"Mmm," Blaine groaned, flopping face first onto the couch. He heard chuckling above him and curled his arms around a cushion. "Never moving again," he mumbled.
"I wasn't going to ask you to," Kurt said, reaching down to tug gently on Blaine's hair. "Well...not really anyway."
Blaine groaned again.
Kurt knelt down next to him, reaching out and resting a hand on his cheek. "Open your eyes for a minute, please?"
Blaine forced one eye open.
"I know you're going to fall asleep within a few minutes...but take a look at the floor."
Blaine levered himself up a little and peered around Kurt. A small mountain of blankets and pillows was arranged in front of the fireplace - just enough space for the two of them to lie down together and be comfortable.
"Come cuddle with me?" Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine through his eyelashes.
Blaine sighed. "You're lucky I love you so much," he said, groaning again as he forced himself upright. "Help me up?" he asked, lifting his arms a little.
Kurt shook his head. "Do I need to carry you, too?"
Blaine glared at him, and Kurt laughed, rising to his feet and tugging Blaine to his feet. The two of them stumbled over to the makeshift bed, Kurt laying down first and tugging Blaine down on top of him. Blaine wriggled a little, mumbling into Kurt's chest before settling on top of him with a heavy sigh.
"Better?" Kurt asked, his arms wrapped loosely around Blaine's waist.
"Mmmhmm," Blaine sighed. One of his hands slid up to cup Kurt's cheek, his thumb brushing gently over Kurt's lips. "I'd kiss you, but I don't think I can move anymore," he mumbled.
Kurt chuckled, his chest shaking with the sound, and unclasped his hands to reach for one of Blaine's, wrapping it in his and pressing a gentle kiss to the ring on his finger.
"You can wake me up with kisses, then," he whispered, dropping Blaine's hand and threading his fingers through Blaine's hair. "Happy Thanksgiving, my love."