It was the middle of winter, so it was only natural for you to get cold, unlike your boyfriend who was a walking furball. Kurt became your personal heater, more than happy to keep his arms around you at all times.

This time was no different. The morning began with a blizzard and you waking up due to Kurt sliding his hands under your t-shirt. He has been long awake, enjoying the feeling of you pressed against him.

"Wach auf, mäuschen," he murmured against your shoulder with a cheeky smile.