A/N: Adult!Klaine :D :D :D It was such good night for writing. Things are happening.

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Rating: G/K

Kurt sighed as Blaine tried to sneakily wriggle his toes under his leg.

"Blaine..." he said warningly, looking up from the book in his lap.

"Hmm?" Blaine asked, trying his hardest to look innocent.

Kurt glared at his foot.

"Could you not put your foot under me?"

"But my toes are cold!"

"Get a blanket."

"But you're closer! And waaarrrm." Blaine all but purred, wriggling his feet further under Kurt's legs, ignoring Kurt as he slapped at his legs.

"Blaine." Blaine looked up, frowning slightly. Kurt was using his 'don't mess with me' voice – the one that always meant trouble. Without complaining any further he grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch, curling his legs under it and away from Blaine.

Kurt sighed, looking back at his book. They sat in silence for another couple of minutes, Blaine glancing at Kurt hesitantly every now and then. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Kurt..?"

"What?" Kurt snapped at him. Blaine looked taken aback, hastily editing what he was going to say.

"..I'm going to go make myself a hot chocolate. Do you want one?"

Kurt sighed, almost visibly relaxing.

"Please."

Blaine nodded, standing up. He was almost out of the room when Kurt spoke again.

"With marshmallows?"

Blaine glanced back over his shoulder, smiling.

"Do I make it any other way?"

^.^

Blaine made his way back in a few minutes later, walking carefully with the two mugs of hot chocolate. He placed Kurt's on the coffee table in front of him, adding a spoon from his pocket, and sat back down just as carefully. They sipped at their drinks in silence for another few minutes before Blaine spoke up again, setting his cup down.

"..Kurt?" he asked quietly. Kurt sighed heavily, staring into his cup.

Blaine crept a little closer.

"Kurt? Are you okay?"

Kurt turned his head away, lifting a hand to rub at his face.

"Kurt, talk to me." Blaine said softly. There was a soft thud as Kurt put his cup down, and the next thing Blaine knew, he had his arms full of an overly emotional Kurt.

Blaine shifted, leaning back against the arm of the chair and stretching his legs out as Kurt clung to him. He let him cry, holding him close with one arm, and gently patting his back with the other.

When his sobs seemed to quiet, Blaine spoke again.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently, petting his hair.

"I'm just..." he sighed heavily, turning his face into Blaine's chest. "Stressed." He mumbled. "There's all this pressure, and I can't stop thinking about everything I still have to do, and I've been reading for an hour and I still don't know what's going on in my book – an hour Blaine!"

Blaine laughed a little.

"Kurt, it's Friday. You don't have to worry about any of that until Sunday night, at the earliest."

Kurt huffed into his chest, his grumbling becoming incoherent as Blaine dropped the blanket on top of him.

"Shush. Relax. Enjoy the weekend."

Kurt struggled with the blanket, finally managing to spread it out over them.

"But I can't." He said sadly.

Blaine kissed him gently.

"Shh, I'll read to you. Pass me your book?" he asked. Kurt obeyed with a sigh, snuggling further into Blaine as he flicked the book open at the bookmark, beginning at the top paragraph.

Halfway through the paragraph, Blaine was interrupted with a soft noise. He glanced down.

Kurt was fast asleep, pressed tight between his side and the back of the couch. He kissed the top of his head gently, going back to his book.

There'd be more than enough time in the morning.

A/N: I'm pretty sure this was an abandoned drabble from when both Claire and I still had classes. Or something. At least, I had classes. Blaine never seems to be stressed. I don't know why. I think it's because he barely has a stable character in Glee - have you seen his wardrobe lately? It went from amazing, to dorky and geeky, and now it's back to amazing. But I have my theories about Blaine...