Sometimes you just feel compelled to write snuggles, guys.


Blaine was getting a little worried about his fiance.

"Babe, what time is it?" he asked as he shuffled out to the living room, rubbing his eyes.

"Fine, yeah," Kurt said distractedly from his laptop. He had a huge final tomorrow – or technically later that day, since Blaine saw that the kitchen clock said 3:24 am – and he had been studying like a fiend ever since his shift ended at the diner earlier that evening. He hadn't even made small talk with Blaine over dinner, choosing to skim one of the plays he was being tested on instead.

"Kurt. Your final's in like six hours. You really need to get some sleep before then," Blaine said. He went and stood behind Kurt's chair, leaning down and putting his head on Kurt's shoulders.

"Once I finish rereading these notes," Kurt said, trying to dislodge Blaine without looking away from the screen.

"Rereading? Baby, how many times have you gone over these notes?" Blaine asked, standing back upright.

"I think this is the fourth time?" Kurt said, eyes still flitting rapidly over his notes. "I just want to be one hundred percent sure that I've got everything memorized."

"You've been studying this whole week, Kurt," Blaine said, hoping he didn't sound patronizing. "I'm sure you could ace this exam in your sleep – and you might have to, if you stay up all night reading notes you've already covered."

"But what if-"

"No," Blaine said. He put his hands on Kurt's shoulders and started rubbing slowly, working out the hard knots of tension. "Honey, you need to sleep if you really want to do well on this exam. I've seen some studies-"

"Yes. Studies. Like I should be doing right no- oooh, right there," Kurt said. He slumped under Blaine's hands, muscles relaxing, and let out a noise that Blaine could only call a purr. "That feels so good, B."

"And it will feel even better if you let me spoon you in our big, comfortable bed," Blaine hinted teasingly. He kept working his hands over Kurt's most knotted spots, knowing that Kurt was powerless to resist any suggestions that came during massage time.

"How is you manipulating me into cuddling fair?" Kurt asked, closing his word processor and turning his laptop off.

"Because you do the same when you give me head rubs," Blaine said, stepping back to allow Kurt room to push his chair out. "C'mon. I've been so cold sleeping all alone in our bed tonight."

"You liar, you're always feverishly hot in bed," Kurt said. He let out a long yawn.

"Ooh, tell me more," Blaine teased, turning down Kurt's side of the bed before crawling onto his own.

"Not what I meant, you jerk."

"Shhh. No more joking. Just sleep," Blaine said, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine pushed himself up on one arm to see that he was already sleeping deeply, curled up in a loose fetal position. Blaine just smiled and cuddled in close, rubbing a hand lightly over Kurt's arm before succumbing to sleep himself.

(Kurt got an A on that final. Blaine didn't stop gloating for a week.)