes his hand, and that's when he notices his engagement ring grew smaller with him. Blaine seems to notice, too, and grins. "It's a part of you, it seems," he whispers. Kurt nods.
They sit quietly for a moment, until Kurt sighs and stands up. "We need to get Sam if we want to get out of bed without breaking a limb."
"Nah, I'll show you how to slide down the blanket to the floor. Come on, last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg!"