A/N: Written for a prompt I saw posted but which someone cut and pasted into my inbox -
Imagine your OTP in bed after a fight, facing away from each other. They both begin to feel guilty about the quarrel, and roll over to apologize… at the same time. They do it so abruptly that they bump their heads together. After being dazed for a few moments, they giggle and kiss, twining their legs together and snuggling. They quietly murmur their apologies and endearments to each other until they fall asleep.
"Fuck you!" Kurt yells. He rushes through his nighttime skin care regime in order to make it to bed before Sebastian does.
"Not tonight, princess," Sebastian sneers, watching with dark eyes and a smug smile as his boyfriend brushes quickly past him.
"Ha!" Kurt barks, high-pitched and bitter. "You wish, asshole!"
"You wish." Sebastian volleys back.
"That's original," Kurt calls out, climbing into bed and burrowing beneath the comforter.
"Yeah, well…" Sebastian leans his head out the bathroom door to continue the fight but he's stymied by an uncharacteristic lack of a good retaliation. "Uh…"
"Yes?" Kurt peeks out from the burrito he has wrapped himself in, his tone mocking as he waits for Sebastian to come up with an appropriate barb to toss his way. The longer Sebastian stumbles over his thoughts, muddied by anger and a touch too much absinthe, the wider Kurt's conceited grin becomes. "Yup, that's what I thought," Kurt says victoriously, bundling himself back up in the comforter and chuckling drily.
"Grrr…" Sebastian growls. His hands shake, eyes burning as he brushes his teeth, scrubbing so hard into his gum line that he begins to taste blood. He spits a mouthful of pink-tinged toothpaste into the sink and shoves his toothbrush into its holder. "Kiss my ass, Kurt!" he roars, storming out of the bathroom and running into the wall in front of him, his head swimming. He stumbles into their brightly lit bedroom (Kurt made sure to turn every conceivable light on before he climbed into bed in order to irritate Sebastian's headache further) and collapses onto his side of the bed.
Kurt pulls the comforter tight around his body and rolls on his side away from his boyfriend, keeping as close to the edge of the bed as possible without spiraling off onto the floor.
Sebastian's not in the mood for Kurt's shit, his irrational fury or his diva attitude. He doesn't even want to look at him. He reaches blindly behind his back for his end of the comforter, but it's been pulled towards the center of the bed with barely any actual blanket left for him to use. He finds it and grabs it, tugging hard, trying to dislodge his stubborn boyfriend from the blanket, but no matter how hard he pulls, Kurt doesn't budge. Sebastian yanks with all his might, but Kurt yanks back, and the heavy blanket slips through Sebastian's fingers.
"Fine, you little bitch," Sebastian huffs. He slumps onto the mattress and wraps an arm around himself for warmth. "Have it your way."
Sebastian kicks his feet, then gets the bright idea to weed them into what's left of the comforter on his side, trying at least to keep his feet warm. Kurt senses the interloping appendages and pulls the blanket harder, uncovering Sebastian's feet and leaving him completely blanket-less on his side of the bed. Sebastian pulls his knees up to his chest, desperate to trap whatever's left of his body heat. He shivers once or twice until he is forced to pull his arms inside his t-shirt. He already knows that between his pounding headache and the steadily plummeting temperature in the room that he's not getting any sleep tonight, but it's all he's got to work with, especially since Kurt refuses to listen to reason.
Kurt rolls back and forth on his side, searching for a comfortable position. He normally lies in the center of the mattress beside Sebastian with his head resting on his boyfriend's chest, so sleeping alone(ish) on his side is not exactly ideal. He thinks he finds a happy medium between alternating weight on his hip and resting against his elbow in such a way that only part of his body goes numb, and he sighs deeply inside the blanket. It's not exactly conducive for sleeping but it's going to have to do, especially if Sebastian is dead set against apologizing.
The men settle into their own separate realms of discomfort, hoping for sleep to come quickly, knowing it's nowhere in sight.
The room becomes silent, and the silence becomes tense.
Kurt sighs, loud and long, hoping that it might provoke some sort of reaction from his less-than-pleasant boyfriend, but Sebastian doesn't get the hint, or if he does he's blatantly ignoring it.
Sebastian's teeth begin to chatter and he ducks his head inside his shirt to join his arms, but the overcrowded article of clothing starts to rise up his back, exposing more skin, allowing the air around him to steal his heat.
Kurt feels the bed shake slightly with every tremble of his boyfriend's body and deep inside his chest, his heart hurts. He knows Sebastian. He's too stubborn to concede defeat, to accept the fact that he's lost. He'd probably prefer to freeze than admit that he was wrong. Kurt has every right to be upset, so why should he give in and extend the first olive branch? He is completely, undeniably, 100% not at fault.
So, why does he feel like shit?
"You know, I wouldn't be pissed if you would have just told me that your ex would be there," Kurt repeats for the 800th time that night.
The words hit Sebastian like a broken, splintered bat that Kurt's been using to pound away at his head all night long. He flails out from his t-shirt, arms fighting to find their way through the sleeves. He kicks his legs and pounds the mattress with his fists – a 32-year-old toddler having a tantrum.
"I told you already I didn't know he'd be there!" Sebastian whines with aggravation.
"How could you not know?" Kurt argues with his back still turned. "This was Hunter's engagement party! Hunter's your best friend! How could you not know that he was inviting Michael?"
"Because," Sebastian groans through clenched teeth, "he invited about a thousand people, and Michael was Hunter's friend long before we hooked up, AND contrary to whatever you believe he didn't clear the guest list with ME before we agreed to attend."
Kurt sighs, feeling what's left of his ire dissolve into the ether.
"You're right," Kurt agrees softly. "You didn't know, and…and maybe I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you, and thrown my drink in your face in front of everyone."
"You think?" Sebastian snaps back over his shoulder with less venom than embarrassment at the memory.
Kurt feels a lingering ember of his fury ignite.
"W-well, you shouldn't have left me to go off and get drunk!"
"I was pissed at you, Kurt!" Sebastian yells. "I didn't want to be around you!"
"Yeah, well…Michael sure did," Kurt says, sniffling.
Sebastian glances over his shoulder to get a glimpse of Kurt's face, but all he can see is his boyfriend's hunched back aimed his way.
"Wh-what do you mean?" Sebastian asks.
Kurt shifts uncomfortably in his cocoon to relieve the pressure on his tingling arm, but doesn't say anything.
"Kurt?" Sebastian asks, hoping to lure him out of his shell. "What happened between you and Michael?"
Kurt shifts again, but this time it's to wipe a few tears off his cheeks.
Sebastian starts to become anxious when Kurt doesn't answer.
"Kurt?" Sebastian whispers.
"Let's just say I didn't realize that the two of you had such an exciting and varied sex life," Kurt says.
Sebastian closes his eyes.
"Fucking Michael," he mutters, his mind now veering in the direction of multiple ways he can think of to exact a long-lasting and painful revenge.
"I mean, hot-air balloons, subway cars, the backseat of a Greyhound bus…" Kurt's voice breaks but he continues. "I tried to give you a hand job under the table at Callbacks and you pitched a fit."
"That's because that's not what I want our relationship to be about," Sebastian admits, keeping his hands balled into fists, imaging in his head the first place on Michael's body that he intends to pummel. "And the only reason why Michael even told you any of that stuff is because he's jealous."
Sebastian turns his head and sees Kurt reach a trembling hand out of the blanket, grope across the bedside table for his packet of tissues, and bring it back inside the blanket. He smiles.
"Why is he jealous?" Kurt mutters, blowing his nose delicately into his tissue.
"Because what he and I had wasn't real," Sebastian explains, "and the moment I realized it, I left him for something a helluva a lot better."
"Really?" Kurt blows his nose one more time. "And what was that?"
Sebastian reaches a hand back to touch Kurt's hip.
"You," Sebastian says.
Kurt goes quiet; even his small sniffles stop. Sebastian holds his breath, waiting for Kurt to do something, to say something. He hears shuffling behind him and Sebastian rolls over in the hopes that his boyfriend is doing the same…which he is. Kurt unrolls from the blanket quickly, scooting half-way across the bed to the center, and smacks right into Sebastian rolling over to meet him. Foreheads collide with a sickening crack, and both men groan.
"God!"
"Jesus Christ!"
Kurt rubs his head frantically with his fingers while Sebastian stays still, stunned from the blow, his vision tilting and spinning. Kurt's swollen, red eyes flick up to Sebastian's face, and he bursts out in a sputtering laugh at the sight of his boyfriend staring cross-eyed up at his own forehead, trying to see the bump blossoming there.
Sebastian looks back at Kurt, grimacing with pain, but his green eyes shine nonetheless.
"It's not funny," Sebastian pouts. Kurt's laughter dies down, but his smile remains.
"You're right," Kurt manages between chokes of laughter. "It's not funny."
Sebastian realizes suddenly that Kurt is lying in front of him, a mere foot away. He hurriedly wraps his arms around Kurt's body, searching for his heat. Kurt reaches back and takes hold of the comforter, throwing the end over Sebastian in an effort to warm him up.
"I'm sorry," Sebastian says, leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of Kurt's nose. "I shouldn't have left you alone with that asshat."
"It's okay," Kurt says, unconvincingly. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have gotten so mad."
"It's understandable," Sebastian admits, kissing Kurt again, this time below his ear, "but please say that next time you'll talk to me first before you try to drown me with a margarita?"
"You wouldn't have drowned," Kurt replies dismissively, "but I promise."
Sebastian slips his ice-cold hands beneath the waist band of Kurt's pants, palming Kurt's ass and delighting in the tortured yelp and jump that forces him closer to Sebastian's body. Sebastian continues pecking a path of kisses down Kurt's neck, sneaking his hands between Kurt's legs to warm them up.
"So, you wouldn't let me give you a blow job in a movie theater, even if I really wanted to?" Kurt asks, snuggling closer to his boyfriend, actually enjoying the subtle tingle of Sebastian's cool hands moving gently up his inner thighs.
"I think I would," Sebastian says, "but for right now, I have plans for us." He sighs against Kurt's skin before claiming his mouth, content for now to lay beneath the blanket and kiss his boyfriend until they both fall asleep.