As much as Kurt dislikes working last minute overtime late at the diner, he always enjoys coming home to a quiet, cozy apartment to wind down after a hectic day. He kicks off his shoes at the entrance and smiles as he sees leftover dinner in the microwave all ready for him to heat up.

He picks at his dinner, barely keeping his eyes open and debating if he could fall asleep right at the table. But, deciding against the sore back he'd have in the morning, he finishes and tosses his plate in the dishwasher, practically sleep walking to the bedroom.

Kurt is way too exhausted for a shower, but he still forces himself to wash his face and brush his teeth. Tomorrow maybe he could persuade Blaine into a morning shower with him. Thank goodness tomorrow was Saturday and neither had anywhere important to be.

He digs out an old McKinley t-shirt and soft pajama pants, humming softly as Blaine snuffles in his sleep behind him. He closes the curtains on the busy New York streets, thankful that they are heavy enough to block many of the streetlights outside.

A worn Harry Potter book sits on Blaine's chest and black reading glasses sit precariously on his nose, one deep breath away from tumbling on the floor. Blaine tries to stay up for him on these late nights; and usually was successful, but in the home stretch of his senior year of college, Kurt could tell his husband was exhausted. Final papers and exams were only just beginning. But after two short weeks, he could say goodbye to exams forever.

Carefully, Kurt slides the glasses off Blaine's face and sets them on the nightstand, placing the book face-down to keep his place. Kurt notices Blaine still has his sticky notes from years ago all throughout it, no doubt marking important plot points and analyzing certain passages. That motion causes Blaine to turn over on his side as Kurt slides into bed himself.

Blaine snuggles closer to the center of the bed and flings his arm over suddenly as if to hug Kurt, but the motion instead causes Kurt to tumble out of the bed.

"AGH!" Kurt shrieks, now wide awake and on the floor of their room.

"AHH!" Blaine yells, bolting upright. "What happened!? Kurt?"

Kurt starts chuckling as he stands rubbing his hip. "I appreciate the love, sweetheart, but please don't kill me with it!"

"Oh my god Kurt are you alright? Did I seriously just push you out of our bed? I've always thought our sheets were slippery." Blaine laughs as he reaches out to help Kurt back into the bed. "Guess I don't know my own strength, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're soooo strong. Now come cuddle me without pushing me out of bed please?"

"Of course, dear."

They laugh as Kurt slides back into bed and allows Blaine to gently wrap his arms around him and tangling their ankles together.

"Where did you land? Your hip? You don't need ice or anything? Man, if you had hit your head on the nightstand..." Blaine asks, still worried.

"I'm fine, Blaine. It'll definitely be sore tomorrow, but I'll be alright."

"Do I need to kiss it and make it better?" Blaine asks, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's neck and then kissing his ear.

"Blaine, I'm supposed to be exhausted you can't do this right now," Kurt says, yawning for good measure. "Go to sleep."

"Alright, well, tomorrow morning I insist."

"Fine, if it'll make you happy..."

"Shh, time for sleep," Blaine says, squeezing Kurt lovingly and pretending to snore.

"Yes, dear."