Sudden weird idea I came up with… and decided it was worth a shot.
I just had the cutest picture of them in my mind, sleeping in a human pile with everyone on top of each other.
They're all in a hotel room together- maybe before/after nationals, I don't know.
Human Pile
Kurt woke up to scorching heat and strong pressure on his back. Shutting his eyes tighter, he tried to roll over- but there was something heavy and warm on top of him and he couldn't move. With a groan, he opened his eyes.
He was buried under a pile of sleeping people.
His head was in Blaine's lap, Santana's legs on his ass, Brittany's squashy upper body over his back, and Puck's head on the back of his legs (probably drooling, ugh) with someone lying on top of them- Sam? When he twisted his head to try and see who it was, he saw a few strands of blond hair, so it must've been Sam. Lifting his head, he could see Mercedes, who miraculously didn't get smashed under anyone, spooning Blaine.
He nuzzled Blaine's stomach, trying to wake him up.
"Mm, tickles."
"Blaine," he whispered. "Wake up."
"F've more min'tes, mom," groaned Finn. Kurt turned his head to try and locate him, and discovered he was being used as Santana and Rachel's pillow, Rachel hugging him from behind and Santana's head on his bicep; his arm was going to be numb as hell.
He nudged Blaine again with his nose- his hands were trapped under Santana's legs. Blaine's eyes finally blinked open, and when they focused on Kurt, he snorted, smiling sleepily.
"Don't laugh at me, asshole," complained Kurt. "Save me."
Puck jerked awake suddenly, lifting his head and pushing Sam's feet away from him. "Damn" was the first word that came out of his mouth. The first sentence was "Is everyone wearing clothes?"
Kurt buried his face back in Blaine's soft belly. "Yes," he groaned.
Slowly, everyone was waking up, mumbling about numb hands and legs and toes and pushing each other off. Sam was the first to fall off the king sized bed, being the one who ended up on top of the heap-of-people. He swore quietly and punched Puck in the arm. Rachel was the second, dragging Finn with her- in two seconds, they were asleep again, spooning on the carpeted floor. Santana resituated herself after the loss of her headrest, moving her legs- thank god- from Kurt's ass and pulling Brittany to snuggle with her. Mercedes rolled over to the other side, now lying in a fetal position against the bed's headboard, and Kurt, who was finally free of people on top of him, crawled carefully to Blaine and sank into his waiting embrace, kissing him lightly and falling asleep again, to be woken up later with a dozen of pillows thrown over them.