Kurt smiled thinly to himself as his cheeks heated up at the thought of Blaine’s naked body – toned, powerful, warm. Blaine’s body temperature was higher because he was a werewolf and he never grew cold. Kurt liked to think to himself that there was no blanket in the world, no bed made by mankind, not even his own magic that would make him feel quite as warm and comfortable as Blaine’s body could. He loved being embraced by Blaine, loved sleeping with him and cuddling with him.