Kurt wakes up with a start to his phone buzzing somewhere by his ankle. He blindly reaches for it without lifting his head up from his... oh, wait. Well, shit, that's not his pillow.
The phone flashes 1:06 AM and Kurt groans, feeling Blaine start to stir too, lifting his cheek from the top of Kurt's hair. Kurt reluctantly lifts his head from Blaine's chest, which apparently happens to double as a really comfortable pillow.
"Whazuh?" Blaine grumbles, stretching his arms out behind him and making some seriously adorable sleepy noises. Kurt has no idea when they fell asleep but there's a text book open in Blaine's lap and he's only slouched down a little on the bed, just enough that Kurt could fall asleep on his chest.
"It's, uh," Kurt yawns, stretching too. His back is a little stiff from being hunched over but Kurt already misses how warm Blaine was. And how good he smelled. "It's late."
"How la-- oh, hey, Kurt," Blaine says with a laugh, his voice still all rough from sleep and entirely too sexy. Blaine leans forward and presses a quick kiss to Kurt's cheek, brushing his thumb over the spot when he pulls back. "Button mark from my shirt," he says, smiling. "How late is late?"
"Three hours past curfew late," Kurt says, groaning. "When did we even fall asleep?"
"You fell asleep somewhere between chemical reactions and balancing equations," Blaine says, brushing his fingers over Kurt's cheek again. "I was going to keep studying and wake you up before curfew, but that apparently didn't happen," Blaine says, shrugging.
"Do you think we're going to get in trouble?" Kurt asks, already drafting up an explanation in his head for his dad.
"Nah," Blaine says, slumping back against the wall and pulling at Kurt's wrist until he settles back in against Blaine's chest. "Room checks never happen past 12, and everyone in The Warblers has a long standing tradition of covering for each other in situations like this. We're fine."
"You can't get back to your room, though," Kurt says, but he doesn't really mind if it means Blaine will stay right here and keep petting at Kurt's hair.
"Are you kicking me out?" Blaine asks, tugging gently at Kurt's hair until he tilts his head back to look up at Blaine.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Kurt answers.
"Then I see nothing bad about this situation," Blaine says, his voice getting lower and lower as he leans down to meet Kurt's lips. Kurt's neck is starting to seriously hurt from this position, but Blaine's kissing him sweet and soft and Kurt wants to stay here forever, cuddled up to Blaine in his bed, trading kisses. His stiff neck has other ideas, though, so Kurt grabs at Blaine's tie and pulls him along when he falls back on the bed. Blaine doesn't exactly put up a fight, but Kurt keeps tugging on his tie anyway, pulling until Blaine's settled on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress.
"Hi," Blaine says once they're settled in, his hand cupping Kurt's face and his thumb brushing along Kurt's cheekbone.
"Hi," Kurt says back, laughing a little before Blaine interrupts him with a kiss, sliding his hand into Kurt's hair and holding his head up. Kurt's still a little hazy from sleep and Blaine is warm and solid on top of him. Kurt's still holding onto Blaine's tie so he tugs again, wanting Blaine to be as close as possible.
"You do realize that if you choke me to death we can't make out any more, right?" Blaine asks, pulling away from Kurt's mouth and smirking down at him.
"You should take your tie off, then," Kurt says. "I can't make any promises." Blaine laughs and tugs his tie off, not even bothering to unknot it, just loosening it until he can pull it off over his head. The first two buttons of his shirt are undone and Kurt reaches up, trailing his fingers over Blaine's throat, his collarbone, the little triangle of chest that he can reach. "You should also lose the shirt," Kurt says, because Blaine's skin is warm and soft and Kurt wants to touch as much of it as possible. Blaine just laughs, shaking his head and ducking down to kiss Kurt quickly before he climbs off the bed.
