Waking up with Blaine’s legs entangled with his, his arm softly resting of his waist, Kurt had to blink his eyes open and shut several times to be sure he was awake. That the whole thing wasn’t a dream. He let out a long sigh of relief; Blaine was there. Blaine was Kurt’s, and evenly so, Kurt was Blaine’s. Being Monday morning, the two couldn’t bask in this new found connection, this new found warmth and comfort they held within each other. They both had classes, had work, had studying. Kurt rolled his face over gently to face Blaine’s, and kissed gentle kisses down his check. “Blaine…” he whispered, he couldn’t stop from smiling. “We have to get up. Let me make you breakfast,” he whispered as he ran his fingertips down Blaine’s beautiful chest. More than anything, he wanted to stay in this spot forever, but Blaine was trying to get better, and Kurt encouraging him to skip school, would not be a step in the right direction. It still all felt so surreal. How did Kurt get Blaine? Blaine, whom had always been his everything…

Blaine had not rested so peacefully in years. He went to bed sober, half dressed, and in the arms of someone he loved. The first two he had not experienced in a long time, and the last was entirely new. Normally he was drunk, naked, and alone. He had plenty of men to keep him company before sleep, but he never let any of them stay. Now he was awakened by Kurt’s kisses and whispers, and he just had to think that there were few things in the world better than this right here. He pretended to be asleep just a little bit longer so he could enjoy the attention. “Mmm, nooo.” He protested but a huge grin spread across his face just before he opened his eyes. Blaine reached up and pulled Kurt tight against him and kissed the top of his head. “I suppose we do have to get up.” He said very quietly. Blaine was enjoying the ability to touch Kurt as he liked, to have him in his arms, and the knowledge that this wasn’t a onetime thing. There was also the scent of Kurt’s shampoo which should never be left out of a list of things to love about holding Kurt Hummel. Blaine was certain it was expensive, but it smelled deliciously clean, and very uniquely Kurt all at once. “Let’s go make that breakfast before I decide you need to stay in this bed with me all day,” he said mischievously.

Kurt cuddled up against Blaine’s soft chest. He loved his light dusting of chest hair, it made him quite hobbit like, and he couldn’t lie; Kurt had a thing for hobbits, especially after Lord of the Rings. “Grrr…” he protested, even though he had been the one to remind them both that they had to face life at least at some point. They had been living in a dream world, where the only obligations and responsibilities they had were to each other. Blaine needed to be there for Kurt, Kurt in turn for Blaine. “I really, really don’t like the idea of having to get off you,” he groaned, running kisses all down Blaine’s chest. A shiver went through Kurt’s spine. Yes, they had seen each other naked several times. It’s what they did. They’d cuddle as they watched the two am news, normally wearing little to no clothing. They’d go to the lake late at night and skinny dip until the sun came up. Kurt, normally so shy about his body, had always felt more at home with Blaine, and felt safe being naked around him. Kurt, however, had always had to keep a toe behind that line, careful not to stare too long at Blaine’s beautiful frame, to not touch too long. But now, Blaine belonged to Kurt’s kisses and to Kurt. He ran kisses lower down Blaine’s torso, stopping just under his belly button. “Can’t I stay here forever?” He murmured, his lips still on Blaine’s skin. He shivered a bit at how low down he was on Blaine.

Kurt seemed to be warming up to Blaine’s way of thinking and Blaine had a decision to make. Was he going to be responsible and get up and go to class or was he going to say I bed and enjoy being with his new boyfriend for a little while longer? Kurt’s kisses were definitely helping make up his mind. Too long he’d wanted to do just this, lie together wit no thoughts for being cautious or careful. Kurt was here, he was right here, and they belonged to each other now. There was no man in the middle any more, and Blaine was slowly losing the will to get out of bed to eat, to go to class, or to do anything that required him to stop this moment from going on forever. “Alright.” He said was a smirk. You can stay forever.” He said it as if he were ceding a victory to Kurt rather than the other way around. He guided Kurt’s face back to his own with a hand on each side of Kurt’s head, and then Blaine kissed him, very softly at first. His hands stayed firmly but gently in Kurt’s soft hair, and he held on to the moment, so peaceful, so right. This was how everyone should get to wake up every day.

Kurt allowed Blaine to guide his head gently up to Blaine’s face. Blaine’s kiss was new, new for both of them. Kurt had seen way too many times Blaine with other men. He’d seen the way he had no emotional attachment. They were meaningless to Blaine, and that was the one thing that terrified Kurt about ever having a more…intimate relationship with Blaine. Would he throw Kurt out like he had to several other men over the course of their years in New York together? Any doubt that Kurt had about Blaine’s motives, however, were answered by Blaine’s kiss. The way Blaine’s hands locked around Kurt’s head, fitting so perfectly there. It would feel so wrong for them not too. Kurt eagerly kissed Blaine back, breathing in his scent, feeling their lips mold together gently. He softly straddled Blaine’s side, leaning over his torso, to keep the kiss in contact.

Blaine deepened the kiss, turning Kurt’s head just so, and applying just enough pressure. His tongue swept out carefully, as if seeking permission. Then, because he couldn’t stand it any longer, he let his hands out of Kurt’s hair and they traveled down his back, restless, pulling him closer. This, he thought, this is what he’d been missing. It was almost funny because he’d seen plenty of romantic plays and movies, and musicals, and sung many songs, but he’d never known this type of moment for himself. It was like a drug! He needed more, and he needed it no, but he hardly wanted to move because it might break the spell. Warmth and need spread through him, and this wasn’t at all like the other kisses they had shared. Not even like the ones they’d shared the other night. This was living breathing love, and it filled his senses in a way no other kiss ever had. His tongue slipped into Kurt’s mouth and began to slowly map every crevice. His heart was racing now, but his hands drew lazy circled down Kurt’s back and he just wanted to remember this time forever. As if this kiss was immortal in some way that was beyond him.

Kurt relaxed into the kiss, the contact feeling so right. His tongue made its way to find Blaine’s. They matched in time, kissing him softly, passionately. He placed his hands onto his waist, keeping him close. Kurt was terrified of any loss of contact. Terrified that the moment he was away from Blaine, they would once more be divided. They would return back to the line, the line Kurt thought was long gone dissolved. But how did he know? Maybe it was still there, waiting. Only one way to find out. Kurt kissed Blaine softly, before pulling away ever so slowly. He kept his arms around Blaine’s waist, but pulled away just far enough so their faces were a mere few inches away. “Every morning,” he said, sighing as the loss of contact did not make Blaine fade away. He leaned forward to shortly kiss him, just needing his lips always. “It’s just going to be me and you,” he said, once he pulled away, before returning for another small kiss. “I mean, at some point we’ll have to go to classes…” he said, repeating his action of pulling away, than moving forward for a kiss. He pulled away and gave a small smirk, testing to see Blaine’s reaction to the mention of classes taking the place of their cuddle time. He kept his hands on Blaine’s waist, gently massaging his exposed hip bones.

Having Kurt curled up halfway atop him was making Blaine gone silently insane. There was no way he could get up now even if he had wanted to. Blaine was drowning in the kiss and then, when Kurt pulled back he was drowning in clear blue eyes. They were not going t class, and that was final as far as Blaine could tell. He grumbled at the mention of it. “Never mind class today.” He grinned up at Kurt, his amber eyes sparking with unspoken promises. “I can’t let you o right now, it’s the strangest thing.” He teased. Then Blaine pulled Kurt back into a kiss and rolled him over until Kurt was beneath him. He kissed Kurt hard then, harder than he meant to. Kurt was so perfect in every way and he’d been denied these kisses and touches for so long it was like water to a to a man dying of thirst. He had to have more.

Blaine tugged Kurt’s nightshirt over his head exposing the smooth expanse of pale skin beneath, This he peppered with kisses, taking a moment to nibble against Kurt’s side, his navel, his hip bone. All of Kurt was here, and Blaine had no intention of seeing the outside world any time soon. Taking things slow could just be damned!

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat as Blaine kissed at his bare torso. “Blaine….” he moaned quietly. His head was racing and all he wanted was Blaine. His head rested against the mattress, and he tried to keep his thoughts coherent, trying to be logical. Yes, he wanted Blaine. He had never wanted anyone more in his whole life. His brain raced back to when Blaine was giving him “sexy faces” lessons. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he thought of how much he had wanted Blaine than. The idea of wanting to be…intimate with someone use to embarrass Kurt. It was strange to feel those feelings towards someone, but there had always been so much tension between the two. Every time they’d touch, even if their hands accidentally brushed, Kurt felt shot guns of physical sensations run through his veins. No one had ever made him feel the way Blaine did. But on the other hand, Kurt knew how Blaine was about sex. He had seen him go through more men than Kurt could keep track of and Kurt was terrified of getting hurt. Kurt leaned down to kiss the top of Blaine’s head, breathing in his sweet shampoo. His brain was at war, logic versus emotions and he had no idea who’d win.

“Mmm, Kurt.” Blaine whispered as he kissed his way back up to Kurt’s neck. He nuzzled the sensitive skin there and nibbled Kurt’s earlobe. “I could do this all day.” Blaine sucked Kurt’s earlobe into his mouth gently as he chuckled. He could do it l day, and more. One trailed down Kurt’s arm to find his hand which was lifted, fingers entangled. The air around them seemed to warm and come alive in a way Blaine couldn’t explain but could only enjoy, it was certainly charged, like a summer storm about to break on the horizon. His lips found Kurt’s again and he pressed his body against Kurt in invitation. Right this moment may not be the best time for every pleasure, but Blaine couldn’t deny his need for just a little bit more. It was like air, like a drug, like a need so far beyond his control, he hoped Kurt would understand. This wasn’t even in the same realm as the sort of meaningless lust he’d felt before. His heart constricted at the thought that he might be rushing Kurt and causing Kurt to think all he wanted was a quick wake up fuck when that was the furthest thing from the truth. Blaine rolled to his side and pulled Kurt into his arms. “You are so beautiful.” He said, trying to break the spell of unspeakable yearning that was radiating through his body.

The moment Blaine’s body was molded into Kurt’s, his heart raced, swooping up and down like on a roller coaster. “Blaine,” he whispered, his lips vibrating against Blaine’s skin. He forgot the simple beauty of Blaine’s skin. There was such an intense connection between the two. Just a simple touch felt like a shock of lightening. Clothing felt like too much of a border between the two. He could feel Blaine’s hesitation and let the moment go. The desire was too much, and to be honest, it scared Kurt. He pulled away, placing space between the two. He tried to breathe normal, and turn away. He was embarrassed by how much Blaine being so close affected him. Think Kurt. Think…Don’t let him go. Kurt swallowed and turned back to Blaine, he leaned forward softly, kissing Blaine’s check. “I should go make breakfast,” he said, softly running his fingers through Blaine’s tangled curls. He leaned forward momentarily, his lips just barely brushing Blaine’s neck. He inhaled a soft breath and pulled away. “I’ll..I’ll go make you those mixed berry muffins you like,” he said softly, remembering the time he had made them when he was drunken. They had ended up baking naked…. Kurt looked away at the thought. He grabbed his t-shirt, swearing mentally to himself as the logical side of his brain took over. The tension was too much.

Blaine expected t keep rolling around with Kurt in the sheets and shirking all human duties including eating and brushing teeth, not to mention school and work. They had earned the right to be lazy with one another. And Blaine felt it all through him, humming, begging for the touch of Kurt’s hand and the feel of Kurt sighing beneath him. Kurt was pulling back though, slipping out of Blaine’s arms and mumbling about breakfast gain. How had they come back to that? Blaine’s first instinct was to grab Kurt and cover him in kisses and tell him he had no business ringing their time together with mundane activities, but his brain kicked into gear as he watched Kurt’s eyes. This was something he had seen before, and it was very typically young Kurt. He hadn’t expected it from Kurt now, but then he had never been Kurt’s lover so he wasn’t really sure what was normal. He did know that he was not going to force Kurt into uncomfortable places. They had no need to rush, not with all the time in the world. So, even though it just about killed Blaine to do so, he smiled at Kurt and let him go. “Kurt, my sweet, if it’s breakfast you want, it’s breakfast we’ll have.” With that he rolled to the other side and sat up to climb out of bed. “Muffins do kind of sound fantastic.” He added. Blaine was going to need to keep an eye out for Kurt in their early relationship, but for right now he was going to go make muffins.

Kurt tidied up as he made his way slowly to the kitchen. He took his time, digesting his emotions that were muddling through him all at once. The mundane task of casually picking up a sock or a scrap piece of fabric from one of his recently untouched outfits gave Kurt something to do. More so, house chores had basically been thrown out the window the moment Blaine moved in. The moment Kurt and Blaine became Kurt and Blaine. Kurt use to think that once he had found the one, he’d spend hours upon hours tidying their apartment, keeping it perfect and orderly. But Kurt was now learning that wasn’t how life was. Kurt and Blaine weren’t an orderly couple. They had come to be in such a messy way, but it still fell together perfectly. Perhaps, when Kurt really found the one, trivial things like alphabetizing their record collection wouldn’t matter as much as making breakfast together. Kurt nervously reached out to take Blaine’s hand. So much of him wanted to skip breakfast and rush back under the sheets. He needed Blaine’s friction and he needed their bodies to form as one. That thought raised goose bumps up his arms and he pushed it down. Once in the kitchen, Kurt began to climb around for ingredients. He hopped onto the counter so he could reach the high cabinets and pulled out the proper ingredients. He turned on he radio and ET came on. Shit, Kurt thought to himself. The combination of the close proximity to Blaine plus the song made baking seem so much more difficult.

Blaine left the bed and decided on a shower, thinking to give Kurt a little space if that’s what he needed. He turned the water on warm at first and then decided maybe cooler would be more effective all things considered. He stripped out of his sweat pants and slipped under the water with a shiver. Immediately he was awake. Unfortunately the cold was having the opposite effect from what he was expecting. With his blood now racing, and the fact that he was hyper aware now of every inch of his skin, Blaine was having a difficult time focusing on finding the soap. He was frustrated at his body, it was a traitor. Blaine grabbed up the shampoo and lathered up his hair, scrubbing hard, digging in with his nails, but still all he could think of was how he wanted to be back in that bed with Kurt. Then as if to add insult to injury, Blaine could hear a familiar song float through.

I got a dirty mind
I got filthy ways

Damn that Katy Perry.

The beat hit Blaine in just the right way, or the wrong way, depending. He was immediately fighting the image of Kurt slipping into the shower with him, fully clothes, touching him, kissing him. Blaine leaned back against the cool tiles and gave himself over to the need that had been building all morning. By the end of the song Blaine was back to finding soap, though he didn’t feel in the least bit sated. In fact, he wondered if he would ever feel sated around Kurt. He couldn’t imagine not feeling this hunger claw at his insides every time he thought of Kurt. Soon the smell of baking muffins drew Blaine from his reverie in the bathroom and he joined Kurt in the kitchen with a little grin playing across his mouth.