Klaine, 1900 words, A03.
Part of a series of canon compliant “Season 7” ficlets that look at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.
Kurt tugged at his blanket, trying to find a corner to pull up over his shoulder. It was hopelessly tangled, and he was cold, but he really didn’t want to wake up enough to straighten everything out. He turned over, reaching for Blaine – a sure source of heat – but he wasn’t there.
Kurt squinted one eye open, looking for his husband. Although their shades and curtains were drawn, the lights of the city street outside their window filtered in, giving him enough of a view of their cozy bedroom to confirm Blaine’s absence. Kurt considered just rolling over and going back to sleep, but it wasn’t like Blaine to be up in the middle of the night – that was generally Kurt’s domain.
He rolled out of bed, pulling on the first sweatshirt he could find. If it happened to be the new NYU one he had bought Blaine for Christmas, heavy and soft and smelling comfortingly like Blaine, so much the better.
He found Blaine sitting on the floor in their living room, his laptop open on the coffee table in front of him and papers spread all around. His eyes were closed, and with his oversized headphones on, Kurt knew he probably didn’t even realize anyone else was in the room. Kurt chuckled to himself at the way Blaine’s curls poked out around his headphones, and sat down gently next to him on the floor.