A/N: This came out of nowhere, but it needed to be written. I feel a lot better now. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?
Blaine woke up a few hours later to a dimly lit room with Kurt pressed close against his side. He was disoriented, he couldn’t remember what day it was, let alone the time. The sky outside was a dark grey, the sun having just set, and it was starting to get cool with the window open.
He looked down at Kurt, head laid on his chest, smiling in his sleep. He was so lucky to have someone like Kurt in his life, it was something he often took for granted, but after today, he never would again. There’s no way to know what he would have done today without Kurt, but he’s glad he’ll never know.
Blaine slid out of bed, careful to leave Kurt sleeping, and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, it really had been a rough weekend for him, and it showed. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put on deodorant, and felt a lot more human because of it.
He checked the time on the way back to his room, it was only five thirty. They still had time to enjoy the evening. He crawled onto the bed, leaning over Kurt’s sleeping form, “Hey, Kurt,” he whispered, “Wake up,” he kissed his neck softly. Kurt gave a little moan, and Blaine grinned, kissing a trail up his neck to his chin, “Kuuuuurt, wake up,”
Kurt opened his eyes slowly, a grin already on his face, “What do you want, Blaine?”
“It’s only five thirty. I was just thinking, we still have the rest of the evening. We could spend it in bed, but I’ve kind of been here a lot this weekend… so…”
Kurt’s face softened at that, “Sure. What do you want to do?”
“We could watch a movie, I think we have popcorn.”
They set themselves up on the couch, cuddled together, a bucket of popcorn between them. It wasn’t perfect yet, Blaine was still quiet, still gripped Kurt’s hand like he was afraid to let go, still laid his head on Kurt’s shoulder, too tired to hold it up himself, but it was something.
The movie was a cheesy romance, one of their favorites that they’ve seen about a hundred times together. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was their sides touching close together, the way Blaine whispered along with the sappiest parts, the way Kurt complained (every time) about the girl’s mother being so selfish.
It was routine, it was familiar, and it was them, through and through.
Blaine felt the heavy feelings in his heart shift, and somehow, he felt lighter. It wasn’t completely gone, but it was better, and that’s all he could hope for. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Kurt’s cheek, “I love you,”
“I love you, too,”
“Thank you,” Blaine settled back on Kurt’s shoulder, sighed, and felt the world shift back into place.