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Blaine is asleep when Kurt gets home, and Kurt smiles a little as he enters their room and closes the door softly. They’re both at different points in the midst of their finals; Kurt, luckily, is pretty much done, but Blaine is in the thick of them right now. Kurt’s not surprised to see him asleep after his almost all-nighter last night.
Kurt thinks he might be headed there, too; he only has one final left after the weekend and he isn’t too stressed about it. He changes into more comfortable clothes and crawls into bed behind Blaine, gathering him in his arms. Blaine stirs and turns his head a little.
“Hey,” he says, voice tired and rough with sleep.
Kurt presses his lips to Blaine’s temple. “How’d your exam go?”
Blaine hums contentedly. “Pretty well. I’m tired.”
“This is why you shouldn’t pull all-nighters, honey,” Kurt teases, laughing softly. “Leave the bad sleeping schedule to me.”
“It wasn’t an all-nighter,” Blaine mumbles in a half-hearted protest.
“Yeah, you just stayed up until 5.” Kurt intertwines their fingers together in front of Blaine. “Not an all-nighter.”
Blaine makes an absent sound of agreement. “Well, it worked.”
Kurt grins at Blaine’s sleep-softened state. “Good job, honey,” he says quietly, genuinely. He knows this was one of his biggest finals, and the one he was most worried about.
They’re quiet for a minute before Kurt notices… “Is that my shirt?”
Blaine doesn’t respond and Kurt thinks he’s asleep, but then he says, “You mean our shirt?” He rolls over slightly so Kurt can see his half-open eyes and the edge of a grin on his face. If he turned to face him, Kurt would be able to see the old faded logo on the front of the Hummel Tires & Lube T-shirt, already a little big on Kurt and even more so on Blaine.
Kurt smiles, pulling Blaine closer. “You’re cute, clothing thief,” he says drily, and after a moment, says, “Feel free to steal that shirt whenever you want.”
“It’s our shirt,” Blaine repeats, pout evident in his voice. Kurt chuckles.
“Just don’t steal the Dalton one - the blue one. I like that one.”
Blaine pauses. “That’s my shirt.”
“Go back to sleep.”