Kurt's pov

I have a problem. Me and my new boyfriend, Blaine, have been dating for 3 months. That's not the problem of course but the problem is that I'm a cuddle whore. You would think that because I get beat up everyday that I wouldn't want people to touch me. I think that touching someone in a kind way is a form if safety and love. I remember when I was little and my mom would rock me in her arms as she read me stories or hold me in her arms when I fell off my bike and scraped my knee. I remember when she died when dad would come in my room and hold me in his strong, protective arms. When Blaine first hugged me I felt safe in his arms. I never wanted to leave them. I realize that I became obsessed with cuddles. I would come home from school and cuddle next to my huge pillow at night. I imagine it's Blaine holding me tightly. I have always dreamed of a man I fell in love with holding me while I drift off to sleep. I think that Blaine might not want to cuddle me or thinks its weird. I might even scare him off with my ridiculous cuddle hunger. I try to keep our touching to holding hands and holding cheeks when we kiss and quick hugs but nothing more than 10 seconds. Soon though it gets to me. I watch him work out in the school gym while I do homework. It's almost hypnotic to see his muscles move like this. I keep my head down to hide my blush.

"Hey beautiful what ya doing?" Blaine asks while looking at me.

"Nothing." I lie while I doodle in my notebook our names in little hearts.

"I'm gonna get cleaned up and we can head to your place. If you want to go there." He says while drying his face.

"My place is fine." I reply while packing my things.

He smiles at me and kisses my jaw lightly. I giggle slightly as he walks away. 5 minutes later Blaine walked out in his grey tee-shirt and jeans and takes my hand. We walk to the car and drive to my place. We go to my room and study for test this week. I look up slightly to see Blaine leaning on the headboard to my bed and mouthing words from his biology book. I shake slightly in hunger to cuddle in his chest. All I want to do is wrap my arms around his waist, my legs around his hips and snuggle in his neck. I have been fighting my urges for weeks. I can't take it anymore.

"Oh screw it." I mumble under my breath and move my books from my lap.

I grab the book from Blaine's lap and wrap my arms around his waist, legs around his hips and stuff my face in his neck. I hum happily at his warm skin. His arms instantly wrap around me and I grin like an idiot.

"Kurt, what wrong?" He ask worriedly.

I nuzzle my face deeper in his shoulder and sigh in content. I close my eyes and let his warmth surround me. I sink deeper in his arms and drift off to sleep. Before I can fall into pure sleep, I feel his hands run up and down my back.

"Kurt. Are you ok?" Blaine asks.

"I'm fine. I have to tell you something." I whisper to him.

"Which is?" He asks.

"I'm a cuddle whore. I love cuddling. I love being cuddled. I didn't want to scare you with my obsession so I try to restrain myself from touch you for a long time so I wouldn't scare you. I dream of you cuddling me. I couldn't help myself. You can leave now." I explain while stuffing my face deeper in his neck.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" He asks.

I shrug lightly at his question.

"You're doing it wrong. Get you jacket off." He says while getting my jacket off.

He takes my jacket off and moves me gently so my head is on his chest. I hear his strong heart beat in my ear. I fall asleep as he runs his fingers in my hair. He hums Teenage Dream in my ear softly. I wake up 3 hours later to still be in his arms. His face is buried in my hair and his fingers ghost lightly over my back. Our legs are tangled together and his warm breath is in my ear. I fall back to sleep in his warm embrace.