"God, I missed you so much," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear. He found himself wrapped up in Blaine's arm as soon as they reached his room; Blaine nearly tackled him to the ground. He had met Kurt in the lobby and showed him the way up to his room so that he wouldn't get lost.

"Missed you, too," Blaine whispered back, his hands splayed on Kurt's back, his face buried in Kurt's neck, his rosy scent immediately soothing Blaine's heart.

Kurt pressed a kiss to the heated skin on Blaine's neck and pulled away to look into his dripping honey eyes, "I'm glad we get to hang out today though."

"Me too," Blaine replied. His gaze went to Kurt's outfit, he raised his eyebrows and had a small smile playing on his lips, "But there is no way you are wearing that."

Kurt was taken aback, "And why not?" he asked in a confused voice.

"Because you are not wearing designer jeans, Doc Martins, and Marc Jacobs during a movie marathon," Blaine laughed at Kurt's shocked reaction, "Not that you don't look gorgeous, because trust me you do, but that stuff can't be comfortable to lounge in all day," he assumed.

Kurt shrugged, "I'm really okay Bl-"

Blaine shot him a knowing look, "You may be able to fool Finn and Rachel, but I know the downsides to designer clothes, one of which being their lack of comfort."

"Oh, so you know everything, do you?" Kurt teased, too proud to admit defeat just yet.

"Yeah," Blaine said with a smug grin, "Absolutely everything."

"Oh yeah?" Blaine nodded to him, "So, if you are as all-knowing as you claim to be, what am I going to do next?" he asked, thinking up a plan.

Blaine thought for a second, "I think you're going to kiss me," he smiled.

"Do you?" Kurt played.

"Like I said: absolutely," Blaine retorted.

 Kurt didn't even dignify that with a response, he just leaned in and closed the gap between their lips. Blaine breathed in sharply through his nose, not fully expecting Kurt to do it so quickly, but he relaxed after a second of recognition. They moved their lips against each other for a minute or so, Kurt's fingers tangled themselves in the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck, he felt Blaine sigh against his lips as he did so.

Kurt pulled away far sooner than Blaine would have liked, "It looks like you were right," he said.

"Yeah," Blaine chuckled, "If that's what being a smart ass gets me, maybe I should do it more often."

"Only if you're lucky," Kurt winked, lightly kissing his lips one more time before pulling out of their embrace, leaving Blaine still wanting more.

"Seriously though, I am not letting you ‘lounge' all day in that," Blaine pressed once more.

"Then what do you suppose I wear? Just in case you hadn't noticed, I didn't exactly bring clothes to change into," Kurt pointed out.

"Well duh, I'm going to give you stuff to wear," Blaine countered. He gestured to what he was wearing, which was a red Dalton sweatshirt and black sweatpants.

Kurt's eyes went wide, "You want me to wear...sweatpants?" he asked tentatively.

Blaine laughed, "Oh don't act like you don't own sweats."

"I don't wear them in front of other people," Kurt responded, exasperated.

"Then buckle up buttercup and prepare yourself because that is exactly what you are doing," Blaine said as he went and walked to his other room to get Kurt clothes from his drawer.

Kurt huffed out loud, "You're lucky I like you!" he yelled so that Blaine would be able to hear him.

"I know!" Blaine yelled back.

Kurt couldn't suppress the laugh that he felt bubbling up in the back of his throat. Blaine didn't realize how lucky he really was that he was going to see Kurt in something other than his designer clothing because that was positively unheard of. Only a few people had seen him in sweats, so this was kind of a big deal. He was comfortable around Blaine though, so why not? What could be the harm in it?

Blaine emerged from his room about a minute later, the smile on his face so bright, Kurt almost had to get a pair of sunglasses to wear. He handed him a gray hoodie, a well-worn concert t-shirt, and navy sweats. Kurt looked at the clothes a little skeptically as he took them from him, "The bathroom's on the left if you want to change in there," Blaine suggested.

Kurt nodded, "Like I said before, you are so lucky that you are getting me to do this," he said with a kiss to Blaine's cheek. He heard Blaine laugh as he walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

He put the sweatpants on after a minute of struggle trying to get out of his jeans, and threw the t-shirt on with ease. Before he put the sweatshirt on, though, he brought it up to his nose and simply breathed in. God, how was it that Blaine always smelled so good, like coffee? Because Blaine's smell was becoming one of his favorite scents in the world. The immediate flood of comfort that washed over him that came along with Blaine's scent was intoxicating. And, truth be told, he loved wearing Blaine's clothes. He loved that face that Blaine would offer it, it made him feel extremely special. He wouldn't say this out loud either, but he even wore Blaine's cardigan, the one that he had let Kurt wear when they were walking back from the first time they had plans to meet up at the coffee shop, around his room whenever he missed him. It was a constant reminder that Blaine was there and that Blaine was his, two thoughts that brought him more happiness than even words could give him. He pulled the sweatshirt over his head and walked back out into the main part of his room that had the TV and a couch situated in front of it. The smell of the popcorn that Blaine was making in the little kitchen area hit him in the face like a truck, he couldn't remember the last time he had a day like this, carefree and stress free.

Blaine must have heard him come in, he turned his head around to Kurt for a second and smiled, "Now, you can't tell me that you aren't loads more comfortable than you were before."

"I know, I know," he mumbled, trying to keep the annoyed act up, but failing completely. He walked over to Blaine and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind him. He hooked his chin over Blaine's shoulder, "Thank you," he said genuinely.

Blaine turned around in his arms and kissed the tip of his nose, "Anytime," his eyes went from Kurt's to down his body and back up, "And just for the record, you look amazing no matter what you're wearing."

Kurt felt his cheeks heat up, "While I think you are outrageously sweet," he started with a kiss to Blaine's cheek, "I also think that you sit on a throne of lies."

Blaine gasped, "I do not!"

Kurt scrunched up his nose and nodded, "Yes you do."

"Do not," he huffed again, sounding like a five year old, "I never tell lies."

"Uh huh," Kurt said skeptically.

"Butt muffin," Blaine said under his breath.

"Poop nugget," Kurt retorted playfully, nuzzling their noses together and sending them into a fit of laughter.

Kurt went back into the other room to wait for Blaine to finish with the popcorn. He came out with the food and two waters a minute later, placing them on the floor at their feet. He stopped in front of the TV once he had put everything down, "What do you wanna watch?" he asked.

"Dunno," Kurt answered, "You can pick the first one."

"You sure?" Blaine offered politely.

"Yupp," Kurt confirmed.

Blaine turned and opened a cabinet full of movies. He picked one out and held it out questioningly, "How about ‘Super 8'?" he wondered, having no idea what movie to pick out for them to watch.

Kurt smiled, "Sounds awesome."

And with that, Blaine put it into the DVD player and sat down next to him on the couch. He hit play and then looked in between them to see all the space there was. Kurt had a shy look on his face, like he wanted to move over, but was too nervous to, "You know, you don't have to stay all the way over there the whole time," he said in what he hoped sounded like an encouraging voice.

Kurt smiled and slid over so that he was right next to him. Blaine wrapped an arm around his shoulders and Kurt snuggled into his side, his head resting partially on Blaine's shoulder and partially on his chest, "I like this way better," Kurt commented once he was settled, his arm draped across Blaine's stomach.

"Me too," Blaine agreed with a soft kiss to his temple.

Kurt decided, about halfway through the movie, that he loved cuddling with Blaine. Watching all of those cheesy romantic comedies hadn't really prepared him for what it felt like to be held by someone you cared for deeply and who cared for you back. This was probably the most relaxed Kurt had felt in weeks. He loved how he could feel the heat radiating off of Blaine's wonderfully tanned skin. He loved how Blaine was trailing his fingers up his arm in such a way that he was getting goose bumps. He loved how Blaine would rest his cheek against his hair or how he would randomly kiss the top of his head, just because he felt like it. He honestly just loved being close to Blaine and the soothing feeling that went along with it.

Not paying any attention to the movie, he nuzzled his nose in Blaine's neck and shut his eyes, taking note in the way Blaine seemed to hold him a little tighter.

"You're cute," Blaine whispered into his hair, the perfect strands tickling his lips.

"You're comfy," Kurt said without thinking.

He felt Blaine's chest vibrate with silent laughter, "I'm glad."

"Mmm," Kurt sighed, he felt Blaine's free hand brush his chestnut brown hair off of his forehead, his fingers lingering lightly on his skin.

"You look tired," Blaine noted, his voice quiet.

"Kurt shook his head subtly, "Nuh uh," he mumbled, "Just really comfortable."

"Ah," Blaine said in realization, "Agreed."

"I like it when you hold me," Kurt said before he could stop himself.

"Really?" Blaine asked in a whisper a second or two later.

"Yeah," he said with a nod, his cheek brushed against Blaine's sweatshirt.

"I like it, too," Blaine responded, Kurt could hear the smile in Blaine's voice clear as day.

Kurt angled his head up so that he could kiss the corner of Blaine's mouth before resting his head back down, "You're warm," he commented, his lips tingling.

"Am I?" Blaine wondered.

"Mhm," he hummed.

"Are you too hot? Do you want to take your sweatshirt off?" Blaine made to move away.

But Kurt made a noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head and tightening his hold on Blaine's middle, "No I'm fine, really," he reassured him, "Please don't move," he said in a small voice.

Blaine wrapped both arms around him to envelope him in a tight embrace, "I won't," he kissed Kurt's forehead, "I'm staying right here, okay?" Kurt nodded wordlessly into the crook of his neck. Blaine snuck his hand into Kurt's sweatshirt to rub soothing circles to his back over the t-shirt that separated his hand from Kurt's bare skin, "This okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt whispered, "Feels nice," he closed his eyes again and relaxed completely into Blaine's touch. Blaine rested his cheek on top of Kurt's head lightly again, trying to remind him that he was right there, because Kurt's hand was closed in a tight fist around Blaine's sweatshirt as if he might disappear. Blaine let his eyes flutter shut as he focused on just him and Kurt. He listened as Kurt's breath evened out and it sounded like he fell asleep. He felt himself start to doze off a few minutes later after he was almost positive Kurt wasn't awake anymore. He fell asleep with Kurt in his arms and a blissful smile on his lips, he felt more peaceful in that moment than he had in months. The soft sound of Kurt's breathing and the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling him right to sleep.

Blaine woke to see Kurt's sapphire eyes shining up at him and searching his face, "Hi there," he smiled.

"We fell asleep," Kurt commented with a giggle, "I can't believe we fell asleep."

"I can," Blaine said, "You looked sleepy before."

"And you're comfy," Kurt said again, pressing his cheek to Blaine's chest.

Blaine laughed, "Well I'm glad that's all I'm good for."

"Well that's not all you're good for," Kurt brought his head up to look him in the eyes again.

"Yeah? What else is there?"

"You're a really good hugger, too," Kurt joked.

"Oh, is that it?"

"Yeah, and I guess you're a good kisser," he teased.

"You guess?"

Kurt scrunched his nose up, "No," he said, "I happen to have the fortune of knowing that you are a fantastic kisser."

"Oh, so I'm your human pillow and you use me for my kisses? I see it now," Blaine said in a fake offended voice.

"No, there's more..." Kurt said to be purposefully vague.

"Well since the truth is really coming out now, go right ahead," Blaine played.

"Oh hush," Kurt smacked him playfully on the arm. Blaine raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘C'mon you have to tell me' and Kurt let out a deep breath, "Well I happen to like the fact that you are sweet enough to give me cavities."

Blaine snorted, "Really?"

"Absolutely," Kurt confirmed, "I also like how affectionate you are," he said, becoming more serious with his answers.

Blaine kissed his forehead, "Like this?"

"Yeah," Kurt laughed quietly, "Want me to keep going?"

"You have more? Oh, by all means. You have me far too curious to stop now," he answered, his golden eyes full of light.

"Hm," Kurt thought to himself, "Well I like very much how dorky and old-fashioned you are."

"I'm not sure if that ‘dorky' comment offends me or not," Blaine teased.

"It was meant as a compliment because it is ridiculously endearing," Kurt clarified. Blaine made an ‘oh I get it now' face, "I like how honest you are all the time," Blaine's features softened, "I like that you are an incredibly good listening-ear and that you make me comfortable enough for me to just be able to tell you things."

"I'm always here for that," Blaine said softly.

"I know," Kurt nodded, "Thank you," he said with a quick peck to his lips.

"Anytime," Blaine smiled.

Kurt sent him a smile back, "I think I like how we just can be with each other for a while and not get tired of one another the best though. Does that make any sense?" he asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Uh huh," Blaine hummed, "That makes perfect sense," he reassured, "And, just for the record, I like that, too," he said with a crooked smile.

Kurt's cheeks flushed a little, "Do I sound ridiculous?" he wondered aloud.

"Not ridiculous at all," Blaine said, he rested their foreheads together.

Kurt tilted his head up to capture Blaine's lips with his own, Blaine responded just as eagerly after the initial second of surprise. Kurt felt his heart do leaps when he realized that Blaine's lips were turned up into a smile as they moved against his. Blaine's hand traced indescribable patterns onto his arm, his touches light and delicate to match the slow, smooth movements of his lips. They kissed like this, easy and gentle, for as long as they could, only pulling away when the need for air became too great to deny any longer, their chests heaving and their breath heavy.

"So are you," Blaine whispered once he could, his eyes locked on Kurt's.

"So am I what?"

"A fantastic kisser," Blaine breathed.

Kurt shook with quiet laughter, "Goofball," he played.

"You like it," Blaine replied with one of his breathtaking smiles.

"I do," Kurt said without hesitation, I love it.