It's around midnight when you found yourself in your boyfriend's small room, laying in his small twin bed that was in the corner of his room. The monitor's light in front of you casted onto your form as the rest of the room surrounded you with darkness. Behind you, Kurt had his arms wrapped around your stomach, his hands lazily clamped around a controller as his chin rests against your shoulder, focused on his game all while basking in your comfy figure.

"Sh-.. Fuckin' camper. Once I kill this stupid noob, I'll.. I'll like- give you a massage or something." Kurt murmurs against your shoulder, his greasy hair brushing and tickling against the side of your face as the sound of buttons clacking fills your ears. You could hear the slight hush in his voice every time he swears. Even when his mom isn't home, he always has the habit to keep his cussing volume to a murmur.