Himself and Blaine were together in Kurt's dorm, just enjoying each others company. As per usual, Blaine was being his silly self, attempting to stand on his head or... something. Kurt couldn't really tell.

“I'm trying to spin on my head,” Blaine answered innocently, like it made complete and total sense.

“Um, okay... why?”

Blaine stopped his feeble attempts now, sitting on the ground with his legs criss-crossed. The mixture of trying to spin on the ground and tons of hair gel did not do his curly hair justice. “Because so many of the other Warblers can do it and I can't and it looks so cool and fun and you -” Blaine stopped short, looking anywhere but at Kurt.

“I what?” Kurt asked innocently.

“Iwanpressyou,” Blaine mumbled.

“What?”

“I wanted to impress you,” Blaine said more clearly, making eye contact again. Kurt gave him a questioning look and continued. “It's just, you always seem so impressed when the other guys do it and I know it reminds you of New Direction 'cause they were all such great dancers -”

“Not Finn,” Kurt interjected with a shudder.

Blaine laughed, “Except for Finn. But anyway, I don't really know why. I can't do this,” he pointed to his mess of hair and sighed dejectedly, looking into his lap.

A huge grin broke across Kurt's face. “Oh, Blaine,” he sighed warmly. “You're my favourite.”

“Favourite?” Blaine asked in confusion.

“You're just – you're great, honey. Just the way you are.”

And no matter how hard he tried, Blaine couldn't wipe the silly grin off his face for the rest of the night. Right up until the second his head hit the pillows, the word “favourite” echoed in his head.

“You're great, honey.”