college au where Kurt and Blaine are having regular casual hanky-panky in their dorm rooms
Kurt rolls over and moans, tugging the sheets a little higher around his naked shoulders and squeezing his eyes shut against the morning glow of his room. He doesn’t have class until midday and he intends stretch his sleep-in for as long as he can get away with.
He feels Blaine’s hand close gently around his shoulder and shake.
“Sleeping,” he growls, voice rough and thick.
The mattress dips behind him, Blaine’s hip warm against his shoulder blades and his palm skimming down to rest heavily on his waist.