"Please Blaine, a few more minutes" Kurt was pleading. He tried grabbing at any part of Blaine he could.
Blaine leant down near the bed, fingers linked with Kurt's.
"Kurt, I'll see you in the morning. I'm just down stairs, I'm not going anywhere".
Somehow Kurt didn't seem convinced. He didn't know why he felt like this, but he just wanted Blaine. He needed Blaine's heat radiating off him. He needed to feel his arms locked around his waist.
A pout formed on Kurt's lips. He loved Blaine and Blaine loved him, he hated his dad's stupid rules. Why couldn't his boyfriend sleep in his room? Why did Blaine have to sleep on the stupid couch?
With a sigh, Blaine leant in to place a soft kiss on Kurt's lips.
"Goodnight Kurt, I'll see you in the morning"
"Goodnight Blaine" A smile formed on Kurt's face. God he loved that boy with all his heart. How had he gotten so lucky?
Blaine quietly walked down the stairs. Carole was at the bottom and politely greeted him.
"Hi, sweetie. Couch is all made; you got some spare blankets in the cupboard if you get cold, but you shouldn't need them. Now I'll leave you to get some sleep, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to let us know. Okay darling?"
Blaine was so touched by the sweet women standing in front of him. He honestly had never met anyone sweeter than the Hudson-Hummel's. Kurt was this amazing boy he had fallen head over heels for and his family were just the best. Blaine didn't really know Burt all that well, but he knew he was a wonderful father; Blaine respected Burt, and even though it scared the shit out of him, Blaine was really looking forward to getting to know Kurt's dad.
Kurt laid awake, unable to fall asleep. He slept alone every other night, but tonight was different. The boy he adored was right down the stairs. Kurt couldn't get his brain to shut up; all he wanted was to fall asleep so the morning would come sooner. He just wanted to be next to Blaine once again.
Unfortunately Blaine was having the same problem. He missed Kurt, he missed his touch. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the pillow, it smelt just like Kurt. Giving out a small sigh, Blaine tried to imagine Kurt's lips on his. Phantom lips travelled down his neck sucking on his pulse point. A soft moan formed in Blaine's throat. Opening his eyes slightly, Blaine remembered where he was. He had to stop his mind from imaging Kurt; he couldn't get hard on the Hudson-Hummel's couch.
By three o'clock Kurt had had enough, his boyfriend was down stairs, everyone else was asleep. He could sneak down there without anyone noticing, right? The thrill of doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to kind of excited him. Grabbing his phone and slipping on his slippers, he began to tip toe down the stairs.
Blaine was fast asleep, cuddling up with the pillow. He looked so adorable; it reminded Kurt of a small child. Kurt really did love that boy, everything about Blaine was perfect. From his adorable smile, to the way he walked or even the way he said Kurt's name. With a smile, Kurt headed back to his room; he couldn't wake someone who looked so peaceful. He knew Blaine was safe and that was all Kurt needed to shut his brain off and finally drift off to sleep.
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