I thought some snuggles would be necessary to get me through this Polar Vortex storm that's happening.
"Blaine? Honey, where are you?" Kurt called out, stretching onto his tiptoes to try to dust the tops of the kitchen cabinets in the loft. "I could use some help!" He knew his pint-size fiance wouldn't be much help for reaching the tall shelves, but he could at least spot Kurt as he climbed a chair to do it himself.
When Blaine didn't respond, Kurt set down his duster and started to walk toward their bedroom. He had sent Blaine there almost fifteen minutes ago to change the sheets – had he accidentally tripped and concussed himself? Was he currently being smothered to death?
Kurt discovered that the answer was far more mundane than that as he pushed the curtain aside to enter their room. Blaine was actually starfish-sprawled face down on their unmade bed, nose buried in the pile of their clean, worn-to-perfection sheets and a look of utter contentment on his face.
"Really, B?" Kurt asked. He crossed his arms over his chest, jutted his hip out, and raised an eyebrow, the picture of judging acerbity. "You're just getting the sheets all greasy again with your rock-solid hairdo."
"Shhh," Blaine said, unaffected by Kurt's (admittedly teasing) attitude. "Warm sheets. Smell good. Come snuggle." Blaine rolled onto his side and reached out for Kurt to join him, though he still left his head tilted toward the flowery scent of their cream-colored bedding.
"You've probably leached all the heat out of them by now," Kurt said, exasperated. He still went over to the bed and dropped down on his butt next to Blaine, catching his own whiff of the sheets as he did. "Mmm, these do smell nice, though."
"Yes, now come here," Blaine said. He pushed against Kurt's chest until he toppled over onto his back with a yelp. "Perfect." Blaine took that opportunity to snuggle into Kurt's collarbones and wrap as much of the sheets as he could around them.
"If you're going to force me to take time out of my meticulously planned spring cleaning schedule to snuggle, I have one demand," Kurt said. When Blaine gave him an encouraging grunt, he continued, "I get to be the little spoon!"
Kurt pushed at Blaine's torso until he rolled just far enough away that Kurt could roll onto his left side. The second Kurt was settled, Blaine cuddled up tight behind him, lips brushing against the back of Kurt's neck in an almost-kiss.
"I don't see how I'm losing out in this bargain, baby," Blaine said, not stifling a laugh very well. "I still have my gorgeous fiance and a pile of soft, clean sheets to cuddle in."
"Shhh. Warm sheets. Smell good. Come snuggle," Kurt parroted lazily back to Blaine. Blaine's shoulders shook with nearly silent laughter for a moment at that. By the time he recovered, Kurt was already napping hard and snoring lightly the way he did when he was truly exhausted.
"I knew your idea of Spring Cleaning-slash-Cramming for Finals week would get to you in the end," Blaine whispered. He couldn't keep a smile off his face as he got up and pulled their big knit blanket out of the trunk below the bed. Blaine shook it out and over Kurt before climbing back onto the bed and spooning again, shortly falling into a nap of his own.