Disclaimer: If I owned Glee... let's just say a few things would be different.
Spoilers: Set after 3.05.
Summary: Kurt doesn't want to leave.
Author's Note: Yes. It appears that I am, in fact, a sheep. Reaction-drabble.
Kurt knows he should really get up, go home. Even Finn is sure to notice if he doesn’t come home, and he really doesn’t trust Finn’s ability to keep that fact from their parents.
It’s just so hard to make himself move.
Blaine’s skin is warm and soft under his fingers, his lips, the edges between them blurred in the hazy afterglow. He could stay like this forever, drifting in this ethereal world where there’s no Kurt, no Blaine, just KurtandBlaine.
He tightens his arm, nuzzles closer.
He’ll move, he will. But for now, he’s going to stay right here.
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