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.

“I know.”

sleep deprevation causes one to write snl/klaine crossover fics

i’m not kidding

this is what this is

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I woke up this morning with the acoustic version of Teenage Dream playing in my head and I almost burst out crying

I’m thinking this will be me next Friday morning, too, except then I actually will cry