Kurt delighted in waking up to Blaine's face smushed against his chest and finding himself wrapped up in Blaine's arms.  It's like he's being held onto so that Blaine can avoid drifting away - so secure and solid, and Kurt enjoys the feeling of being needed, and wanted, so much.  

He lets himself be embraced as he reaches for his cellphone and plays a little puzzle game, not wanting to wake Blaine, much less study for one of his impending finals.  Santana sends a message.  It's as much as an apology as he can hope from when it comes to her.

[From: Santana]
Hey.  Our circle of friends is all abuzz about how you dumped English McHipster out on the lawn yesterday in favour of some random guy with crazy curly hair.  Nicely done.

He winces at the memory, only now feeling bad about how he essentially shut out Adam without any hesitation or thought.  He doesn't regret it, not when he has Blaine curled up against him, but he does feel guilty about being so rude about it.  He knows he could have been nicer.

Another message makes his phone ping and he looks down and smiles.

[From: Santana]
Bringing coffee.  Make sure you're finished any wanky shit by the time I get there.

She has her own key, which he's never been sure how she's gotten, and lets herself in a few minutes later.  Kurt is still wound up in Blaine when she arrives and Santana merely raises an eyebrow and then smirks before handing over Kurt's mocha-latte and sitting herself in the chair at his desk.

“So.  He's still a sleeper.”

Kurt nods, looking down and weaving his fingers into the curls laying against his chest.  “Yeah.”

“I can watch out for him while you're writing your final today.  I have nothing in my schedule today aside from getting all the scandalous details of your forgoing date rules.”

They chuckle, sip their drinks, and eventually Blaine shifts.  He lifts his head and peers around blearily before he registers the third person in the room and pulls the blanket up to his neck bashfully.

“Relax boy.  Nothing I haven't seen before… and trust me.  Nothing I want to see either.”

Kurt rubs gentle circles to his back and it loosens Blaine up enough that he's able to recall the finer points of Kurt's social life enough to look her over and offer a weak smile, “You must be Santana.”

“And you're Blaine Anderson.  You're so much more tolerable when you're not kicking my friend in the shins.”

Kurt has never told Blaine that Santana used to be one of the workers at the factory, but some memory must surface because he looks down at the bed with guilt stained eyes and mumbles a weak “sorry”.

It makes her laugh and she quickly tells him that it's fine because “Kurt here clearly doesn't have a problem with that particular kink” and proceeds to inform Blaine that if he “so much as insults a hair on Kurt's finely coiffed hair” that she will “ensure he is never able to please another human being in his existence.”

“She's terrifying.”  Blaine whispers over to Kurt, huddled back against him and as white in the face as he can get.

“She means well.”  Kurt simply says, finishing off his cup of caffeine and tossing it into the wastebasket.

“I kind of do.”  Santana agreed, tossing her own empty cup into the garbage as well.  “Now get dressed.  I'm taking you for basic necessity shopping since I know Kurt can only share his toothbrush and overpriced shampoo for so long.  Plus he needs to make sure he blows his exam away so he can keep his scholarship.”

Santana leaves the room long enough for them to get dressed, Kurt dressing Blaine in clothes fresh off his sewing machine and making a few on the spot modifications with a needle and thread, before she returned.

“Come on Hobbit head.  We're going to be best friends for the day.” She asserted before dragging Blaine away who looked back at Kurt with pleading ‘help me' eyes which Kurt just smirked at.

He knew Blaine was in good hands.

Usually Kurt finds he never has enough time to study, but without Blaine, he feels like the day drags on forever.  Eventually he goes to write his exam, finding it questionably easy to the point where he's triple guessing his answers because he's sure it must be a trick question.

But at least that one is over.

His practical exam is next, and making clothing for Blaine has certainly been the challenge and opportunity he needed to hone his skills.  Usually they're thrown a model with all too predictable measurements and colouring for practical exams and told to create an outfit for a particular situation.  Blaine may be gorgeous, but he lacks the height, colouring, and physique of the models Kurt is used to working with and that thrills him when it comes to design.  He doesn't get to create for “normal” humans often enough.

When Blaine and Santana do return, Blaine is weighed down by several bags and thanking Santana profusely for what's in them - which she dismisses with a wave and tells him, “You'll pay me back later.”

It's at that point when Kurt realizes that Blaine won't just be passing through his life this time.  With a toothbrush and cleaning necessities and his very own pack of underwear being unloaded into drawers that are already too stuffed with Kurt's own clothing, Kurt realizes that this is it.  Blaine is his now.  He doesn't have to share him with a boss, or his old prep school, or anything else for that matter.  It makes his heart beat out of place and all he can do is watch Blaine try to find a spot to put the pyjama sets Santana bought for him.

“I'll empty a drawer for you…” He says finally when Santana prods him in the side - her way of telling him to stop staring like a creep.

“It's okay… I mean… I don't want to force you out of this place… I'll get a job and find my own place as soon as I can.” Blaine says, so careful with the first things he's really owned in years that he's folding and refolding them absently.

“No.”  Kurt says it quickly and Santana snickers beside him.  When Blaine glances back at him, he back peddles on his all too quick dismissing of Blaine's idea.  “I mean.  Yeah… you should get a job… apply to college too… but… stay.  Please.”

That elicits a smile from Blaine and there's no more talk of it.  Santana orders them pizza for dinner and the pure, unadulterated joy visible on Blaine's face when he takes a bite of pepperoni and cheese is sheer bliss for Kurt to observe.  He's knows he's going to have to spring for more exotic food choices than the salads and ramen he usually eats, when he remembers to, with his on the go student life.

They talk awhile longer, Blaine telling Kurt that Santana is going to get him back in touch with Brittany so he'll have another friend “on the outside” that knows what “the inside” is like for them all.  Then Santana leaves, issuing orders to the both of them to ensure they do sleep that night or, heaven help her, she'll come back and beat them to sleep.

They do too.  As much as Kurt's dick strains in his pants and tries to propel him against Blaine, he knows Blaine is still recovering from his time in service and that the night before was the result of built up tension from years of being pulled apart.  Moreover, Blaine is still apologizing for the idle kisses he gifts to Kurt even though Kurt keeps telling him he wants them more than anything.

But it's okay, Kurt decides as he listens to Blaine snuffle and snore against him that night, because now they don't have to rush or worry about what any boss might think.  He'll help Blaine come back to himself.  They'll be able to enjoy one another, and things will come full circle.