So I had some Internet issues lately. Sigh. I'll be posting two drabbles tomorrow, though.

Happy Valentines to all! :) I hope you had a great day with your loved ones, whether your romantic partner or friends and family.

Oh, and happy one year anniversary to Klaine dry-humping in a car! Woo :D

Campfire

They stumble into their apartment, a little drunk and very exhausted, at three in the morning. The campfire was a lot of fun, but maybe just a bit too over the top. And perhaps lasted just a bit too long- they were among the firsts to leave.

Kurt just throws their bag on the floor and groans before walking in a zombie-like fashion to the bedroom; Blaine follows, thinking they're headed to the shower, but Kurt just flops onto the bed and closes his eyes.

"Kuuurt!" he moans and grips Kurt's ankle, tugging a bit and threatening to pull him off the bed. "You're getting sand and disgusting smoky smell on our bed."

"Tired," he replies into the covers. "Come cuddle with me and go to sleep!" he demands.

"No, Kurt, eww," he swats Kurt's ass. "Get up and get in the shower."

"But I don't wanna shower!"

"Kurt Hummel. Your pants are full of sand and you smell like smoke and salt. It's not attractive and you'll be revolted as well when you wake up in your sandy stench."

"But Blaaaaine!" he whines.

"What."

"… I just wanna sleep."

Blaine crosses his arms over his chest. "I'll tickle you."

Kurt rolls onto his side and curls in a fetal position. "I had three bears and a cupful of unrecognizable Santana-punch; I'm pretty numb at this point."

"Then- then no sex for a week."

He laughs. "You would never last that long."

Blaine sighs- he's totally right. "You're so gonna regret this in the morning," he mumbles, slipping his shoes off and crawling onto the bed to lie next to Kurt.

"I know. Sleep."

It's too hot to cuddle, and Blaine's too tired to move anyway, so he just takes Kurt's hand in his and squeezes.

"You have sand between your fingers," he complains.

"Shut up and sleep, B."

"Okay." He shuts up for a moment and then whispers, "You really do stink."