A/N: This is what happens when I can’t fucking sleep.

Blaine shifted yet again, rolling on his side, letting out a huff of irritation. The clock read 5:38 and he knew there was no hope for him. Tonight was one of those nights. There was no explanation, there was no other option. Tonight he wouldn’t sleep until he saw the sun shine in through his window.

“Blaine. Why are you still awake?” Kurt’s mumbled into his pillow, deadpan and clearly annoyed at being woken up for a fifth time.

“I don’t know, I can’t sleep,” Blaine dug his palms into his tired eyes, they felt heavy and weighed down from the lack of sleep. God, he wanted to sleep.

“I get that,” Kurt huffs, leaning up far enough to smack his pillow and collapsing over to his other side, facing Blaine, “Any particular reason?”

“No. I’d really like to sleep, but it’s not working,”

“Too many thoughts?” Kurt guessed, his eyes already drooping closed again.

“No, my mind’s blank…” Blaine turns to Kurt, is envious at how easily his eyes can slide shut and stay that way. “Sometimes I can’t sleep until I see the sun,”

Kurt struggles, blinking his eyes back open, “What?”

“I can’t sleep until the sun comes back up, sometimes. I don’t know why,” Blaine shrugs, thinks maybe he should have kept quiet.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Night is for sleeping,” Kurt says, as if he’s talking to a three year old.

“I know that Kurt, I can’t help it. It’s not a conscious choice, I don’t understand it anymore than you do.” Blaine breathes out a sigh, slightly annoyed at Kurt. I’m not an idiot, I know you’re supposed to sleep at night.

“But what do you mean, you can’t? What’s stopping you?” Kurt slides himself closer to Blaine, wrapping an arm around his waist in apology.

Blaine enjoys the warmth, the comfort it gives, so he presses back, just as close. “I don’t know Kurt, I’m tired. My body is tired, my eyes are heavy, my brain is buzzing, I want nothing more than to sleep, but something’s stopping me, in my head. It just wont let me fall asleep, not until the early hours of the morning. Not until the sun’s coming in through the window,”

“Maybe you were a worshiper of the sun god in a past life,” Kurt mumbles into Blaine’s shoulder.

It’s so ridiculous that Blaine actually laughs, “That’s insane, you’re half asleep right now aren’t you? You must not be thinking straight,”

“When am I ever thinking straight?” Kurt snuggles into Blaine, “Sleep with me Blaine. Please? Just curl up with me and close your eyes and snore,”

“I don’t snore!” Blaine elbows Kurt in the side, making him gasp and grin into Blaine’s shoulder.

“If you say so, Blainey. Just sleeeeeeep with me. Should I sing you a lullaby? I’d tire you out somehow but I can’t think of anything we could do that I have enough energy for at the moment,”

Blaine sighed, “Okay Kurt, I’ll sleep with you,” As if it were that easy.

“You’re just saying that,” Kurt frowned at him, “Hmm… I don’t know what else I could do. You laughed at my warm milk before, so I doubt you’d be up for trying that, even though I really think— Wait, Blaine, look!”

Blaine lifted his head from the pillow, looking blindly around the room, “Wha?”

“Your sun god has awakened, see?” Kurt pointed weakly towards the window, where the sky was turned a faint grey-blue color, a sign that the sun was indeed rising, “Does that mean you can sleep now?”

“Hmmm,” Blaine hummed in approval, taking one last glance out the window, he turned around to face the other direction, pulling Kurt towards him, “Finally,” he mumbled into Kurt’s neck, “G’night,”

“Good morning,” Kurt sighed, and drifted off to sleep, with Blaine snoring lightly behind him.