One minute they were sat side by side on the bed, Blaine watching TV and Kurt on the laptop shopping online for Christmas presents, when a sudden loud snore sounded round the room. Kurt jumped, his hand jerking on the mouse and almost ordering a life sized poster of Justin Bieber, which he was sure Finn would have loved to unwrap on Christmas morning. Turning to the side, Kurt found Blaine fast asleep, still sat stiff as a board with his mouth wide open. Kurt sighed.

"Blaine baby, this is getting ridiculous."

Blaine twitched in his sleep. "Wh-what?" he mumbled. He sat up, digging his knuckles hard in to his eyeballs. Then suddenly he jumped off the bed. "Oh my God. How long was I asleep for? Did I miss rehearsals? Did I-"

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled, feeling that it was the only way to get through to his bumbling fiance.

"My head hurts," Blaine complained in an adorably child like tone.

Kurt sighed. "Stay here tonight, please. Don't go to rehearsals."

"I can't," Blaine argued. "Opening night is two days away, Kurt. I need to be perfect."

"You already know every word and move in the whole damn show! The others as well as yours," Kurt reasoned in exasperation.

Blaine crawled on to the bed, kneeling before Kurt and planting a kiss on his lips. "I really, really don't want to mess this up. You haven't seen me in the past few rehearsals, I forget more lines than I remember. I just..." Blaine paused. "Remember what you said to me all of those years ago at McKinley, after West Side Story? You told me that I took your breath away. I want to make you proud again, Kurt. I want you to watch me on that stage and think Yes, this is the man I want to marry."

"Blaine," Kurt said firmly. "You could decide to drive a garbage truck and I'd still be overwhelmingly proud to be with you. And for the record I cannot waitto be Mr Hummel-Anderson."

"You really mean that?" Blaine asked, his hazel eyes masked with uncertainty.

"Yes." Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead. "Yes." His nose. "Yes." His lips.

"I suppose..." Blaine began slowly. "I suppose the others don't really need me tonight."

Kurt grinned in relief. "You phone the theatre and fake a cold. I'll grab you an aspirin for your head, run you a bath, and we can get you to bed."

"Can I have a cup of tea too?" Blaine asked hopefully. "Two sugars with extra cream?"

Kurt pretended to sigh. "Oh Mr Anderson, you do know how to push it."

Blaine swatted him as he jumped off the bed, and Kurt carried on grinning all the to the kitchen. He fetched the aspirin and tea, and when he returned to the bedroom Blaine was curled up around a pillow, his eyes drooping as he attempted to watch TV. Kurt bit his lip. "Maybe we should just leave the bath until morning. You look exhausted, baby," he said.

Blaine yawned loudly. "I am. God I didn't even realise it until now."

Kurt passed over the tea cup and aspirin, then sat down beside Blaine on the bed. Blaine took his time drinking the tea, then he switched off the TV and the both of them laid down. "Can I be the little spoon?" Blaine asked.

Kurt felt the warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach which only Blaine could induce. God, did he realise how adorable he was sometimes?

He pulled Blaine in to his arms, nuzzling the back of his neck. "Oh, and Kurt?" Blaine piped up.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Kurt yawned. He wasn't the only one ready to sleep.

"Will you play with my hair until I fall asleep?" Blaine pleaded.

Kurt smiled, and Blaine shuddered as the motion tickled his neck.

"Yes, of course," Kurt replied.

"You're so good to me," Blaine mumbled. Kurt's fingers began to dance through the other mans raven black curls. Blaine closed his eyes and in minutes was asleep. Kurt closed his eyes too.

It had been so long since he had held Blaine in his arms while they slept, since they had fallen asleep together at all. He had become accustomed to Blaine flopping in to bed beside him at three in the morning recently, and to be together this way felt so, so...

Kurt fought off another yawn. He'd think of the right word tomorrow.

I wonder where I got the idea for this fic from, hm? Reviews are appreciated.