And now it was my grandpa who asked to read the things I write. Sigh.
Anyway, enjoy this fluffy piece.
Pillow Talk
They crawl into bed, sore from a wild afternoon, kiss each other goodnight and cuddle together. They pull the covers over their intertwined bodies- Kurt wanted to be the little spoon tonight, and how could Blaine refuse? He won't ever refuse to anything Kurt offers again.
So Blaine hugs him, buries his face in the back of his neck and lets sleep slowly take him under.
It's only when Kurt moves in his grip that he resurfaces- the sky is still dark outside their tiny window. Why is Kurt awake?
He lifts his head, blinking sleepily until his gaze focuses on Kurt's limp figure in his arms, hugging one of the throw pillows to his chest. He seems to be asleep, so Blaine lies back down on their shared pillow and falls back asleep with Kurt's warm, comforting body pressed against him.
When he wakes up again, Kurt is still sleeping, the throw pillow tucked under his chin with one of his hand securing it there. He sighs contently, stretching his legs as far as he can without disturbing Kurt. The sunlight seeping from the window is too much for his tired eyes, so he puts his face back against Kurt's neck, kissing lightly.
Kurt makes a quiet sound, and Blaine thinks oops, kissing again apologetically. Kurt whimpers again, rolling over- and almost onto Blaine- and settling with his head under Blaine's chin, the pillow still clenched tight in his arms. Blaine smiles and strokes a reassuring hand over the lax muscles of Kurt's back.
They lie in comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Kurt croaks in sleep-rough voice, "Missed waking up with you."
Blaine's heart clenches. "S-"
"Don't say sorry," Kurt stops him, his voice gentle. "You've said it enough yesterday. Just say good morning and ask me what I want for breakfast even though you know I want cereal and coffee and cuddle me a little more before we go shower."
Blaine takes a breath. "Good morning, baby. What do you want for breakfast today?"
Kurt rubs his nose against Blaine's clothed chest. "Just some cereal and coffee."
"Okay." He presses his face to Kurt's head, inhaling his sweet scent, and grips him tighter.
It's a few moments before Blaine disturbs the silence again. "You could've asked to be the big spoon, you know."
"Hmm?"
"You're hugging the pillow."
Kurt's arms tighten around it instinctively. "Oh. I didn't want to be the big spoon, though."
"Then why were you hugging it?"
Kurt doesn't answer immediately. "I just… I'm kinda used to it."
Blaine waits for him to continue, and he does.
"When you weren't… there… I wanted to hug something. And with time it just became a habit." Kurt stops for another moment, snuggles closer and waits for Blaine's arm to grip him closer before going on. "I didn't want to be the big spoon because I wanted you to hold me. This entire time… I had to be so strong, never let myself break, hold myself taut and tall. But I got tired. And I wanted you to hold me, keep me together, instead." Blaine opens his mouth, but Kurt stops him again. "Don't say sorry."
He purses his lips. Kurt strokes the pillow absently with his thumb.
"Shower now?" he asks hesitantly, mind still working a little bit slow.
"In a minute. As I said, I missed waking up with you."
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