All's Well That Ends Well

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

(A/N: that picture is basically what the fort is supposed to look like okay bye)

"Hey, Bee? I'm back!" Kurt called into the quiet apartment, carrying four bags of an assorted amount of things Blaine asked him to get.

He heard Blaine's footsteps trudging down the hall before he saw him. "Did you get them?" Blaine's voice rang out excitedly behind him.

Kurt laughed and pulled a giant container of Red Vines put of a bag, setting it on the counter next to him. He then turned to face Blaine and was filled with adoration and surprise at the sight in front of him.

Blaine stood with wet hair, falling down in dark curls over his face, dripping onto the oversized red and gray McKinley High hoodie he wore- Kurt's hoodie.

"Is that my hoodie?" Kurt asks, suddenly feeling a lot better about what happened earlier. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised a teasing eyebrow at the boy in front of him.

Blaine immediately averted his eyes amd looked down at the hoodie, blushing lightly. "Well, I just- I got out of the shower and I didn't really have anything clean so I got this and... yeah, sorry."

"Oh, no, don't apologize, Bee. You could even keep it if you want, it looks better on you anyway." Kurt says without missing a beat, not being able to stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. Blaine just blushes harder and shrinks in on himself, making Kurt smile and notice how tiny he looked in the moment.

"Aww, Bee, you're blushing." Kurt teases, making Blaine roll his eyes at him.

"No 'm not..." He mumbles, willing the blush on his face to go away.

Kurt grins, satisfied and happy that he had the upper hand for once. "Enough of that. How 'bout we build that fort now, huh?"

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Some time later, the two boys had built a structure out of couch cushions and stools from the kitchen. The couch frame itself was used as a wall, pushed up closer to the TV. Blaine spent a good fifteen minutes looking for the extra sheets, but Kurt convinced him to just ask Sam.

Sam told him that they were at the top of the closet next to the bathroom, but not before telling him not to have sex in his bed.

Blaine disappears into the hall to go and retrieve the sheets from the closet, leaving Kurt alone in the living room, making sure the structure was stable enough to support the weight of the sheets.

It's noticeably silent for about five minutes, save for the sound of 'Wish You Were Sober' on the record player. Blaine had been quiet, too quiet, which was something that was extremely out of the ordinary. All he went to do was get a few extra sheets, he was taking a while.

"Blaine? You okay back there?" Kurt called from the living room, hoping Blaine could hear him. Only a few seconds later, he heard soft footsteps against the hardwood flooring and Blaine appeared in the corridor, a bit out of breath, pink flush set high on his cheeks. He mumbles something out, looking towards the floor, and Kurt can't quite make out what he said. "Can you repeat that, Bee?" He asks, staring at Blaine intently.

Blaine huffs and looks up at Kurt. "I couldn't reach them. The sheets, they were like, on the top shelf. I couldn't get them."

He was confused for a moment before realizing what Blaine meant. "Well you could have just asked for help." Kurt says sweetly, assuming that he could be able to reach them considering that he was a few inches taller than Blaine.