"Don't let me go!" Kurt squeaked, relying on Blaine's hold as he leant back for his bag. "You're all that's keeping me from landing flat on my face on the floor."

Awkwardly unzipping his bag from his strange angle on Blaine's lap, his fingers scrabbled around inside until they found what they were looking for. Sitting back up, he pulled his favourite scarf with him.

"I believe this belongs to you."