Kurt wakes with a start, squinting into the darkness of the bedroom. Blaine's arm is still wrapped around him, and unconsciously pulls Kurt closer, his breath soft and evenly blowing onto Kurt's neck. Kurt looks up over at his nightstand where the blue glow of his alarm clock says it is 2:37. Internally groaning, Kurt thinks, Why am I even awake?

A rumbling noise stirs in Kurt's stomach and he can feel the uncomfortable twist of hunger pulling behind his navel. Oh, Kurt thinks, remembering that he and Blaine barely ate anything the day before.

Very carefully he starts to slip out from under Blaine's arms. Blaine groans and his eyelids flutter, but he doesn't wake. Standing up, Kurt replaces the blanket and tucks Blaine in, pausing for a moment to look at the peaceful expression on his boyfriend's face. Blaine's usually expressive eyebrows are completely relaxed and his lips are slightly parted from being pressed against the pillow, where his curls lay in disarray.

Kurt straightens up when he feels a cool draft across his bare skin and walks over to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door to grab his silk robe, which is hanging off the corner. He pulls the ties of the robe tight around him and knots it before stepping into his slippers. He stands in front of the mirror for a second, staring at himself. 

He makes eye contact with his reflection and grins. The worry lines of stress that typically blemish his skin right between his eyebrows are gone, even when he sees how horrifying his hair looks. Kurt raises a hand and tries to brush his hair with his fingers, to little avail. Shrugging to himself in the mirror, Kurt decides to put off food temporarily to clean up some. His face feels oily after a day in the rain and then there's the hair he has to tame before it becomes forever matted.

Ten minutes later, Kurt pads out of the bathroom. He quickly checks on Blaine again and sees he's rolled over onto his stomach, splayed entirely across the bed. Kurt laughs quietly and is glad that for once he managed to avoid getting elbowed in the chest by Blaine's flailing arms.

He turns to leave the bedroom and walks over to the kitchen, pulling the refrigerator door open and stares stupidly at the food in there, not really registering what he's looking at. Blinking in the light, he reaches in for the container of grapes on the top shelf, and looking around he opts for the block of cheddar cheese on the door, as well. Kurt sets the food on the counter and begins uses a knife to get a few slices off the block before returning it to the fridge. Arranging his food into a bowl, Kurt grabs a napkin before settling in on the couch and pulls the fleece blanket lying on the opposite armrest up to his chest.

"What're we having?" Kurt jumps, nearly tossing his bowl of food into the air as Blaine sleepily steps into the room, wearing an old Dalton Athletics tee and cotton pajama pants. He rubs at his eyes and runs a hand through his hair, blinking at Kurt through the dim light of the living room.

"You're awake," Kurt says, watching Blaine pass by before turning and joining him on the couch. Blaine rests his back against the opposite armrest, pulling himself under the blanket and wrapping his legs with Kurt's.

"I'm so hungry," He reaches over to the bowl on Kurt's lap and grabs a few grapes, attempting to pop them into his mouth but he misses on the first three tries. Kurt just smirks-sleepy Blaine is so adorable. Blaine looks up at Kurt with a sassy glance and picks one of the fallen grapes off his lap, placing it purposefully into his mouth.

"Yay, you did it," Kurt teases and bites off the corner of a slice of cheese. Blaine just glares at him, rubbing at his eyes again.

"It is way too early for you to be teasing me," he says, picking up a slice for himself.

"It's just too easy. We're always so well matched, but between the hours of 2am and 10am, I've got the advantage because you're too tired,"

"That's such a wide margin of time," Blaine sighs, but it turns into a yawn, only emphasizing Kurt's point. "I do love my sleep, though."

"I know you do, baby," Kurt pats at Blaine's knee through the blanket, squeezing gently.

They sit in silence for several minutes, finishing off the bowl of food with only Blaine yawning occasionally to break the quiet.

Blaine's toes idly rub at Kurt's calf and he pulls his arms above his head in a long stretch. Kurt absently watches how this causes his old high school shirt to lift slightly, exposing a strip of skin above the band of his pajamas before lifting the bowl off of his lap and placing it on the ottoman. He reaches for Blaine's hands, who reaches back willingly, and pulls him forward on top of him. Blaine tugs the blanket out from under him and replaces it over his legs, now covering the both of them. His stubble-covered cheek finds a comfortable spot against the bare patch of skin under Kurt's robe before snuggling in completely. Kurt scoots down a little so he can rest his head on top of Blaine's and he closes his eyes.

Except this time Kurt doesn't drift off to sleep immediately. Instead, he just sits there, hugging Blaine close and breathing in his scent. Right now he smells like rain and vanilla and sex and sweat and the woods all wrapped into one and Kurt inhales deeply, trying to memorize the fragrance and wishing he could bottle it.

For the first time in a long time, Kurt is comfortable. He feels completely at ease just sitting there without the pressure of having anything to do. He is completely relaxed, cushioned in the softness of the sofa and enveloped in the warmth of his boyfriend. Blaine's breathing is even and quiet in the stillness of their living room. Kurt looks around at their apartment. Their apartment. There are days where he still marvels at the fact that they have come so far from their junior year in high school. It seems like an entirely different lifetime. And in many ways, it is. Kurt and Blaine had left Lima to start a new life. Together.

He sometimes wonders where he would be if he had never asked Blaine for help that day at Dalton. Kurt pushes the thought out of his head before it can fully form. What matters is that he did. It has made all the difference. Sometimes he watches Blaine get dressed, or do the dishes, or practice lines and wonders if he knows that he saved Kurt's life. Blaine would never admit to it even if he is aware of it, but Kurt is determined to never stop showing his gratitude, even in the smallest ways. He will never stop going the extra mile for the stocky boy who changed his world when he took Kurt's hand in his own.

Kurt strokes over Blaine's back absently, his eyes watering just the slightest. He kisses the top of Blaine's head before resting his own there and allowing himself to fall back asleep, his dreams filled with visions of Blaine's face smiling back at him.

Kurt isn't surprised when he finds himself waking up first. Again. His neck is stiff from the awkward angle where his head had been resting atop Blaine's curls and he leans back, stretching. He can hear several things pop as he does so and exhales with a tired sigh.

His legs have fallen asleep with the weight of Blaine's body pressing on them for the past few hours. Kurt tries to shake Blaine awake, to no avail when all the shorter boy does is groan and push Kurt's hand away in a lazy sort of way.

"Nuh-uh, you need to get up," Kurt chides, trying to push at Blaine's shoulders again.

Instead of moving, Blaine just goes limp, his body becoming dead-weight, further pressing Kurt into the cushions of the couch.

"Blaine! Not funny," Kurt can't help but laugh as he pushes against Blaine, even trying to tug at his hair. Blaine just smiles into Kurt's chest and suppresses a chuckle. "Blaine, come on, it's time to get up."

Blaine just groans grumpily and buries his face into Kurt's robe, "Nope."

"Okay, you asked for it!" Kurt says, and squeezes at Blaine's sides, tickling him. If only he could reach the back of Blaine's knees, where he's most ticklish...

"No! No! Stop!" Blaine's head pops up and he tries to push Kurt's hands off, knowing exactly what Kurt is thinking.

"I warned you," Kurt says, raking his fingers over every spot he can get at before Blaine's hands swat them away. 

Blaine's laughter comes out in gasps but lets out a triumphant "HA!" when he manages to grab both of Kurt's wrists and pins them to the couch cushions. Breathing hard, Blaine looks down smugly at Kurt. "I win," he says and kisses the tip of Kurt's nose quickly.

Kurt just raises an eyebrow, "Really? I'm pretty sure I did. You're up, aren't you?"

Blaine looks down as if he has to check that he actually is up. "You're clever. I'll get you back, though. Mark my words."

"‘Mark my words.' Really, Blaine?" Kurt teases as he tries to squirm out of Blaine's grip.

"Oh, shush. And stop moving. I've got you right where I want you." Blaine moves his face close to Kurt's, not breaking eye contact, before swiping his tongue over Kurt's lips. Instinctively, Kurt parts his lips, expecting more.

Instead, Blaine releases Kurt's wrists and leans back, resting on his knees and straddling Kurt's legs.

"Hey, is this your way of getting back at me? Because that's just mean," Kurt pouts, using his arms to push himself back up into a sitting position against the armrest of the couch.

"Nope, I just thought morning breath wasn't sexy?" Blaine returns, with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You know what? You're right," Kurt says and begins to push himself off the couch.

But Blaine lurches forward and puts his hands on Kurt's thighs, keeping him in place. "Wait, I'm sorry, I really do want to kiss you. Can't you make an exception?"

Kurt looks into Blaine's pleading eyes, his eyebrows knitted together and considers for a second. "Hmm... I guess so. For you. Just this once."

"C'mere then," Blaine says and pulls Kurt on top of him, moving his legs out from under him as he leans backward. Kurt is hovering over him, a seductive glint in his eye. Kurt leans in and Blaine closes his eyes as Kurt's nose brushes against his. But before their lips touch, Blaine screams in surprise. One of Kurt's hands had slid down and is now tickling him behind the knees ferociously.

"HEY! No, no stop it!" Blaine gasps, kicking hard and trying to escape Kurt's persistent fingers. He's laughing too hard to say much else and Kurt is relentless as he giggles at Blaine's attempts at getting away.

Blaine's stomach starts to hurt just as Kurt stops tickling, instead placing his hand on the underside of Blaine's thigh. Blaine tries to catch his breath and glares up at Kurt, who is still smiling widely. "You tricked me," he huffs.

"Oh, stop pouting," Kurt squeezes at Blaine's thigh before climbing off the couch and offering a hand to Blaine.

Blaine shakes his head, crossing his arms, "Nuh-uh. Now I'm never leaving this spot."

"Are you sure about that?" Kurt asks, walking toward the bedroom as he undoes the knot on his robe. Blaine's eyes follow him as he passes and then widen when the robe slides off Kurt's shoulders just as he steps into the other room, letting it fall to the floor at the doorway.

Blaine practically flies over the back of the couch and chases Kurt into the bedroom. Just as he enters the room, he sees the bathroom door close. And hears a click as Kurt locks it.

Blaine reaches for the knob and when it doesn't turn, he huffs in frustration. Leaning his forehead against the door, he shouts, "Kurt, you tease, let me in!" There's some shuffling on the other side and Blaine hears the spray of the shower turn on.

"Sorry? Can't hear you!" Kurt calls back. And all Blaine can imagine is Kurt's naked body dripping wet as he lathers himself in soap. He can practically smell the lemon verbena of Kurt's body wash and realizes that he's already half hard. 

He bangs on the door a few times, pleading, "Kurt, sweetheart, please let me in." He can hear Kurt humming to himself and closes his eyes. All he can think of is the silky-smoothness of Kurt's skin and the way his muscles flex as he runs his hands over his own body...

He listens to Kurt humming and smiles to himself when he realizes it's the chorus of You Can't Always Get What You Want by the Rolling Stones. "He would," Blaine mutters. He turns around and slides down the door, sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest. He just sits there for a minute, but sighs when he realizes that Kurt is probably going to be a while and lifts himself off the floor.

Blaine stands in their bedroom for a second and looks around the room, a hand resting on his hip. His eyes fall on Kurt's alarm clock, seeing that it's only just past 7 in the morning. He moves to make the bed, but realizes as he grabs the sheets it's probably a good time to wash them. Stripping off the blankets, he tosses them onto the chair in the corner of the room by the window.

By now, Kurt has changed his tune, opting for a personal favorite. Blaine stops to listen as Kurt begins the second verse to Defying Gravity. Sometimes Blaine wishes that Kurt had went on to do musical theatre like he had, but he knows that it's not Kurt's passion. And this way, Blaine thinks, he gets Kurt's beautiful voice all to himself. He moves over to the dresser and pulls open a drawer, grabbing his purple pants and then a dark gray shirt before laying them on the bed. A good outfit for a breakfast date, he thinks. Pulling open another drawer, he rummages for a fresh pair of boxers and a pair of gray argyle socks, tossing them on the bed next to the shirt and pants.

Blaine moves to the closet, shoving aside all of Kurt's clothes which take up a majority of the little space. There he finds his black pea coat and a blue circular scarf and takes them off their respective hangers, putting them next to the rest of the day's clothes. Just as he moves away from the bed he hears the spray of the shower stop and his head turns in the direction of the bathroom door. Listening intently, he can hear Kurt grab a towel and then, Yes!, a click as he unlocks the door.

When Blaine opens the door, Kurt has already started his morning routine. Kurt looks at Blaine through the mirror as he rubs moisturizer into his chin and grins smugly at him.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Blaine says, his hands on his hips.

"I do, actually," Kurt rearranges his towel around his waist before picking up his toner.

"You minx," Blaine practically purrs as he brushes past Kurt and turns on the shower for himself.

Blaine pulls off his shirt and pants, leaving them in a neat pile on the floor before moving to climb into the shower. Kurt conspicuously eyes Blaine's naked body as he does so, and Blaine doesn't miss his lingering gaze. He yanks the curtain closed; hiding his body but not his face as he cheekily sticks his tongue out before ducking behind it to wash his hair.

"So, I was thinking today we'd just have a lazy day," Blaine calls over the sound of the shower to Kurt.

"That sounds really, really nice. We do need to do laundry today, though," Kurt replies as he puts tooth paste on his brush.

"Yes, we do. I already stripped the bed. And I was also thinking that maybe we could go get breakfast this morning," Blaine says, rubbing shampoo into his curls.

Kurt takes his toothbrush out of his mouth long enough to say, "Sounds wonderful."

They each carry on their respective tasks in silence for several minutes until Blaine is finished and turns off the shower. Pushing aside the shower curtain, he wipes the water out of his eyes to see Kurt perched on the cover of the toilet, still in his towel and one leg draped over the other, with Blaine's towel in his lap. Kurt gets up and hands it to Blaine before returning to his original position, just watching Blaine as he dries himself off.

They are beyond being uncomfortable with each other when naked, but Blaine throws Kurt a quizzical look anyway.

"What? It's been a while since I could just watch you. It's moments like these that are the best, I think. So little, but so significant. It's just you being you. I like that," Kurt finishes, looking up at Blaine with a smile not just playing on his lips, but in his eyes as well.

Blaine nods in understanding, but he bats his lashes at Kurt when he says, "Okay, but you can only look. No touching. I'm still mad at you for playing such tricks on me so early in the morning." Blaine proceeds to wrap the towel around his waist, pointedly looking at Kurt.

Kurt's smile doesn't falter, "I'll try my best."

Kurt sits patiently, watching as Blaine starts smearing shaving cream up his neck and along his jaw line. As much as he loves Blaine's scruff, he knows Blaine likes to stay clean-cut. Kurt likes watching Blaine shave, anyway. He loves the way Blaine meticulously grooms himself. Though his grooming routine isn't nearly as drawn out as Kurt's, he still likes to keep up appearances. Every now and then, he lets Kurt give him the full spa treatment and unashamedly admits that he loves it, he just wishes he had the time and patience for it.

In smooth, fluid motions Blaine runs the razor along his skin, pausing occasionally to rinse it off. And Kurt admires the bend of Blaine's spine when he leans over the sink to splash water on his face to wash off any residual shaving cream. He watches the way Blaine's veins pop along his forearm as he reaches into the cabinet behind the mirror for his own moisturizer. He notes the way Blaine's Adam's apple bobs as he brushes his teeth. And he laughs when Blaine reaches for the tube of chapstick sitting on the side of the sink and proceeds to trace it along his lips, smacking them dramatically.

Blaine has an unhealthy (well, according to Kurt, at least) obsession with chapstick. Specifically, strawberry chapstick. More often than what would be considered normal, Kurt finds one of Blaine's many tubes lying around the house-in the couch cushions, in coat pockets, on the kitchen counter and once in the freezer. Kurt remembers asking him about that, and Blaine had blushed, explaining that he had been in a hurry to grab lunch between classes and must have gotten distracted. As much as Kurt loves teasing Blaine about this quirk he has to admit that the soft, sweetness of Blaine's lips is completely worth it. He can't eat an actual strawberry without getting turned on.

Kurt can't help but imagine kissing those strawberry lips and unwittingly lets out a large sigh. Blaine turns to look at him, an eyebrow raised.

"What?" he questions, running a small bit of pomade through his damp hair. He turns back to the mirror and shakes his head, letting the curls bounce into an accidentally-on-purpose bed-head look. But he moves a curl here or there, making sure each one is in just the right place.

"Nothing," Kurt answers innocently, while toying with the hem of his towel. He smoothes it out again before continuing, "I'm just waiting to finish up my routine."

Blaine stops messing with his hair to fully turn toward Kurt, his attention refocused on the boy sitting primly in front of him. "I thought you were done?"

"Not quite," Kurt says, standing up and stopping within inches of Blaine. "I recall adding you to it yesterday morning." Kurt is looking down at Blaine with his wide blue eyes and Blaine doesn't protest when Kurt moves in to kiss him fully on the lips. Reflexively, he leans into Kurt and wraps his arms around his neck while Kurt wraps his own arms around Blaine's waist.

Kurt sighs into Blaine's mouth and Blaine can taste the spearmint on his breath. Kurt smiles against Blaine's lips, proud to have successfully made Blaine forget his no-touching mandate temporarily. Not wanting to push his luck, he pulls away and licks his lips, tasting strawberries.

Except it seems Blaine hasn't forgotten. "Don't think I'm not still mad at you just because I let you do that. I'm still going to get you back," Blaine winks at Kurt before stepping into the bedroom. Kurt follows and begins sorting through the closet, pushing aside hangers in an attempt to find something appropriate for going out for breakfast. Resting all his weight on one leg, Kurt stands in front of his wardrobe, contemplating his choices.

"Dark green scoop-neck long-sleeve shirt, white jeans, khaki military jacket. And those Prada chukka boots. Oh, and your Burberry scarf." Blaine suggests, pulling on his pants.

Kurt considers this for a second, picturing it in his mind. He twists to look at Blaine, "Good choice," he says with a note of approval in his voice. He pulls out the outfit Blaine had outlined and they get dressed in silence.

Kurt is standing in front of the mirror on the bathroom door when Blaine says, "So I was thinking, we could just walk over to the Starbucks on Broadway," while pulling on his pair of low-top black Converse All-Stars.

"That sounds fine," Kurt adjusts the collar of his jacket before looking out the window. There are drops of water racing down the glass and he smiles as he recalls the night before. Blaine is watching Kurt as he does so and knows what he's thinking. He gets up off the bed and pulls Kurt into a hug. Kurt is still lost in thought as he looks out the window, so Blaine puts his hand on Kurt's chin, pulling it down toward his face. Those gold-flecked blue eyes look back at him, practically sparkling. Still holding his chin, Blaine leans forward on his the tips of his toes to kiss Kurt, gently sucking on his lower lip.

Kurt hums contentedly when Blaine breaks the kiss, swaying back onto his heels. "Ready to go?" He asks.

"Mhmm," Kurt nods.

The two move the leave the apartment, Blaine grabbing his set of keys out of the tray on the side table by the door while Kurt picks up the umbrella leaning up against the wall.

When they reach the double doors on the first floor of the building the couple steps out into the rain. With arms linked they huddle under the large umbrella, singing together the tune of Singing in the Rain down the streets of New York.

Just before 10'o'clock, the couple bursts through the door of their apartment, laughing.

"Oh, wow, I haven't thought about that in forever," Kurt chuckles, replacing the umbrella against the wall to dry.

Blaine shrugs off his pea coat, "Seriously. I can't believe she said that!"

"Apparently the lack of tots will do that to you," Kurt says with a smile.

Somehow, over croissants and coffee, the topic had turned toward high school. The two discussed the memories with the same tone of amused nostalgia as when one recalls an embarrassing moment but can now see the humor of the situation. By the time the two reached their apartment, they were lost in the hilarity of a particular event.

Back in junior year, in the early parts of Blaine and Kurt's friendship, they'd had dinner with a not only tot-starved, but a somewhat jealous, Mercedes at Breadstix. All through the night Kurt remembers her being incredibly distracted only to have her later admit to them that she had been having hallucinations.

They had been in Kurt's room for a movie night about a week after the fact. "Kurt, don't laugh," Mercedes warned, but Kurt was already in a fit of giggles with Blaine sitting determinedly still next to him. She glared at them, "I don't know why I even decided to tell you. You're already being a pain."

"No, wait. Okay. I'm sorry," Kurt attempted to press his lips into a thin line, trying his best to stay serious. But then Blaine erupted in a fit of laughter and Kurt couldn't help himself. "A purse, Mercedes, really?" Kurt could barely speak between gasping for breath, he was laughing so hard. Next to him, Blaine was dramatically miming what Mercedes had described, mouthing the word "gay" over and over, his hands gesticulating wildly.

Mercedes just rolled her eyes and sighed. "You two are such a funny couple," she said sarcastically. 

Both Blaine and Kurt remember pausing their antics temporarily at the last word, glancing nervously at each other for just a moment before looking away. Kurt remembers Mercedes winking at him before getting up to go talk to Tina, who was sitting on the couch with Mike. Blaine hadn't noticed because he'd suddenly found a spot on his sweater very interesting.

"Tots aren't even that good," Blaine says casually, tossing his keys back in the bowl before moving to the kitchen for a drink.

"Blaine Anderson, don't you let Mercedes hear you say that," Kurt jokingly reprimands as he pulls out a chair at the dining table and sits down.

Blaine sets a glass of orange juice in front of Kurt, who looks up at him appreciatively, then sits down with his own at the table. "Oh, I know better than to do something that stupid," he replies. 

The conversation dies down and for a few minutes the two simply sit in silence, sipping on their drinks. Though Kurt mostly just runs his fingers over the side of glass, tracing designs in the condensation clinging to the surface. He yawns widely, scrunching his nose as he does so. Blaine watches him, a loving smile on his face, before reflexively yawning as well.

"And you insisted on getting up so early," he says lazily, and drains the last of his orange juice.

"My legs were asleep," is all Kurt says. There's a beat, then he yawns again.

As if on cue, Blaine copies him, "Stop doing that."

Kurt's lips pull up in a smile, this time purposefully yawning while stretching his arms up above his head.

Blaine yawns a third time, glaring at his boyfriend. "Can we please take a nap?"

"But I just had coffee..." Kurt says, only half serious.

"Because it's obviously working wonders right now," Blaine replies, reaching over to rub a thumb across Kurt's cheek. Kurt instinctively closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

"Mmm, okay," Kurt hums. "Only for a little while, though."

"Sure, sure," Blaine says as he stands up to grab Kurt's hand and drags him into the bedroom. Once inside, Blaine flops face first onto the bed, realizing too late that he'd stripped it earlier. He groans into the mattress and Kurt can just barely make out a muffled, "Dammit."

Chuckling, Kurt walks past the bed to grab new sheets and blankets from the closet. When he turns around, Blaine is still laying face down on the bed.

"Blaine?" Kurt asks, setting the blankets on the corner of the mattress.

"Hrmf," is all Blaine manages before lifting his head in Kurt's direction. "Huh?"

"A little help?" Kurt prompts as he unfolds a sheet. Blaine reluctantly pushes himself off the mattress and the two make the bed. 

As Blaine smoothes out the new down comforter, Kurt pulls the curtains closed, blocking out the mid-morning light. When he turns, Blaine is tugging off his pants. He tosses them on top of the sheets in the chair before climbing into bed with just his gray shirt and his boxers on. Kurt is quick to follow suit, opting to peel off his form-fitting shirt as well. Blaine is lying on his back, his arms behind his head and his eyes flutter when Kurt crawls next to him under the covers.

Kurt snuggles against his boyfriend, watching the rise and fall of Blaine's torso as he breathes slowly. Kurt fights back a yawn, instead letting the desire to touch overwhelm him. With all this extra time, he can't help but get excited all over again at the mere thought of being in bed with Blaine. Why waste time sleeping when they could be doing so much more? He walks two fingers up Blaine's chest, from his navel to his collar bone. Blaine smiles a little at this, his eyes opening slightly, and his arm under Kurt pulls him closer in response.

Kurt feels a familiar tingle down his spine, particularly where Blaine's fingers are pressed against his back, and drapes a leg over Blaine's. Blaine hums contentedly and Kurt takes this as consent. Kurt moves in to kiss the side of Blaine's ribs, moving up to his collarbone, enjoying the quick turn of events.

"Shall we forgo the nap then? Suddenly I'm feeling... energized," Kurt mumbles against the skin of Blaine's neck. But when Blaine doesn't respond, Kurt lifts his head to see that his boyfriend's eyes are closed, his jaw a little slack and very clearly asleep.

Kurt sighs and rests his head on Blaine's shoulder, falling asleep before he even has a chance to decide whether he is disappointed or finds Blaine absolutely adorable.

At half past 1, the boys are awake and refreshed. Despite Blaine's pleas that Kurt not take the effort to make them lunch, Kurt can't help himself. As appealing as a whole day of nothing sounds, he is physically incapable of simply not doing anything.

"Besides, I know you love my cooking," Kurt says over his shoulder as he slices a tomato.

Blaine looks up from the newspaper he is reading at the dining table. "You spoil me," he says.

"It's just grilled cheese sandwiches," Kurt returns as he goes to the refrigerator and grabs a red onion.

Blaine gets up and walks over the counter to appraise the ingredients spread neatly there-the only traditional foods he sees are bread and cheese, though he's sure it's sourdough bread and soy cheese. "With you, it's never just anything." He moves to where Kurt is standing, cutting thin slices off the red onion. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," he continues, taking a piece of tomato off the cutting-board and popping it into his mouth.

Kurt continues his preparations while Blaine watches, occasionally offering to help but Kurt refuses to let him. Kurt places the sandwiches in the oven, setting the timer for 5 minutes before moving to clean off the counter. Blaine steps behind him as he does so and slides his arms around Kurt's waist. "Smells delicious, honey," he whispers into Kurt's ear. He inhales deeply, his nose buried in the crook of Kurt's neck, "And you smell quite delicious as well."

Kurt pauses temporarily to nudge Blaine's head with his own in response. He tries to move down the counter to the sink but Blaine keeps his grip around him. They end up doing a sort of shuffle and Kurt laughs when Blaine stumbles slightly. "You're making this difficult," Kurt teases, but the effect is lost when he squeaks as Blaine's hands slide underneath the hem of his white kurta, brushing his fingers along Kurt's hip bones.

Blaine continues to push his hands up and down Kurt's chest. Kurt's responding whine catches in his throat and he puts both hands flat against the counter top.

Thinking this is the perfect time to strike, with Kurt so unsuspecting, Blaine begins raking his fingers over the sides if Kurt's ribs, tickling mercilessly. The taller boy jumps with a scream, instantly trying to claw Blaine's persistent fingers off of him. Blaine pulls Kurt away from the counter, more specifically away from the sharp utensils, but doesn't stop running his hands over Kurt. Kurt is still trapped in Blaine's hold, gasping for breath.

"Sweet, sweet revenge," Blaine growls and with one arm still wrapped around Kurt's waist, he runs a finger down Kurt's spine causing the boy to shiver, inhaling sharply.

"Okay, okay! You've had your fun!" Kurt tries to reach behind him and grab at Blaine but the shorter boy twists away, causing his grip around Kurt to loosen. Realizing his mistake, Blaine makes to run away but Kurt catches hold of his wrist before he can get too far. "Nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere, mister."

Blaine laughs, loud and clear as Kurt pulls him forward, their chests crashing together before their lips meet. They both smile into the kiss and close their eyes as they relax into it. But just as Blaine's hand on Kurt's back slides lower, the timer for the oven goes off with a loud ping!

Kurt immediately begins to pull away but again Blaine keeps his hold. "Blaine, as very interested as I am in where this was going, I need to take those out before we're dealing with a whole different kind of fire," Kurt takes Blaine's arms off of him and walks over to the oven, but not before winking back at him. Blaine stands there pouting for a second but is distracted when Kurt bends over to take the pan out of the oven.

Without even turning to face him Kurt says, "Enjoying the view, are you?"

"You know me too well," Blaine returns.

"No, I just know how sexy I am," Kurt says casually, using a spatula to place the sandwiches on plates. He turns around and hands one to Blaine, who is smirking. When Kurt walks by to sit at the dining table, Blaine slaps his ass causing Kurt to jump a little and throw a coquettish look back at him.

When they sit at the table to eat, Kurt's foot playfully knocks against Blaine's. All throughout the meal, they play footsie, coyly looking up at each other when they think the other isn't looking but staring unabashedly when caught in the act.

Blaine is making obscene noises as he eats, dramatically expressing how delicious the food is. Kurt isn't sure whether or to laugh or to be incredibly turned on.

"Mmm, oh god, Kurt. Ooh, it's so good," Blaine moans into his sandwich. Kurt giggles, and lightly kicks Blaine under the table. His foot lingers a little longer, though, before running it up Blaine's leg and suddenly Blaine's moans don't sound put-upon at all.

"You are being such a huge tease today," Blaine says when Kurt stands up to put his plate on the counter. At his words, Kurt walks exaggeratedly, shaking his hips with each step.

"Good things come to those who wait," Kurt replies, taking Blaine's plate this time.

Blaine gets up and strides over to Kurt and turns him around. "I think we've done plenty waiting, haven't we?"

Kurt scrunches his nose, "Yes, but since when have you been opposed to a challenge?" Kurt runs a finger along Blaine's smooth jaw line before slipping away, practically skipping into the bedroom.

For a moment Blaine thinks he's won, but Kurt returns with their laundry basket in his arms. It takes all of Blaine's strength to keep himself from stamping his foot in frustration. Kurt sees the stiff set of Blaine's jaw and sets the basket down before gesturing for his boyfriend to come over. For a second, Blaine considers leaving the boy hanging, but Kurt's open arms are too inviting to resist.

Just as he reaches Kurt, though, Blaine changes his mind again. Bypassing his boyfriend, he picks up the laundry basket instead and this time it's Kurt's turn to huff in frustration. "Two can play at this game," Blaine says as he steps into his blue suede moccasins that sit by the door.

Kurt slips into his own calfskin leather mocs before grabbing their keys. He places a chaste kiss on Blaine's cheek and they make their way out the door toward the elevator.

One of the four laundry rooms in the building is on the 10th floor and the boys find themselves alone in the cold concrete space, with only a washer or two running. Most people go home or go on vacation for Spring Break so it's not unusual for the facilities to be empty for once. The couple is thankful for this-usually it's near impossible to find an open or working machine.

They choose a few washers on the far side of the room. Blaine pulls out all the sheets and blankets while Kurt begins to separate their clothes meticulously between whites, darks, and delicates. Mentally he reminds himself to send everything else to the drycleaner's. Once everything is in their respective machines, Kurt sits in of the plastic chairs (obviously stolen from a classroom off of the campus) with one leg draped over the other and opens the copy of Vogue he brought with him.

"I didn't think to bring any reading material," Blaine says, almost helplessly. 

Kurt looks up from the magazine to see his boyfriend looking at him with big, brown eyes. "You're so melodramatic," he comments and pulls a chair next to his, patting the seat as an invitation for Blaine to join him. 

Blaine gladly takes the seat and as he looks over Kurt's shoulder to see the pages, he places a hand on Kurt's knee. "I see cowl necks are back in style. Again," he comments.

"Totally called it," Kurt replies as he turns the page. Blaine's hand moves up Kurt's leg, almost imperceptibly. Kurt's breath hitches slightly but he pointedly ignores the gesture. "Ugh, look at those boots," Kurt says enviously, pointing to a pair of knee-high red leather Dior boots.

"Mhmm," is all Blaine returns with, his hand sliding even further up Kurt's thigh until it rests right where his leg meets his hips. He squeezes gently and the magazine in Kurt's hands tremors a little. Setting the magazine on his lap, Kurt looks up and turns his head toward Blaine only to find his boyfriend's piercing hazel eyes staring at him, mere inches away from his face. Kurt can see the small flecks of green and gold there, underneath long black eyelashes.

"I bet you'd look drop-dead stunning in those boots," Blaine practically purrs. And Kurt finds himself no longer staring at his lover's eyes, but his lips instead. There's something mesmerizing about the way Blaine's lips move when he talks. Kurt licks his own lips, anticipating the taste of strawberries just before moving in to press his mouth against Blaine's. Blaine's hand slips over Kurt's cheek to press the back of his neck, holding him in place as their lips move over each other slowly and purposefully.

The magazine in Kurt's lap sides off onto the floor but he doesn't notice. Blaine's tongue presses against his lips and he parts them willingly. The two are angled toward each other in their chairs, though seemingly unaware of the awkward position.

The sound of the machines nearly drowns the small moan Kurt elicits, but Blaine can feel it vibrate against his mouth. His hand on Kurt's thigh tightens its grip and Kurt shudders. Without breaking the kiss, Blaine gets up to straddle Kurt's legs, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's neck.

But Kurt pulls away with a gasp. "Blaine, we shouldn't. Not here," he looks around as if expecting someone to pop out from behind the rows of washing machines. "Anybody could walk in," Kurt says nervously, but he pulls Blaine closer anyway.

"Shhh," Blaine hushes him as he moves his lips down to Kurt's neck, sucking on the pulse point there. "Don't worry about it," he whispers.

"O-okay," is all Kurt manages, tilting his head back a little to allow Blaine more access to that sensitive spot below his ear. Through the thin material of Blaine's black cotton yoga pants and the even thinner material of Kurt's burnt-orange satin ones, they could feel each other's growing erections. Blaine rocks up against Kurt, inhaling with a hiss at the perfect friction his movement causes. Kurt's hands are gripping Blaine's ass and he tries to pull the boy even closer.

"Hmm, the laundry room," Kurt says low into Blaine's ear, "that's one we haven't covered yet." Kurt punctuates his words by sliding his palms down Blaine's thighs. The couple usually aren't ones for public places, and to be honest the lack of cleanliness of such places doesn't appeal to either of them, but they seem to mutually agree that when opportunity comes knocking, you kick down that door.

Blaine's breath is ragged as he continues rubbing up against Kurt. He pants over the crook of his boyfriend's neck, occasionally nipping at the flushed skin there.

They both jump when they hear a commotion on the other end of the room, and Blaine practically flies backward off Kurt as someone walks in. Kurt quickly crosses his legs again and picks up the magazine while Blaine crouches down, pretending to mess with the dryer sheets left in their laundry basket and wincing slightly as the awkward position is quite uncomfortable with a hard-on.

The guy that had walked into the room had moved to the washer he was using and over the top of the magazine Kurt watches him put his clothes into a dryer, but ducks down when the man shoots a quizzical look over at them before hurrying out.

When the door falls closed, Blaine immediately bounces up and he turns to look at Kurt with an amused, if somewhat exasperated, look but doesn't have the chance because Kurt tackles him, pushing him against one of the machines they are using. Blaine kisses him back eagerly, smiling.

"I had flashbacks of all those times in your bedroom back in high school," Blaine chuckles. "But that guy didn't look nearly as horrified as your father did. That's good, at least."

Kurt smiles at the memories Blaine was referring to. He'd lost count of how many times Burt (not to mention Finn, Carole, and one horrifying time, Rachel) had walked in on their after school make-out sessions. He absently reaches down to brush against Blaine's elbow, where he can feel the small check-mark-shaped scar from when he'd accidentally pushed Blaine too hard off of him, causing the teen to slam his elbow into the corner of his nightstand. "Fun times," Kurt comments as he pushes Blaine further against the washing machine.

The vibrations from the machine create an interesting sensation against Blaine's backside, and he hums in delight. Noticing this, Kurt grabs hold of Blaine's hips and with surprising strength he lifts Blaine on top of the shaking washer. Blaine squeaks in surprise, but it quickly turns into a moan of approval when he realizes that it's his turn to look down at Kurt, if only slightly. His feet dangle over the edges of the machine but he uses them to pull Kurt in close, loving how he gets to angle his head down now to kiss his boyfriend.

Kurt's hands have found their place on the sides of Blaine's waist and he leans in closer to Blaine as he kisses down the boy's neck to his collar bone, mouthing at the spot of skin above his blue T-shirt. Blaine leans back, resting his palms against the cool metal of the washer. Kurt tugs down the collar of Blaine's shirt to reach more of the warm skin and some of the chest hair that peeks out. Blaine moans his appreciation, hearing it echo off the bare walls of the room. The sound is music to Kurt's ears as he licks all the way back up to Blaine's ear lobe, nibbling it for a moment and causing Blaine to shiver.

Kurt is wedged between Blaine's knees, with Blaine holding him tight to him with his legs. He kicks off his shoes and rubs a foot over the curve of Kurt's ass. Kurt leans into the touch, but then presses forward again, unsure of which pressure he wants more. He runs his hands down over Blaine's chest, feeling the hard muscle through the soft material of his shirt. Kurt's hands find themselves sliding over Blaine's groin, where the thin fabric of his pants has tented. Blaine exhales through his teeth and sits up, unable to sit idly by while Kurt fondles him. He needs to touch as well. His hands can't seem to stop sliding over Kurt's chest.

Kurt palms Blaine's cock through the cotton fabric while meeting Blaine's lips to kiss him deeply. And as Kurt speeds up his actions, Blaine kisses him back harder, his breathing hurried and uneven.

"Kurt," he gasps between kisses and his hips buck up into Kurt's hand.

Kurt pauses temporarily, causing Blaine to whine with want, to tug at the drawstrings of Blaine's pants. Blaine lifts himself slightly off the washing machine so Kurt can pull the garment down to Blaine's ankles. Kurt pulls Blaine to the edge of the machine, repositioning the boy so that he is straddling the corner. Blaine is confused for a second before noticing how the vibrations are now amplified against his bare skin and hitting so many good spots.

"You're a damn genius," Blaine says shakily, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

"I know," Kurt says confidently as he continues to run his hand over the head of Blaine's erection.

The multiple sensations Blaine is experiencing sends cool tingles as well as fiery bolts up and down his spine. "Kurt, I need-I want-" he begins, his voice wrecked from desire, but Kurt is already fulfilling his wish.

Blaine's head snaps down to see Kurt's mouth enclosing over his cock. Blaine moans loudly, completely forgetting the setting and not even noticing when the sound echoes back to him.

Kurt deftly sucks and licks, occasionally kissing along the sides of Blaine's dick, internally relishing in the fact that he is the cause of Blaine's unbridled moans and whines. He knows exactly what to do to stall Blaine's orgasm for as long as possible. After several minutes Blaine is reduced to a tremoring, groaning mess.

"Shit, Kurt, please. Now. I want--I want it now," Blaine barely manages through gritted teeth.

All Kurt has to do is roll his tongue over the head of Blaine's cock and Blaine is shuddering over Kurt, moaning incoherently. Kurt swallows Blaine through his orgasm. When Blaine finally comes down from it he collapses back on his hands, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

Kurt releases Blaine and stands up while pulling Blaine's pants back over him. He wraps his arms around his lover's waist and pulls him into an embrace. Blaine willingly falls forward and rests his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Blaine is sweaty from exertion and his shirt clings to his chest in an enticing way. When he is coherent enough, Blaine leans back and pulls at the damp fabric. "Looks like we might have to start another load," he comments.

Kurt looks up at him, a glint in his eye. "My turn?" He asks, meaning to sound coy but instead his voice comes out raspy and deep. He is very aware of the ache of his hard cock against the still rattling machine and how it's sending jolts that settle low in his stomach.

Blaine raises and eyebrow, tilting his head down to look at his boyfriend. Kurt's lips are flushed red and slightly swollen, his cheeks have a rosy glow while his blue eyes look into his with nothing but admiration and desire. "Of course, but you must be this tall to ride this ride," Blaine raises a hand to just above Kurt's head.

Kurt glares at him and responds by tugging the boy off the machine so that Blaine is back to being a good few inches shorter. "Nice try," Kurt says, grinding his hips against Blaine's thigh. 

Blaine turns them around and this time it is Kurt who is pressed against the rattling washer. He hops up, with some aid from Blaine's strong grip on his waist. "Hold on tight," Blaine warns before sliding Kurt's pants down and returning the favor.

The next time the accidental-intruder walks in to get his clothes out of the dryer, the boys are back in their chairs. Except this time Blaine is turned sideways in his seat with his legs draped over Kurt's and the Vogue magazine spread open over his knees. One arm is draped over the boy's shoulder while his other hand is twined with one of Kurt's, rolling his thumb over the web of skin between Kurt's thumb and forefinger. The two are perfectly at ease, their attention on the fashion spread in front of them while they wait for their own clothes to be clean. The only tell-tale sign of their recent escapade is the slight flush of their skin. And maybe the flirty looks they keep shooting each other.

Later that night, Blaine manages to talk Kurt into ordering Chinese instead of cooking another meal, insisting that he's done more than enough for the day. When their food arrives, the two settle in under a blanket on the couch for a mini-marathon of classic romance films. They manage to sit through Sleepless in Seattle and You've Got Mail, but decide to finish City of Angels another time because "What's the point of watching it if you're too tired to cry?" Kurt wonders aloud as they sleepily step into their bedroom, their arms wrapped around each other's waist.