They had made a pact to Skype each other every day and to take turns hanging up the call. It was a little pointless as they'd normally end up texting for at least an hour afterwards, but a deal was a deal. And Kurt wasn't one to let Blaine forget it, especially on days when it wasn't his turn to leave the conversation first.

"Whose turn is it?" he asked.

"It's mine," Blaine grumbled, "You know it is. But I don't want to."

"You're falling asleep, honey," Kurt smiled.

"I don't care. I'll just leave it on and you can watch me sleep."

"I'm not Edward Cullen," Blaine heard from the laptop, which he could barely see anymore.

"I know," he sighed sleepily, "you're prettier."

"Come on, babe, get some sleep," Kurt said quietly, "We'll talk tomorrow."

"Love you," Blaine whispered as he refocused his eyes on Kurt's face.

"Love you too."

And the screen went blank after Blaine finally hit the 'End Call' button.