So it was late. Fluff usually happens when I'm writing late at night.
Sleep
It was long before they were living together that Blaine discovered Kurt's … interesting tendencies when it came to sleeping. They did have many platonic (and not so platonic) sleepovers in their high school days.
So when they moved in together, he expected it.
And Kurt didn't fail him. Every night he would move his feet, back and forth, back and forth, over the sheets, as if he's doing it involuntarily, until he fell asleep. He'd never sleep without the blanket pulled up to his chin, no matter how hot it was. They would usually fall asleep cuddled, but when Blaine woke up, Kurt would be curled into a tiny ball, always on his left side.
He never asked, just snuggled closer behind him and woke him up with a soft kiss to his neck, or glanced at the clock and decided to let himself drift off again.
Until that night when Kurt was so stressed it was visible with every movement he made. He even meditated before going to bed, which he rarely did. Blaine knew it was that deadline tomorrow, but he wasn't going to let it drive Kurt out of his mind.
They were snuggled in bed together- Kurt was too stressed to even have sex, so Blaine just nodded and offered they'll head to bed early anyway- with Kurt's head on Blaine's chest.
His feet, moving back and forth in a windshield-wiper motion, met Blaine's shin and then jerked away.
"Sorry."
"S'okay," murmured Blaine.
He didn't stop. The tips of his toes were cold when they collided with Blaine's leg again.
"Sorry."
Blaine stroked his ruffled hair, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Why do you do that, though?"
"Do what?" Kurt's voice was swallowed in Blaine's t-shirt.
"Move your feet like that."
He stopped, his skin buzzing from the friction. "It calms me."
"Mm." Blaine moved his hand to the small of Kurt's back, drawing slow patterns on it with gentle fingers. "You do that even when you're not nervous, though."
"Do I?" he breathed into Blaine's chest.
"Yeah. You didn't notice?"
"Nope." Slowly, he started swaying his feet again. "Huh."
"Wha'?"
"You know me," he giggled and sang, "better than I know myself…"
Blaine smiled into his hair, inhaling his scent. "Shut up," he said lovingly
Kurt kept humming the tune for a few more seconds, his feet never ceasing to move- now he was rubbing one of them over Blaine's calf. Then his hum died suddenly, and he lifted his head to look into Blaine's eyes, wearing his worried frown.
"You're not mad because I didn't want to have sex, right? It's just that I'm really nervous and I don't think I could even get it up-"
Blaine shut him up with a kiss. "Honey. We have sex all the time. I get that you're anxious and tonight you don't want to. That's cool. You'd have every right to throw me out of this bed if I told you it wasn't. Now relax, and sleep. Having bags under your eyes tomorrow isn't going to help your nerves."
Kurt put his head back down on Blaine's chest with a groan. "You're too perfect, you know that? How do you even exist?"
Blaine just grinned, placing his nose back in Kurt's hair, and pulled up the blanket until it reached Kurt's neck.
"Who even cares," muttered Kurt. "You're my perfect prince."
"Sleep, you silly boy," said Blaine affectionately.
"Goodnight," he sighed, content.
"Goodnight." He kissed his head again, and they slowly drifted to sleep.
When Blaine woke up, it was still dark outside. Kurt was, as usual, in a little ball on his side of the bed.
So Blaine rolled over to hug him from behind, surrounding him with a warm embrace.
"My perfect prince," Kurt mumbled, and Blaine chuckled.
"I love you, too."
I have a thing for ending fics with "I love you, too", don't I?
Anyway, Kurt was humming Better Than I Know Myself by Adam Lambert, blah blah blah, check it out, blah blah blah.
Have wonderful day/night, wherever you are, my lovelies! Mwah :*