The loft was quiet. Only the soft sounds of people breathing as they slept. And a soft mumbling noise of the television in the living room as Blaine stirred enough next to Kurt that he figured getting up and grabbing a glass of water was probably a good idea before he woke up his fiance’. Bare feet slid into puffy, soft wool lined slippers and he shrugged into a dark crimson robe before pulling apart the ‘privacy curtain’ to Kurt’s room. One more glance to the man stretching himself out sleepily just to make sure he hadn’t done the opposite of what he was trying to do and Blaine was gone to the kitchen.
He’d nearly missed the back of Puck’s head creating a roundish shadow in front of the television he figured their friend had fallen asleep watching. “You’re still awake,” he whispered pulling the door to the fridge open, “Can’t sleep?” Thinking better, he grabbed the milk and snatched a box of hot chocolate off the top of the fridge before the space around him went dark again when he nudged the fridge closed with the back of his heel. “Want some company?” Though he was already grabbing two mugs and setting them next to the milk and box on the counter.
“Takes some getting used to. Doesn’t it?”
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