"I'm so bored!"

Kurt looks up from his spot on the end of his bed just in time to see Blaine's head hit the wall behind him with a loud thud. His algebra II textbook and class notes are scattered in front of him and he tosses his pencil down on the bed.

"I'm sorry," is all Kurt says before looking back down at his literature text.

"I hate math," Blaine groans in frustration.

"Obviously," Kurt drawls. "How many problems have you finished?"

Blaine glances down at his notebook. "Four."

"Out of how many?"

"…Twenty."

"…Nice."

"It's boring!"

"Of course it's boring. It's math."

"I don't like it."

"This I know."

"Don't make me do it!"

"Blaine," Kurt sighs in annoyance. "I have seven pages left of this story. I have to read it by tomorrow. I invited you over here tonight because we haven't got to spend any time together this week and I figured that, even if we just had to study, at least we could study together."

"…We are studying together."

"No," Kurt denies. "I'm studying. You're procrastinating and being a distraction."

"I'm sorry! But it's so boring!"

"The quicker you finish, the quicker you'll be less bored."

"If that's supposed to be motivation, you suck at it."

"Blaine."

"Do you have snacks?"

Kurt grumbles something under his breath and points to the mini fridge next to his desk. Blaine grins broadly, happy to have something else to do, and hops off the bed. He wanders over to the little fridge and lets out an excited yelp when he opens the door to find a sealed plastic container.

"You have grapes!" he exclaims loudly, snatching the container out of the fridge.

"Yes I do."

"I love grapes!"

"I'm so glad for you."

Blaine settles back onto the bed, homework pretty much forgotten as he rips the lid off.

"I am officially less bored," Blaine declares, tossing a grape in the air and catching it in his mouth.

"Fantastic."

"Want one?"

"Blaine!" Kurt snaps, holding his textbook up.

"Sorry," Blaine mumbles. "You're no fun at all."

"I'm plenty fun."

"You know what you could do to be more fun?"

"…No."

"No, you'll like this," Blaine says enthusiastically, plucking a large grape out of the container. "Here. Come and get one."

With that sentence, he places the grape between his lips, the other half of it sticking out, waiting to be taken by Kurt.

Kurt sighs and sets his book aside. "If I do this, will you let me finish reading?"

"Maybwe," Blaine says around the grape.

"Fine," Kurt says with finality.

He crawls toward Blaine, carefully not to crunch too many papers in his wake. As he nears his boyfriend's face, Blaine leans back just that much more and rests against the wall. Kurt narrows his eyes but takes the bait anyway, settling his hands on Blaine's thighs. He dips his head down, noticing the sudden heat in Blaine's pretty eyes, and snatches the grape from Blaine's lips with his teeth.

Kurt crawls back to his side of the bed.

"Well that was anticlimactic."

Kurt snorts at Blaine's words as he chews on his stolen grape. "I did what you wanted. Now let me read."

"Oh, I know what you could do!"

"Ugh, WHAT?"

"Here," Blaine hands Kurt the container of grapes. "For every problem I finish, you toss me a grape!"

"What, now suddenly you want to be like Boo from Monster's Inc?"

"Please, Kurt, pleeease?"

"Only if it gets you to shut up," Kurt finally agrees. "Now do your homework."

"Okay!"

Blaine slouches over his notes, picks up his pencil, and begins to work furiously on the next problem. After a few minutes, he drops the pencil and holds his mouth open. Kurt eyes him, but discreetly reaches for a grape and then tosses it towards Blaine.

Blaine catches it in his mouth expertly, smiling broadly as he chews.

"Yes, yes, you're very happy," Kurt says. "Keep working."

The next half hour passes in the same fashion, Kurt tosses Blaine a grape every time he hears a pencil stop scratching on paper. Soon enough, Blaine's done all his math homework and he drops his pencil in triumph.

"I get two for finishing!" he announces happily.

Kurt groans, obliging his boyfriend by tossing him two grapes.

"I swear to god, you're like a puppy dog," Kurt says.

Blaine suddenly falls silent.

Kurt looks up in suspicion.

Blaine's got this look on his face, complete with a mischievous smile and Kurt's immediately wary.

Turns out he had a right to be wary, because Blaine scrambles over to him, heedless of the clutter on the bed, and jumps right into Kurt's lap.

"Blaine!" Kurt screeches in shock.

Blaine simply curls up into a ball, snuggling the top of his curly head right under Kurt's chin.

"Love me!" Blaine says loudly.

"I'm trying to rea-"

"Love me!"

"Ohmygod," Kurt groans. He gives in to Blaine's antics, setting his book down on the bed where he can still see it, and begins to rub Blaine's back in slow, lazy circles, threading his fingers through his hair. "Happy now?"

Blaine nods, pressing himself against Kurt's chest.

"Okay, if you really want to play this game, at least let me lean against the wall."

Blaine says nothing in return, so Kurt has to maneuver both of them around in order to lean on the wall. He re-positions his book on top of the bed so Blaine can be the annoying little thing that he is and settle all of his weight against Kurt's body.

"Now will you be quiet and let me read?" Kurt asks, still toying with Blaine's hair and rubbing his back.

"Mhmm," Blaine says softly, nuzzling Kurt's hand with his head.

"Okay, then."

Kurt sighs, taking in a deep breath and pressing his nose into Blaine's hair. He could be adorably obnoxious sometimes. This position was ridiculous, honestly, Blaine cuddled up in his lap like a puppy. But the fact that they could be so silly and still be close made Kurt's heart flip flop in his chest.

The door opens.

"Hey Kurt, do you – what the hell are you two doing?" David asks as soon as he enters Kurt's room.

"Studying," Kurt says simply, reaching out a hand to flip the page before settling his fingers back into Blaine's curls.

"…Since when did Blaine become your pet?"

"Couldn't tell you."

"Go 'way, David," Blaine mumbles tiredly.

"You two are so sickeningly sweet, I swear."

"What did you need?" Kurt asks, ignoring the jibe.

"I just wanted to know if I could borrow your French notes," David says.

Kurt nods to their place on his desk. "Right there."

"Thanks," David says, swiping the notebook off Kurt's desk. "Oh, and Blaine? Curfew's in twenty minutes, you should probably stop playing puppy and get back to your room before they do room checks."

"You're not my mom," Blaine groans, curling closer to Kurt's chest.

"Ugh, outrageously sweet," David grumbles before disappearing out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Blaine sighs once he's gone. "I like it here. You're warm. Don't make me leave."

"I won't," Kurt says in a hushed voice. "Not until curfew."

Blaine tilts his head up and presses a kiss to Kurt's jaw. "You like me."

"I despise you."

"No you don't. You like me. I can tell."

"Oh?" Kurt questions. "And how exactly can you tell that I like you?"

"You're letting me sit in your lap while you try and study. And you threw me grapes to make me finish my homework."

"…Maybe I like you."

"Mhmm," Blaine whispers. "You like me. You like me a lot."

Kurt smiles into Blaine's hair and kisses the top of his head.

"Yeah. I like you a lot."

END.