December 2: BED
Despite their most valiant efforts, Kurt and Blaine could not warm themselves up enough. They tried lighting a fire in the fireplace, drinking steaming coffee, and even doing aerobics to get their blood pumping. At last, they went to bed in their warmest flannels with frozen limbs and chattering teeth. They hopped under the sheets and curled up against one another, sharing frozen breaths.
"G-goodnight Blaine." Kurt mumbled, shaking.
"Goodnight K-Kurt."
After several minutes, their body heat started to make the bed comfortable for sleeping and Kurt began dozing off. Peaceful thoughts carried him to unconsciousness: fields, oceans, sunsets—
Ice.
Kurt's muscles tensed as the cold air washed over his body. He felt the blanket being pulled away from him, to where his husband's sleeping figure was rolling and pulling it with him. Finally Blaine settled facing away from Kurt.
Oh no you don't, mister, Kurt thought. He reached a hand to clutch the corner of the blanket and tugged it, fighting for it from under Blaine's body. He succeeded and threw it hurriedly over himself and turned over to let the warmth cover him. With a grin, he closed his eyes again.
This time it was Blaine's turn to be stirred from sleep. His eyes snapped open at the draft that was caused by the sudden ripping away of the blankets.
"Kuuuurt," he moaned. No answer came and Blaine huffed, teeth clattering together. "Kurt, I'm cold."
"S'not my problem," Kurt's groggy voice replied. Then silence. After a few minutes (that, in Blaine's opinion, felt like hours), he started to slowly pull the blanket back towards himself, trying not to wake Kurt. Just as soon as he managed to gain some of it back, Kurt ripped it away from him again.
"Kurt!" Blaine sat up now, pouting and frankly more annoyed than anything. He yanked the blanket from his side, giving up on being careful. "You're hogging the blanket!"
Kurt rolled over and frowned in the dark. "You stole it first." He glared.
"Just give me the blanket!"
The two men clawed and bickered over the blanket until Blaine got up out of bed and marched toward the door.
"Fine, you keep the blanket. I'm going to sleep on the couch." He fumed on his way out, leaving Kurt with the warm blanket, who stared wordlessly out into the hallway. He felt bad, now that it had escalated so quickly. Sighing, Kurt also got out of bed and went to retrieve Blaine from the couch.
"Blaine, come back to bed." He pleaded.
"No."
Kurt frowned. "Please? I'll give you the blanket." Silence.
"…Really?" Blaine's voice was a whisper, much like a child's.
"Yes," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Really."
"Hmm… Alright. I'll come back to bed then."
Blaine rose, grinning, and ran into the bedroom. Kurt heard the springs bounce and giggled softly to himself.
"Honey, we do keep extra blankets in our closet. You know that, right?" he smirked.
Blaine's smile appeared from where it was previously buried underneath the covers. "Yeah but that's never as much fun as sharing with you."
Kurt just laughed and rejoined his husband in bed, pressing himself against him, this time for much more than just heat.