A/N: Drabble scene from Blaine's visit that couldn't be successfully integrated into it.
It was mid-morning on Sunday, and Kurt resisted the urge to sigh as he looked at the clock. It was almost eleven and Blaine had to leave by three to ensure that he got back to New York in time. Kurt nuzzled a bit against his thigh, closing his eyes. He made a soft, pleased sound when one of Blaine's hands dropped on top of his head before running gently through his hair, tugging on bits occasionally.
"I hope that book is sufficiently boring," Kurt murmured eventually, drawing a laugh from his boyfriend.
"I've got two pages to finish the chapter. I'm just glad I remembered I needed to read this. I would have been unprepared for my group discussion in the morning."
"Should have hid the Kindle."
"You're cranky when I'm ignoring you."
"Very," he answered with a pout, "now hurry up so I can have all the attention I deserve."
"You have the soul of a cat," Blaine pointed out, before quieting.
Kurt, as he inevitably did when he had idle moments, turned his attention to his hand, amusing himself by the feats he could now manage, wiggling his fingers, clenching his hand into a fist, and even managing to bend his wrist a bit.
"You are reading those two pages very slowly," he said eventually.
"I finished a while ago."
Blaine's voice had an odd quality to it that caused Kurt to turn a bit so he could look up into Blaine's face. Blaine's eyes were drawn to his hand, with fingers still absentmindedly twitching.
"I've gotten a lot more control now," Kurt said, reluctantly raising his head off Blaine's lap, moving so they were facing each other. "Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"Hold my wrist and then put my hand against your jaw line."
"Oddly specific instructions," Blaine pointed out, before chuckling when Kurt stuck his tongue out at him.
"Do it."
"Yes sir," he quipped.
Kurt watched with slight amusement as Blaine carefully lifted his hand, pressing it gently in the spot Kurt indicated. "Close your eyes now." Once he did, Kurt started to run his fingers up and down against Blaine's cheek, his own eyes falling close to increase his sensitivity.
"Your skin is soft," he whispered, "but you need to shave."
"You like my stubble."
"Hush you, don't interrupt me."
Kurt's searching fingers crept up higher, and, Blaine's grip on his wrist adjusted to allow for the movement. Kurt carefully ghosted over Blaine's eyelashes, long, curved and thick and up to his triangular eyebrows, a bit coarser. He reached down to run a line down Blaine's nose, giggling when a finger mistaken reached a bit up his nose. He lingered longest on Blaine's mouth, his perfect, perfect mouth. He drew a line over his top lip, and tapped gently against his bottom lip for a moment.
"Blaine!" he gasped out, before laughing as Blaine parted his lips and chomped gently at the end of his finger. Opening his eyes, he met Blaine's amused gaze. He sucked on the digit for a moment before releasing it, and then carefully lowered Kurt's hand.
"I am very proud of you."
"I am very proud of me too."