Blaine’s alarm jarred him out of a wonderful dream and he sighed and tried to roll over to turn it off, only to find he couldn’t move due to something warm and heavy was sitting on his chest. Suddenly, the events of last night came back to him in a rush. The warm heavy thing was Kurt. He grinned and wrapped an arm around the other man’s sleeping form in order to pull him closer.
With some careful maneuvering he managed to reach his phone and dialed Tina’s number. She picked up on the second ring.
“Where the heck are you?” she demanded by way of a greeting. Blaine spared a glance at the clock next to his bed. It was a good fifteen minutes after he normally arrived in his office.
“I’m still at home.” He said softly, his voice coming out a bit raspy, a fact he chose to play to his advantage. “I’m not feeling well, can you cancel my class for the day?”
Blaine had somehow managed to end up with only one class on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
“Not feeling well, huh?” Tina asked skeptically.
“Yeah, a cold I think.” He mumbled. He was a genuinely bad liar.
“Nice try. Mike told me you had another date with that Kurt guy.” Said Tina “He’s still there isn’t he?” she asked, her tone amused.
“If you must know, yes he is. And yes I will give you details later if you will please respect the fact that your beloved friend and boss is happier than he has been in a long time and cancel my class.”
Tina laughed. “No problem.” She said kindly. “You really like him don’t you?”
“Yeah.” He said looking down at the top of Kurt’s head where it still rested on his chest. “Yeah, I do.”
“Okay, well just be careful.” She said. “I’ll put a note on the door for your class.”
“Thanks, T” he said and disconnected.
Kurt stirred as soon as he sat his phone down. “Morning.” He said sleepily. “Who was that on the phone?”
“That was the department secretary.” He said. “I only had one class today and I thought morning sex and breakfast sounded more fun.”
Kurt grinned and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Blaine’s lips. “Are you really happier than you have been in a long time?” he asked.
Blaine’s eyes widened for a moment. “Damn, you heard that?”
“I sure did.” Said Kurt. “Is it true?”
Blaine placed a hand on the side of Kurt’s face. “Yes it is.” He said.
“Is that my doing?” Kurt asked cheekily.
“You might have something to do with it, yeah.” Blaine smiled.
“Well that is the best news I have heard all morning.”
For a moment they just smiled at each other. “When do you have to be at work?” Blaine asked.
“5:30.” Kurt replied. “Until then, I’m all yours.” Kurt leaned in and kissed him hungrily, fascinated by how erotic the simple slide of lips together could be.
Blaine ran a hand down Kurt’s side to grip his hip shifting into a position that simultaneously deepened the kiss and lined their bodies up perfectly. After a second, Kurt pulled back.
“Didn’t you say something about breakfast?” he asked.
“Yes, but I also said something about morning sex.” Blaine replied
“Right. Well far be it from me to divert the itinerary” Kurt said, his eyes shining with mirth. With a wide grin, Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt and flipped them over until Kurt was on his back.

They didn’t get to breakfast until over an hour later. Kurt refused to let Blaine help, insisting that he had a plan and that Blaine would only ruin it. Seeing as how Kurt was a fantastic cook and Blaine himself could barely make scrambled eggs, he didn’t argue.
Blaine attempted to read the paper but he couldn’t take his eyes off Kurt as he moved around the small kitchen. “What are you making?” he asked.
Kurt answered without turning around. “Pancakes.”
“Plain ol’ pancakes? No fancy French breakfast?” Blaine asked in a teasing tone.
Kurt looked over his shoulder, shooting Blaine a mock glare. “There is nothing plain about my pancakes.” He said. “Don’t you have a shower to take or something?”
“Trying to get rid of me already?”
“You’re distracting.” Said Kurt “You don’t want burnt pancakes do you?”
Blaine sighed dramatically and got up from the table. “Very well.” He said in a resigned tone. “I’ll just be in the shower. Naked, wet, and lonely.” He said and turned to walk down the hall.
Kurt giggled at threw a kitchen towel at his retreating form. Once he was gone Kurt walked over to Blaine’s iHome and plugged in his own mp3 player, singing as he worked. After a second or two his phone rang. He quickly answered it without looking at the caller ID readout. He knew who it was.
“Hello, Rachel.”
“So you aren’t dead in a ditch, which means you are still with Blaine.” She said, her tone almost accusatory.
“Yes I am still with Blaine.” Kurt said with a sigh. “How are you, sweetie?”
“Better, now.” She said, he could hear the smile in her voice and was relived. “I don’t need to ask how you are.” She said with a giggle. “Or maybe I do.”
Kurt laughed “I am…magnificent.” He said.
“Really?” she squealed
“Really.” Kurt grinned as he stirred the pancake batter. “Rach…I have never…” suddenly he realized that Blaine was likely to walk in any moment. “I can’t talk about this right now, Blaine’s in the shower. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Are you coming home?”
“Maybe. Bye, Rachel.” He said quickly and hung up. He picked up singing the new song in the middle.

Black velvet in that little boy’s smile
Black velvet in that slow southern style
A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

Blaine came in to the kitchen, clean and fully dressed, to find Kurt swaying and singing along to the old Alannah Myles song. He moved quietly and slipped his arms around the taller man form behind, swaying with him and joining his voice to Kurt’s.

Up in Memphis, the music’s like a heat wave
White lightening, bound to drive you wild.
Mama’s baby’s in the heart of every school girl
“Love Me Tender” leaves ‘em cryin’ in the aisles
The way he moved, it was sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he’d leave you longing for.

Kurt closed his eyes at the sound of Blaine’s voice in his ear. God, that boy could sing, harmonizing with Kurt as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Every word of every song that he sang was for you
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon
What could you do?

“Breakfast is almost ready.” Kurt murmured as the song drew to a close.
“Sweet.” Said Blaine, pressing a kiss to the side of Kurt’s neck.
He giggled and nudge Blaine toward the table. “Sit down.”
Once Blaine started to smell the food he realized he was starving. He started cutting the pancakes almost before the plate touched the table.
“Hungry are you?” Kurt asked.
Blaine had the grace to look embarrassed “A little.” Then he took a bite.
“Is that bacon in these?” Blaine asked, wide eyed.
“yep.” Said Kurt, “You like?”
“Love.” Blaine declared “These are the best pancakes I have ever had. Only don’t tell my mom that.”
“Not making any promises.” Said Kurt.
They ate the rest of the meal in silence. When Kurt stood to do the dishes Blaine stopped him. “You cooked, I’ll clean.” He said.
“At least let me dry.”
Blaine smiled his agreement and headed to the sink with their plates. They were half way through the dishes when the spray nozzle slipped from his hand and sprayed Kurt right in the face. He sputtered, his face shocked. Though he struggled to contain it, Blaine leaned against the sink, laughing helplessly.
Kurt gasped. He had never heard Blaine laugh before. It was a musical sound, at least at first. It quickly dissolved into silent shaking and watering eyes.
“You think that’s funny?” he asked.
Blaine could only nod. “We’ll see about that.” Said Kurt, grabbing the spray nozzle, holding it over Blaine’s head, and pulling the trigger.
Blaine let out a started yelp and tried to get away but Kurt followed him with the hose as long as he could. Realizing Kurt wasn’t going to let up, Blaine let out a roar and charged him, catching the taller man around the waist and with an amount of strength that surprised Kurt, hauled him over his shoulder and down the hall, throwing him gently onto the bed and began tickling him.
“Ah, stop!” Kurt shouted breathlessly.
Blaine obliged and crawled up the bed until he was looking Kurt in the eye. Both of them struggled to catch their breath for a moment or two, then Kurt said “We’re all wet.” Blaine laughed again and kissed him hard. Kurt pulled away gasping. “Blaine?” he said.
Blaine, who had already turned his attention to Kurt’s neck only mumbled.
“Blaine, that guitar in the room down the hall…you can play it right?” he asked
Blaine sat up and looked at him. “Of course, why do you ask?”
“Will you play something for me?” Kurt could tell he wanted to refuse so he pressed on “It’s just you sounded so wonderful with me last night and this morning and I…well I wanted to hear you again.”
After a pause, Blaine made to get off the bed. “Okay.” He said and went down the hall. He came back, guitar in hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to carefully tune the instrument. “Any requests?” he asked, tightening one of the tuning keys.
“You pick.” Said Kurt.
Blaine smiled and began to play. Kurt recognized the tune at once.

Well now you done, done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
Now I’m tryin’ to get back

Before the cool done run out I’ll be giving it my bestest
And nothing’s gonna stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it’s again my turn to win some or learn some.

As he went into the chorus, he locked eyes with Kurt. Blaine hadn’t played in months, not since Blake. This should be harder for him. but looking into Kurt’s eyes and playing this playful love song seemed like the easiest thing in the world. The man in question was swaying and smiling, his eyes filled with an emotion that Blaine couldn’t quite put his finger on.

I’ve been spending way to long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
So I drew a new face and I laughed.

Kurt couldn’t breathe. He had heard people play before. He had spent his whole life surrounded by musical people, but something about the way Blaine looked at him as he played, as if he was showing Kurt his soul through the music. He could no longer go without touching him so he reached out and brushed his hand against Blaine’s as he strummed the last notes on guitar.
Blaine stopped abruptly, looking at Kurt questioningly. “You’re brilliant.” Kurt said softly. Blaine blushed. “No really.” He insisted, gently removing the guitar from the other man’s grasp and sliding closer.
“The way you play and sing…Blaine it’s like magic. Why did you quit?”
Blaine swallowed. “That’s a really long story. I don’t think I’m ready to tell you yet.” He replied gripping one of Kurt’s hands.
“I’m here when you’re ready then.” Kurt said.
Blaine was surprised. He had never met someone so understanding. He kissed him slowly, sighing softly. Kurt pulled back with a smile. “In the meantime, you should play for me more often, because the sight of you with that guitar in your hand…” he trailed off and tilted his head to press a kiss to Blaine’s pulse point, causing the other man to let out a small moan. They fell back on the bed together, pulling at each other’s clothing.