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Kurt’s got his head in Blaine’s lap, lying on the sofa with his feet dangling off the end. They’re both in pajamas and the clock is approaching midnight and Blaine can hear Kurt’s breathing relaxing over the rerun Project Runway they’re watching. Well, Blaine’s watching.
Blaine yawns, turns off the TV and maneuvers himself from under Kurt. He stretches, joints popping and yawning again before slipping his arms under Kurt’s body and lifting him up with a small groan.
“Carrying you to bed isn’t as easy as it was when we were in high school,” Blaine huffs, carrying Kurt to bed bridal style.
“Did you just call me fat?” Kurt mumbles, hooking hands around Blaine’s neck.
“Ow,” Blaine hisses when Kurt’s fingers dig into the back of his neck. Blaine shoves open the partially open bedroom door with his hip, closing it with his foot behind him and walking blindly through the dark room, plopping Kurt down on the bed. “And for the record, I didn’t call you fat. You’re just not 130 lbs anymore and I, for one, am grateful for it.” He gives the side of Kurt’s thigh a squeeze, and Kurt smiles, eyes still closed and on the verge of falling back to sleep.
“Sleep, Blaine,” Kurt teases, covering Blaine’s hand with his own.
“I know, babe,” Blaine says, giving the top of Kurt’s head a kiss and running a hand through his hair. He slides into bed next to him, feels Kurt pull him close and presses a kiss to the junction of his neck and shoulder.
“Love you,” Kurt murmurs against Blaine’s skin.
“Love you too,” Blaine whispers.