Kurt's eyes flew open and he looked around in panic when he woke up alone, with the sun shining through the open window. He didn't remember turning off the alarm or even stirring at the time it was supposed to go off, but it was most definitely later than he meant to get up. It only added to his confusion that he distinctly remembered Blaine's arms wrapped around him when he fell asleep, but there was no sign of his boyfriend in the room. Trying to push away his panic, he climbed out of bed and shuffled slowly into the kitchen. It was only when he was walking through the door that a faint sound of humming reached his ears and a smile immediately tugged on his lips.

"Hey baby," Blaine turned around at the sound of Kurt clearing his throat quietly, "Did you have a nice rest?"

"I did," Kurt walked closer and brushed his lips against Blaine's cheek, "Someone let me sleep in, though and now we're behind schedule," he attempted a stern look.

"We're in no rush, though, it's only us in the darkroom this morning," Blaine replied, handing over a cup of coffee, "and it still is morning."

"There's the afternoon in the office, though," Kurt tried to protest.

"And we will be there on time. Don't panic."

"I'm not…"

The questioning look in Blaine's face made it obvious that Kurt wasn't fooling Blaine in the slightest, so he took a deep breath and practically inhaled his coffee before he attempted to do anything else.

"We'll be on time," Blaine repeated, "you just need to throw some clothes on, I already got the camera ready like you showed me the last time and we're set to go."

"I can't just…" Kurt groaned, "I'll be the one on camera, it's not that simple."

"You look fantastic no matter what," Blaine's arms slipped around Kurt's waist as they both moved towards the sink to put away their empty cups, "you could just stay like this."

"There you go with the flattery again," Kurt grinned and the tension began slipping away from his body, "you really think I should pose in just my pyjama bottoms?"

Blaine gulped as his fingers slid over the skin on Kurt's sides, "Maybe not, but only because I might find it hard to concentrate."

Kurt felt the warm lips leaving butterfly kisses on his shoulders and shivered, enjoying the touch wait too much to want to cover up and get to work.

"We should…"

"Yeah…"

Neither of them had the necessary will to move yet, just letting the togetherness and the peaceful feel of the morning wash over them.

"This is nice, though," Kurt finally managed to speak, "having you here in the morning."

"I hope it won't be a rare occasion," Blaine muttered into Kurt's neck, "I like it too."

Eventually, Kurt shook his head and sighed with a glance at the clock on the wall.

"Ok, work," he said with a determined tone, "we need to get this done, sweetie. I need to get dressed."

"If you must," the reluctance was as obvious in Blaine's voice as in the way he let his hands fall from Kurt's waist, "Though, I can't wait what to see what outfit you deemed good enough to be photographed in."