All My Colours

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Kurt closed the door to Blaine's bedroom softly, glancing over at his boyfriend already lying on the bed. His flannel cotton pyjama pants blended in too-well to his plaid sheets of the same shade and Blaine's white tank top seemed loose over his frame. It was awkward between them still; just that little bit to make it uncomfortable. That feeling after you have a fight with someone, the one where it's like anything you say or do can sent you spiralling back into an argument.

Kurt stood in the doorway, hands wringing themselves in the sleeves of Blaine's hoodie. He wasn't sure how he ended up wearing it; it was somewhere between the kissing and the end of Moulin Rouge. The boxers he was wearing made him feel underdressed but Blaine cleared his throat when he felt Kurt hovering.

"C'mere," he said softly, scooting over to make room for Kurt next to him on the pillows. Relieved, Kurt crossed the small space between them and seated himself of the edge of Blaine's mattress. "No," Blaine mumbled, chuckling softly as he pushed himself up on one elbow. "Come here," He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him down so he was laying next to him.

Kurt yelped, giggling when Blaine threw him down but it was only a few airy chuckles when Blaine was hovering over top of him. Kurt pushed the sleeves down over his hands, cupping Blaine's cheek in his palm so just his fingertips brushed at his skin.

"Hi," he whispered as Blaine brushed back his bangs that had fallen out of place. He smiled fondly down at him.

"Hey," Blaine mumbled back, kissing Kurt chastely on the lips. "How ya doin'?" Kurt cleared his throat, his thumb still stroking slowly at Blaine's cheek.

"M'okay," Kurt said gently. "You?" He still felt guilty, felt terrible for what he'd done when he saw how badly he'd hurt Blaine in the process. But then Blaine was smiling at him, that smile that only made its way out when Blaine was around Kurt.

"I'm good," he affirmed, kissing the tip of Kurt's nose before rolling off of him, just barely missing the colour flushing to Kurt's cheeks. Kurt flopped down against Blaine's chest once he'd settled in, the mock "oof" that came rumbling out of Blaine making him giggle. Kurt buried his face in against Blaine's neck, inhaling slowly and deeply. He pressed his lips gently to Blaine's neck just as he felt Blaine's hand wrapping around his waist, warm and wide and safe.

"We had a fight," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's neck. He wasn't sure why he said it; they both already knew that.

On the upstroke of his hand against Kurt's back, Blaine nodded. "We did," he said. He wasn't sure why Kurt had said it either, but it put it out there; it got it off their chests, saving them from what could've been a horribly tense sleepover.

"'Made me feel all wonky," Kurt confessed, pulling himself away from Blaine's neck to rest his chin on his chest, pouting up at him.

"You too, huh?"

Kurt chuckled gently, his fingers toying with the strap of Blaine's tank top. "Let's not do that again," he said, his voice stiff and serious like he really meant what he was saying. Kurt peered up at Blaine through his lashes, hoping he understood that he really meant it. That, Blaine, seriously, never again.

"Sounds like a plan," Blaine mumbled back, leaning forward to kiss Kurt's forehead. Kurt's face scrunched up in a grin, but he felt too warm. Being wrapped in Blaine's arms, in his hoodie, under his quilt in the humid April air of Blaine's room was too much. He squirmed his way out of Blaine's hold, pushing himself up so he was seated on the edge of the bed again.

"Heyyyyy," Blaine groaned in protest, his hands reaching feebly out to Kurt. "Come back," he pouted. Kurt shot him a grin over his shoulder before wrestling his way out of the Dalton hoodie.

"Too warm," he explained, tossing the offending garment to the floor.

"But I like it when you wear my hoodie..." Blaine whined and Kurt rolled his eyes. He stood from the bed, walking to where a stray t-shirt lay on the floor.

"I like it when I wear your hoodie, too," Kurt assured him, turning the t-shirt right-side out. "But it's too hot. I'll settle for your t-shirt instead."

Blaine smirked as Kurt flopped back down against him. "You forget that I'm here as well," Blaine teased. "Not just my clothing,"

Kurt smiled, flicking off the bedside light as he nestled his way back into Blaine's arms. "I guess I could settle for you, too,"

Blaine chuckled as Kurt rested his head back down on his chest, kissing him once more. "Brat," Blaine teased and Kurt snickered next to him.

"You looove me," he whined, his lips spreading into a grin that was all-too proud.

"I do," Blaine said, but he was serious. He knew Kurt was just playing with him, wanting to tease but he couldn't joke about loving him, at least not right now. "I love you, Kurt,"

"I know," Kurt mumbled. "But I love you too," Blaine smiled warmly, his eyes distant.

"I know,"