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Everyone expected Kurt to be a drama queen even as he slept. It would not have surprised many people if Kurt could actually belt out show tunes (perfectly on key of course) literally in his sleep.

Well, perhaps that was a stretch.

One thing the people expected of Kurt was that he would have fabulous, stylish pyjamas to sleep in. Perhaps trendy, high end Marc Jacobs sleep pants, or maybe a robe made of some unknown, yet super luxurious fabric, or silk; silk pyjamas in a veritable rainbow of colours that shimmered and created their own nighttime pride flag. Blaine glanced down at the love of his life and studied him intently. Yes, people had certain, specific expectations of this slumbering miracle, even if they were a little understandable.

Blaine sighed, grinning happily at the dark ceiling of his – their – room. The shadows of the room crept higher as the night deepened and dawn threatened to approach; his closet stood open, long ago filled to the brim and overflowing with their clothes and now simply marked the space where things were supposed to go. Blaine idly traced patterns into the bare shoulder that presented itself to him, the owner of said shoulder had his adorable face snuggled under Blaine's arm.

Kurt sighed, his warm breath tickled Blaine's ribs and he tensed, expecting to wake the sleeping wonder next to him. He didn't stir, and Blaine resumed gently drawing on his shoulder with his calloused fingers. People expected Kurt's sleep wear to be as impeccable as the rest of his clothes. Blaine mused to himself what they would think if they saw what his boyfriend actually slept in. There were no fancy embellishments, it wasn't fine silk in royal colors, nor was it even remotely stylish. Blaine found it hilarious that his navy pinstripe pyjama pants were probably more fashionably than what Kurt wore to bed, his excuse that it was “exhausting to be this fabulous all day,” and he “deserved a little comfort.”

Still...

If anyone saw the American Eagle brand boxer shorts that Kurt frequently wore to bed (perhaps occasionally stealing Blaine's shirt if the night were cold enough); especially tonight, Kurt's glow-in-the-dark banana print boxer shorts that were a particular favourite of Blaine's. He really couldn't begin to fathom the reactions of their friends if they knew what Kurt chose to sleep in, but he knew it would be hilarious. Perhaps one day they would find out...

Kurt tightened his grip around Blaine's waist, urging him to join his boyfriend in dreamland. He was happy to oblige, sliding down to cuddle a little closer. For now, Blaine would keep this little secret all to himself.