Nights are the worst.
Most nights, she's okay. All she has to do is keep herself occupied.
Paint her nails, read Rizzles fanfiction… crap like that. But some nights… it's hard. Her mind wanders. And even the gayberry twins aren't enough of an annoyingly amusing distraction. She starts thinking about dangerous things like the warm body that's missing from her bed. The one she hasn't been able to sleep next to in months. And the one that's probably being touched right now by a guppy-lipped loser.
Tonight takes the cake. Kurt had to go and get her one of those stupid girlfriend pillows. And despite her looks of disdain, and the exaggerated roll of her eyes when she saw Rachel and Kurt clinging to theirs the entire night, here she is. She's hugging her own like this kind of thing is actually acceptable behavior for someone with her smokin' hot looks. She'd be embarrassed by this whole thing if her feelings would allow her to feel anything other than her current state of longing.
What's even worse is that this stupid pillow is somehow actually making her feel a little better. It's not wearing the right pajamas but the soft arm around her shoulder still does something. And if she closes her eyes and let's her mind pretend with just enough conviction…
Screw it. She loves the stupid thing. Maybe she'll go easier on Kurt and take a shorter shower tomorrow morning. Maybe…