He pads over to his side of the bed, looking at Kurt expectantly when he sits down, waiting. Kurt rolls his eyes again, huffs out a put upon sigh as he turns onto his side, holding his arms open.
“Yay,” Blaine says quietly, turning his back to Kurt and scooting back into his arms, immediately linking their fingers on his stomach. “This is what I was going to pick.” Kurt hums acknowledgement into his hair, and Blaine feels his smile.
sleep deprevation causes one to write snl/klaine crossover fics
i’m not kidding
this is what this is
*uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu* im sorry but kurt’s annoyed pout imagine sfgdgfghjhj
I imagine in the mornings when Blaine goes to put the gel in, Kurt tries to stop him and takes the gel off him but then Blaine kisses him to distract him :DDDDD