By the time they had arrived back in Lima, it had dropped back down in the thirties and the forecast was calling for snow all evening. Blaine had Charles drop him off with Kurt, so they could spend the evening together. They were still feeling all the after effects of the previous evening and both needed to be close to one another.

As supper time rolled around, it started to look like Kurt wouldn't be able to drive Blaine home, even with Kurt's Navigator being fully winter-ready.

"It is really coming down out there, holy crap," Finn said as he peeked through the drapes in the living room. "What if we get a snow day tomorrow? That'd be awesome!"

Blaine craned his neck upwards, looking up at the sky through the window with Finn and groaned. "Dalton never closes, and I don't have my uniform here. If the roads don't clear by morning…"

Kurt was sprawled out on the couch and subtly checking out Blaine's backside while he was fighting Finn for window space. "They're saying we may get over a foot tonight, Blaine. I doubt Dalton would stay open if the roads are covered in a foot of snow."

He jerked his eyes up toward the ceiling when Blaine turned around and grinned when he saw Blaine raise his eyebrows at him.

"Dalton would stay open if a tornado was going through the parking lot," Blaine sighed. "We're going to have to leave super early if we're going to make it over to my house, pick up my uniform, and then get to school on time. I just hope the main roads are plowed by then."

"You two should just keep spares at each others houses," Finn shrugged. He turned away from the window and sat down in the recliner. "You have enough sleep overs."

Kurt extended his arm and wiggled his fingers at Blaine, far too lazy to move any other part of his body. "Finn's right, you know. But let's just hope for a snow day tomorrow. Now come cuddle with me."

Finn snorted and was promptly hit over the head by a flying magazine. "Hey!"

"Serves you right, be lucky he actually likes you," Blaine smiled and collapsed alongside Kurt on the couch. "I guess we'll just see what the weather does and go from there. We could always go out and make snow angels and build snowmen."

Kurt shook his head at Finn's cheer and wrapped his arms around Blaine and pulled him close. "You are both five years old. Finn turn something on before I take the remote from you."

Finn quickly grabbed the TV remote and started flipping channels. "Dude, if you two like, start making out over there just go up in your room."

"Yes, Finn, because it is my life long goal to make you uncomfortable," Kurt said dryly, with Blaine laughing into his chest. He ran his hand up and down Blaine's back and suddenly reclined Finn's chair all the way.

"Whoa!"

Blaine buried his head further into Kurt's chest and continued laughing, his entire body shaking. "You deserved that, Finn," he said, his voice muffled by Kurt's body.

Kurt craned his neck to watch Finn flail his arms and legs a little to awkwardly try to sit back up and when he couldn't, Kurt gave in and adjusted the chair for him. "Just pick something, I'll even be generous and won't complain if you find a basketball game or something. I just want to relax for a bit."

"Awesome, thanks bro," Finn grinned and continued flipping through channels.

Blaine arched his back slightly and reached up to cup Kurt's jaw. "Are you feeling okay? We can go upstairs and lay down if you want."

Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead and inhaled deeply, his nose filling with his favorite smells – Blaine's cologne, soap, shampoo, and just Blaine. "No, I'm fine now that you're close. I'm still…reeling, a bit. From last night," he said softly, so Finn couldn't hear. "Sorta glad you don't have to go home, even if we will have to get up really early to get your uniform."

"Same," Blaine breathed, shifting so he could crane his neck up far enough to brush his lips against Kurt's. "Mind if I turn around to watch the game?"

Smirking, Kurt shoved Blaine's shoulder lightly and shook his head. "Of course not. Just don't let me sleep for too long."

"Mmm, love you," Blaine murmured as he twisted around so he was facing away from Kurt. He settled with his back against Kurt's chest and sighed happily.

Kurt immediately closed his eyes and lifted Blaine's shirt so he could sneak his hand underneath. He liked feeling Blaine's bare skin on his own. Blaine's stomach muscles constricted slightly as he flexed his fingers and he kissed the top of Blaine's head in apology.

He let the white noise of the TV and the random outbursts of cheers from both Finn and Blaine lull him to sleep – his body was still overwhelmed from the previous night and his mind was still processing everything that had happened. But everything felt perfect with Blaine held secure in his arms.

Kurt was wonderfully buried under his covers and wrapped up in warm boy when Finn knocked on his door loudly. Kurt swung the door open and pushed back the covers just enough to glare at Finn. "What?" he whispered, hoping not to wake Blaine.

"Dudes, snow day! Both McKinley and Dalton!"

Kurt blinked rapidly and pulled Blaine closer when he started to stir. "Great, Finn, thanks… now leave, we'll be up later."

Kurt closed the door when Finn turned away and snuggled back underneath the covers, thankful that Blaine pretty much slept like the dead. It was far too early to be awake; they wouldn't have even had to get up for at least another hour if Dalton hadn't closed to go get Blaine's uniform. Finn was always up crazy early on possible snow days, watching the news first thing for school closings.

Well, at least they got to sleep in and he got to hold Blaine a little longer. Bonus.

He turned off his alarm and easily fell back asleep.

"S'time's'it?"

Kurt snaked his arm out, grabbed a handful of Blaine's pajama pants and yanked on them to pull him close. "Dunno, snow day. We're sleeping in."

Blaine smacked his lips and buried deeper under the covers. "Even Dalton?"

Kurt nodded and slowly moved his hand up underneath Blaine's undershirt. "Even Dalton. Finn woke me up at some ungodly hour to inform us of that, so we're free for the rest of the day."

"Mmm, you're all nice and warm," Blaine said, trying to snuggle even closer to Kurt. He buried his face in Kurt's neck and pulled one of Kurt's legs in between his own. "Let's stay in bed all day."

"As appealing as that sounds… your stomach is growling, so we should at least venture out for food," Kurt smirked. "Plus, you said you wanted to play in the snow."

Blaine pouted against Kurt's neck and started leaving little kisses along Kurt's jaw. "I don't even have my heavy winter coat here… it wasn't snowing Saturday morning."

Kurt whimpered and pulled Blaine's hips a little closer. "Blaine," he said, his breath catching in his throat. "You can't," he swallowed hard. "You can't start that… now when Finn and most likely Carole, at least are home."

Blaine huffed and pulled back. "Oh alright. Breakfast sounds delicious actually," he lifted his head up and let out a breathless laugh. "Or, well. Brunch? We sorta missed breakfast, babe."

Kurt twisted his head around and groaned when he saw the clock. "I definitely didn't mean to sleep in that late."

"Not like we really have anything pressing to do today," Blaine smiled. He kissed Kurt on the nose and pushed the covers down. "Let's go make something to eat. I actually am starving. And I sorta love watching you make stuff fly around the kitchen."

Kurt snorted and rubbed the sleep out his eyes. "You and Finn both. Alright, I'm up. Let's go."

"Blaine."

Blaine at least looked a little bit sheepish, even though he was biting his lip – obviously trying to hide his grin.

Kurt sighed and tried again. "Blaine."

Blaine's face broke and he threw his hands up in the air. "What?"

Shaking his head, Kurt closed his eyes and wondered why he ever let Blaine in the kitchen in the first place. "I thought you just wanted to watch."

"You try watching eggs fly through the air and try not to catch them!" Blaine said indignantly. He tried looking up at his forehead and reached up, patting his head and grimaced when his fingers landed in raw egg. He flicked away a piece of egg shell and sighed. "Well, I was going to take a shower, anyway."

"It is not that easy to get egg yolk out of hair, you know," Kurt said. He sent the bread across the kitchen in a perfect arc, earning a pleased clap from Blaine. "You go shower, I'll finish the French toast. It'll be ready when you're done. Knock on Finn's door while you're up there and let him know there will be some for him, too."

Blaine tried to lean in for a kiss but Kurt immediately backed away. "Oh, be that way, it's just a little yolk. I'll be back all nice and clean. Sorry about the floor, too. I'll clean it up when I get back."

"No," Kurt sighed. "I'll get it, don't worry about it. You're lucky I love you," he smiled. "Hurry up."

Blaine wiggled his ass and took off for the stairs. "Don't eat it all before I get back!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and went back to preparing the French toast. He filled the griddle with the first batch and pulled the cleaning supplies out from underneath the sink.

"I heard you had a little mishap in here?"

"You could say that," Kurt said, shaking his head. He smiled at Carole and knelt down to scrub the floor. "Blaine got a little… enthusiastic when I started with the eggs."

Carole nodded and sat down on one of the stools at the counter. "Finn still loves watching you cook. I don't think Blaine will get over it anytime soon, either."

"Boys," Kurt shrugged, smiling. "So, how bad are the roads? I haven't even looked outside yet."

"They're pretty bad, we got over ten inches overnight, but the drifts are the worst part. Your dad is out with the tow truck as we speak, he started getting calls pretty early this morning," she said, her voice laced with worry.

Kurt stood back up and tossed the paper towels in the trash. "Dad's used to this, he'll be fine." He flipped the French toast and leaned against the counter. "Would you like any? I'm making plenty."

Carole shook her head. "No thank you, sweetie. I already had breakfast. Unlike some of us, I woke up at a decent hour."

"Yeah, well. Apparently that tends to happen when I have a human blanket attached to me," Kurt said, and promptly blushed. He wasn't quite used to discussing such things with his step-mother. Not that anything had happened last night, of course, but Blaine staying in his bed had become sort of an unspoken understanding.

"That boy loves you," Carole smiled. "I'm happy for you, Kurt. We both are…your father and I."

Kurt bit his lip and looked down at his feet. "Thanks, and I know. That he does." He glanced over at the griddle and sent all the cooked pieces over to a plate on the counter in front of Carole. He was just starting on the next batch when he heard Finn coming down the stairs. "Just in time. It's like he knows."

Carole laughed and slid off the stool. "My son has a sixth sense about food, I swear. I'll be in the living room, watching the news."

After eating, and cleaning the dishes, Blaine called his parents to let them know that he'd probably be at Kurt's for at least the majority of the day. The main roads were started to get cleared but many of the side roads still weren't plowed.

Kurt wasn't going to complain at all. Freshly showered Blaine was one of his favorites.

He sat next to Carole on the couch with Blaine on the floor in between his legs and worked his fingers through Blaine's still-damp curls. Finn was in the recliner and they all watched a random movie on TV, flipping between that and the weather report.

Burt came home after a few hours and Carole immediately rushed to the door to pull him in a hug. Kurt watched the exchange with a smile and leaned over to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek. His dad looked tired, but happy.

"When do you want to take me home?" Blaine asked as he stretched his arms over his head.

"Hmm, never?" Kurt smirked and hooked his arms underneath Blaine's to pull him up on the couch with him.

"Dude's going to need some clothes, and I'm sure his parents would miss him," Finn said. "Or… I'll just stay out of it. You can keep your scary looks to yourself, bro."

Blaine nodded and ran a finger along Kurt's breastbone. "I do have to go home sometime. As much as I would love to stay with you every night, we both know that's not possible. Plus, Finn's right. I need clothes. And my uniform for tomorrow. And my parents are actually home this month, so, yes."

"I know," Kurt said fondly. "And I'll probably take you home after dinner-" he cut off when he heard a thud in the kitchen.

And a scream from Carole.