Because clothes sharing + Daddy!Klaine + kids in oversize clothes being adorable is a potent combination. ~950 words, G rated fluffy fluff.
Kurt had almost forgotten about the hoodie.
The hoodie was an ancient, too large NYADA sweatshirt, heathery gray with black screenprinting on the front. He had gotten it years ago as a door prize at orientation, and Blaine had tried to steal it the second he found it in the recesses of Kurt’s dresser because it looked so comfy and warm. Kurt had allowed him to have it for a while, but then one day he needed a hoodie, so he reclaimed it, much to Blaine’s consternation. Ever since then, it had passed between them like a screwy game of Hot Potato, one or the other of them taking it when they were especially cold or especially sad. Any day Kurt came home to Blaine curled up on the couch in the hoodie, limbs barely visible and pout firmly affixed to his face, he knew it was time to dig out their Dawson’s Creek box set and emergency cookies, and Blaine knew to unfreeze a cheesecake and find the Gilmore Girls DVDs any time Kurt was glaring angrily and clad in the hoodie.