3rd POV
It was around 4 am. Kurt was curled up in Blaine's bed, sleeping soundly. His body looked like he was missing a part of him, a puzzle piece to fit him if you will.
The whole penthouse was dark. The only light was coming from the living and the bed room. The dark purple curtains danced around as the wind blew them. Soft moon light shines through the room. In the bedroom it bounced off of Kurt's face, making him glow porcelain.
The door unlocked and clicks of Italian leather shoes walked in. The smell of condensed air, and a floral scent of some sort filled the air as he walked in. His once gelled hair broke out into curls. The bags under his eyes, screamed he was tired and has been stressed.
He reached the bedroom, a soft chuckle escaped his lips and curled in a smile. He placed his bag gently down and went into the bathroom, stripping of his expensive suit and getting in to much comfortable clothes.
He couldn't care much of using the rest of the facilities or products he had. So he climbed in the bed, his spot was obviously cold from not being occupied.
On instinct his body held the fragile younger boys, who was still peacefully asleep.
Like a puzzle piece they clicked.
Kurt's body knew before his mind did.
Blaine was Home.
A/N
Im sorry this is so short, finals are coming up so I'm very sorry. I'll spam soon.
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Sleeping With The Enemy
FanfictionKLAINE AU Kurt's 21 an intern at Vogue, Blaine's 32 the Head of Vogue. Kurt hates Blaine with a passion, he has him run around doing stupid things, and never letting him help out. One New Years Eve goes a little out of the ordinary.
