Thank you to my lovely friend Miranda for the idea for this!
This has been a weird drabble. I hope you like it, nonetheless.
Also have I told ya'll you're awesome recently? Because you are.
Sex Addict
"Blaine."
"Mmmph."
Kurt slaps his ass, a little harder than he intended. "You're getting the bed wet and sandy and icky!"
"I'm tired," he mumbles into the pillow. "Change the sheets later. Sleep now."
"Blaine." Kurt pokes his side. "Blaaaine!"
"Mmmph."
Kurt sighs. "No sex for a week," he tries.
"You know you wouldn't last that long, K."
He sighs again- Blaine knows him too well. "It's so hard being the sex addict in the relationship." He sits down on the bed next to Blaine, then lies down after accepting the fact that this set of sheets is doomed.
Blaine chuckles a little at his victory, and then takes a long, shuddering breath… and starts snoring.
Kurt is not even surprised at this point; he already figured out Blaine can fall asleep quickly and through any kind of noise or discomfort. So he settles for stroking Blaine's grimy, sticky hair and watching him sleep, snoring adorably into the pillow.
If this is the rest of his future on this earth, he doesn't care suffering through a thousand more ruined sets of sheets.