Insomnia
Blaine hates it.
He hates it so bad.
He just wants to sleep. Sleep for an entire fucking night next to his fiancé and not wake up once, because he is fucking exhausted, his head hurt throughout the entire day, and he wishes he could just close his eyes and sleep for eight hours like a normal person.
But no.
He will wake up, at half past two, every single night, and lie awake in need for hours until he's able to sleep again.
Kurt notices after a few nights; he asks Blaine what's wrong, offers help. He cuddles Blaine when they go to sleep that night, and it helps- but he's still wide awake at three in the morning again.
He shuffles, uncomfortable with his numb arm and too hot, trying not to wake Kurt. He doesn't succeed.
"Mm, B, what's wrong?"
Blaine strokes away the stray hairs on Kurt's face. "Go back to sleep, sweetie."
Kurt frowns, his eyes barely open. "B-"
Blaine rolls them over so he's lying less awkwardly across Kurt's chest. "Sleep now, talk in the morning."
"Mmm." Kurt's breaths even out again, and Blaine knows he's asleep again, so he hugs Kurt's waist and kiss his warm neck.
It smells like home, and even though he knows he won't be falling asleep for a while, he can at least enjoy his stay.