Alrighty, I'm leaving now and will be back in a week! Hopefully I can post before that, we'll see.
(Also this is completely unedited due to lack of time so I apologize for any mistakes)
My Bed Is Cold Without You
Blaine snores, Kurt's discovered. Not very loudly, but loud enough to wake him up if he's cuddled close. Kurt wordlessly starts sleeping with earplugs in, and smiles to himself each time he nuzzles Blaine's neck as they both drift off.
Kurt is a blanket stealer. Blaine wakes up confused the first night they sleep in the same bed, shivering, and wrestles the blanket away from Kurt so it can cover both of them again. When they move in together, he keeps another blanket under the bed- in case he pities Kurt too much in the middle of the night to take his blanket back.
Blaine… releases gas in his sleep. Instead of Kurt thinking it's gross, it makes him laugh so hard that it wakes Blaine up every time, and he refuses to tell him what's so funny.
Kurt talks in his sleep. It's never coherent sentences, just a few uttered words, but Blaine records it on his phone every once in a while, insisting to himself it's not creepy if he wants to cherish his adorable fiancé.
One night, after a big fight that leaves Blaine to sleep on the couch, Kurt makes it until three in the morning before he gives up and takes his blanket to the living room, only to find Blaine wide awake as well.
"I couldn't sleep without you," whispers Kurt. Without your chest to hug and your calm little snores.
"I couldn't sleep without you, either," Blaine replies and spreads his arms, inviting and warm and Kurt falls into his lap and lets himself sleep peacefully.
When Blaine wakes up cold that night, he smiles and doesn't take the blanket back- he rolls Kurt on top of him and holds him close.
"B'aine," Kurt murmurs, and Blaine is no longer cold.