She’s not sure how much time has passed, but sometime later, Rachel feels a hand on her shoulder, and a hushed voice saying, “Rach, wake up for a minute.”
She grunts a little, rolls over on her stomach.
“Rachel.” The voice is more insistent and she cranes her neck and cracks her eyes open.
Kurt’s face comes into view. “Here, sweetie, sit up for a second.” Two more strong arms cradle her, helping her prop up a bit, and she feels a soft washcloth, wet with warm water, sweeping across her chest. He’s gentle with it, careful of her breasts and her nipples, and she’s never been handled like this before. It’s how she thinks floating on a cloud would feel.
He puts the washcloth away, and holds a glass in front of her. It smells like juice.
“Drink that,” Blaine’s voice comes soft in her ear. “Then you can sleep.”
“Not thirsty,” she says, but realizes her mouth’s as dry as cotton and she’s trembling a little. “Okay.”
Kurt brings the glass to her lips, tips it just enough for the sweet liquid to flow into her mouth, and she realizes it’s the orange pineapple juice she’d gotten the week before. She drinks slowly, savoring it, and when it’s gone, she falls back against Blaine’s chest.
“Can I sleep here?” she asks, bleary-eyed.
“‘Course you can,” Blaine answers, pulling the covers over all of them as Kurt climbs in beside Rachel.
Curled there, content and warm, she eases back into sleep with Kurt's arm draped over her waist and her hand on Blaine's stomach.
* * *
Morning light. Warm, smooth skin against his chest.
Kurt opens his eyes; snow's coming down, a light flurry outside his window.
He shifts and Rachel sighs against him, curls closer, tugs at Blaine.
He drifts away to the quiet land of dreams again.
* * *
Rachel's up.
"My god, I'm starving!" she exclaims, sitting up and pulling blankets with her. Blaine grunts unhappily, grapples for the comforter drifting too far down his body, exposing him to cold.
Kurt blinks, sleepy, on the other side of the bed, smiles at him. Blaine reaches out his hand behind Rachel's bare back and feels Kurt's fingers land in his palm. All he wants to do is cuddle.
"We should go to brunch!" Rachel says, and four hands grab her two arms, Blaine on one side and Kurt on the other, to pull her back down to the bed. Blaine smiles over her at Kurt, content to know that yeah, they're really on the same page.
"Cuddles first," Kurt says strictly, "brunch later."
Blaine reaches over Rachel to get to Kurt, and wow, boobs are lots more awkward in daylight, when he's sober and not really turned on.
But Rachel sighs contentedly between them and Blaine can't bring himself to hurt her feelings, not after last night. So he scoots up in the bed, tucking his chin on top of her head, and Kurt does the same and they share a sweet kiss. Blaine murmurs his love against Kurt's lips as Kurt strokes a hand through his hair, and they bump noses before sliding down and each planting kisses on Rachel's cheeks.
* * *
Later, when they're finally out of bed and dressed, and the sheets are in the wash in the basement, Kurt and Blaine share a huge piece of quiche while Rachel sips on a smoothie, flexing and extending her sore legs.
"So," she starts, feeling awkward. "That was fun."
"Mmm," Kurt says, and shares some secret look with Blaine that Rachel doesn't know how to translate. Their language is entirely their own, but even when she can't understand it, she can see how beautiful it is.
"But ... it's not going to become a thing, is it?"
Blaine looks up. "A thing?"
"You know. A thing. That we do. Because -" She pauses, blushes, looks down at her smoothie. "Well, if I do much more of that, you guys are going to ruin me for all other men, ever.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be a thing that we do,” Kurt says. “But - I’m not entirely opposed to having it as an option. Sometimes. Just - for fun, you know?”
Blaine grins widely, nudging him on the shoulder. “You liked it.”
“No shit, Blaine,” Kurt says, blushing furiously. “I mean, it didn’t turn me, but I came my brains out twice, didn’t I?”
“Mmm, so did I, but Rachel’s got us both beat on that count,” Blaine smirks, and she kind of wants to crawl under the table. It’s so much more awkward, talking about it in the daytime at the table.
“True, you lucky little minx,” Kurt says, sliding his bare foot across hers. “Next time - if there is a next time - we’ll have to get out that vibrator of yours and see what you can really do.”
“Oh my god you did not just say that,” she says, burying her face in her hands.
“What? If I could have unlimited orgasms, I’d take full advantage,” Kurt says.
“If you could have unlimited orgasms, I’d never let you leave our bed,” Blaine nearly growls, his arms sliding around Kurt’s chest, his lips latching onto his neck.
“They’re not unlimited!” Rachel squeals, and both boys look at her.
“Have you ever tested it to see?” Kurt asks slyly.
“Well, no, but -”
“Until you do, I consider them unlimited,” he says with an air of finality.
She drops her head to the table next to her glass. “Can we talk about something else, please?”
“Hey, chin up, Kurt’s just jealous,” Blaine says. “So am I, for that matter. Just - one request, and then I promise we don’t have to talk about this any more.”
She lifts her head up. “Yeah?”
“It’s just - in spite of what you might believe, you’re a really gorgeous girl, Rach, and you’re, uh, quite talented, in lots of areas.”
“You give better head than I would’ve ever believed,” Kurt interjects, and she smiles.
“Right. So - you’re really sexy, and you’re clearly good in bed if you can get two gay guys to come twice while having sex with you and - I don’t know, I just don’t want you to waste it on some jerk, just because you want a boyfriend. You’re too special for that, and you’ve got too much to offer. So - hold out for somebody good, okay?”
Rachel’s eyes are misting. “Oh, Blaine,” she says, reaching for his hand across the table. “That’s so sweet of you to say.”
“It’s the truth,” Kurt says, smiling the smile he’s always reserved especially for her. It’s different from his Blaine smile, different from any other smile she’s ever seen him give. It warms her heart to see that sex hadn’t changed that between them.
“You guys,” she says, swiping her fingers under her eyes so her freshly-applied mascara won’t run. “I love both of you, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, Rach, we know,” Kurt says, and he comes around the table to wrap his (strong, strong) arms around her and kisses her on the top of the head. And she knows then that it’s not going to become a thing at all, that everything is going to be fine.