Tina’s last day in New York City.  How did the time go by so fast?  Wasn’t it two hours ago when she got in?  Nope.  It’d been days and now she was due to go back to Brown later that evening and Blaine was determined to make her last hours here something to remember.  He had the day packed full until it was time to go to the airport.  Groggily walking through the loft after a way-too-early alarm–Blaine stopped beside the couch and tilted his head.  Could she fit herself any tighter against the back?  Least she looked comfortable?  Listening to her steady breathing made his eyes want to close again.  Heavy limbs pulled him closer.

Breakfast could get started a little later–yeah?   Kurt wouldn’t be ready to wake up for an hour or longer. Woe be to anyone who decided to interrupt his sleep after going an entire night without. Snuggling up to her was easy.  Big Spoon?  Thy name is Blaine Anderson!  The bridge of his nose fit against the back of her head and he didn’t even mind all the hair.  Sort of hard to mind much when this was so comfy and she was so warm.  “I’m going to miss you,” he mumbled quietly.  God, would he.  This was always the worst about reconnecting with the friends who drifted off.  That sad tug in his heart when he knew it was time to say goodbye felt awful. Hours, right?  They had hours. Shutting that thought away–Blaine held her a bit closer and let himself doze off.

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