"I like this one," Kurt said as he lay on his back, arms neatly at his sides. Blaine flopped down next to him, laughing when Kurt's entire body bounced a few inches off the mattress.
"You can't know. Not until you lay like you always do," Blaine said as he curled onto his side, facing Kurt.
"This is how I lay," Kurt said pointedly, shooting a warning glare when Blaine muffled a laugh into his sleeve.
"Right," Blaine nodded solemnly, but his eyes sparkled. "C'mon, Kurt."
"Fine," Kurt gave an exasperated sigh and turned onto his stomach, letting his limbs sprawl a little. "Better?"
"Not quite," Blaine smiled, twining one of his feet in between Kurt's and reaching out for his arm, pulling it across and resting Kurt's hand on his face.
"I do not sleep with my hand on your face," Kurt argued, flicking Blaine's earlobe.
"I wake up every morning thinking I'm being attacked by a giant spider," Blaine giggled, blowing a raspberry on his palm and burrowing into the mattress a little.
"What do we think, gentlemen?" the salesman approached, an amused smile on his lips.
"We'll take it," Blaine said, voice muffled by Kurt's hand.