"Blaine," Kurt said quietly and turned as he felt a weight against his shoulder.

Instead of getting a response, he saw Blaine leaning against his side, eyes closed and breathing even. They were on the third movie and both of them had spent most of it pretending to not yawn. Kurt shifted Blaine until he was lying down, then stood up to find some blankets and smiled when he watched Blaine curl up and burrow under them. Once he figured that Blaine was comfortable enough and chuckled at the content murmurs from the couch, Kurt dragged himself to his room, tiredness taking over more strongly. He pushed through his nighttime routine and was asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

A loud bang echoed through the apartment and woke Kurt up what seemed to him like only moments later.

"Shit!" he heard the muffled grumble from the living room.

"Blaine?" he called out and climbed out of bed.

"I'm sorry," a blushing Blaine was holding his leg and jumping on the spot, "I tried to be quiet but the coffee table and I…"

"What were you trying to do?" Kurt questioned with a smile.

"Clean up? I felt bad about just passing out and thought tidying up would repay you a bit for letting me sleep and…"

"You're rambling," Kurt was now laughing, "OK, let's finish this up and I'll get you a change of clothes."

"I… what?"

"Well you can't really go back out in the same clothes that you slept in. Gross," a shudder ran through Kurt's body, "you can borrow some of mine."

They worked fast on cleaning up the mess from their dinner the night before then Kurt disappeared into his bedroom to get Blaine some clothes. Not even a minute later, he stuck his head out of the door.

"Do you have to be anywhere today?" he questioned.

"No, do you?"

Kurt shook his head and walked over to his closet, rummaging until he found the comfortable sweatpants he wanted. Blaine was eyeing him suspiciously when he spotted the clothes and Kurt couldn't hold back the laugh.

"What? I do own yoga pants and things like that."

"I am actually genuinely surprised," Blaine smirked, "in the interest of full disclosure."

"The bathroom is that way," Kurt pointed, "go, before I decide to toss you out and do the walk of shame."

"That wouldn't work, seeing as I've nothing to be ashamed of," the laughter faded when Blaine rushed into the bathroom to avoid a pillow flying in his direction.

Kurt changed into his most comfortable pants and a hoodie, then checked his phone, predictably finding multiple "how is your date day going?" messages from Isabelle. He was just looking for his charger when Blaine walked out of the bathroom, his curls wet and messy, T-shirt clinging to his arms since it was a little tighter than it would've been on Kurt and the sweatpants…

… Kurt gulped and wondered just how well he'd thought the clothing choice through.