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The next morning, Kurt awoke in the cool, dark guest bedroom of Blaine’s house. Even though their families were fine with the boys spending the night at each other’s houses, they still drew the line that they had to be in separate beds once it came to bedtime. That usually didn’t stop them though since they would often sneak into each other’s rooms in the middle of the night, eager to spend their nights spooning and sharing soft kisses until sleep hit their drowsy eyes.

This morning was no exception. As Kurt groggily sat up he saw that Blaine had joined him in the middle of the night, becoming the little spoon inside Kurt’s frame. Kurt looked at him and beamed and rested his hand on Blaine’s hip as he lay spooning the space that once held Kurt’s body. Blaine rustled under Kurt’s touch.

“Mmmmorning,” Blaine said sleepily. He rolled over and placed his arms over his eyes, still not ready to face the morning. Kurt laughed.

“Do you realize you always do that thing with your arms when you don’t want to wake up? You fold them as if you’re going to cross them in front of your chest and place them on your forehead. Then you don’t open your eyes again for what seems like an eternity until I finally make you get up, by some force of God.”

Blaine pouted, still keeping his arms covering his eyes. “Whatever,” he said, still not his perky self. Kurt was always a morning person; Blaine was not. It was one of the few areas in their lives that they were total opposites, but Kurt thought it suited them well since they couldn’t have everything alike, could they?

“You can go ahead and lie there if you like. I’m going to get in the shower, get dressed, and get going. If you don’t want to join me, I’ll just have to go hang out with my other boyfriend,” Kurt said, poking Blaine’s ribs as he rose to his feet.

“You’re mean,” Blaine stated, still pouting over being woken up.

Kurt got out of bed and continued on his morning routine; shower, facial inspection, outfit selection, dressing, brush teeth, style hair. By the time he was ready to truly begin the day, Blaine was snoring softly again with his arms still shading his eyes. Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. Blaine was normally so wise, so strong and so mature but the moment that he had to wake up, he acted like a child.

Looking at the clock and noting that it was nearly ten, Kurt decided Blaine had to get up. He crept quietly to the foot of the bed and waited for a moment; getting a final look at Blaine. Then he leapt from the foot of the bed and pounced on Blaine, causing the entire bed to shake and Blaine to jump up in alarm. They would have hit each other in the head if Kurt hadn’t moved slightly to the right in order to avoid colliding with Blaine’s forehead.

“Uf! Kurt!” Blaine exclaimed, slightly irritated. “I was having a really good dream!”

Kurt sighed. He ended up practically belly flopping onto Blaine and found himself laying with his legs on either side of Blaine’s with one arm outstretched onto Blaine’s chest and the other supported the weight of his head as he sought to look at Blaine as he was still slowly waking up. “I’m sorry to wake you up from your dream. But we’re losing precious time together. Let’s go do something,” Kurt suggested.

Blaine huffed, but finally sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Okay, okay,” he consented. Kurt pulled off Blaine and sat Indian-style on the bed as Blaine dragged himself toward the bathroom. Blaine still had barely cracked his eyes but he finally made his way into the bathroom and clicked the door shut.

“I love you!” Kurt cried as the door shut.

“Mmhmm,” Blaine said, still too sleepy to formulate thoughts or loving sentiments.

Kurt heard the shower turn on and he took the quiet moment to look around the guest room. Per usual for the Andersons, the room was well stocked and well maintained with plenty of guest towels, sheets and even tiny shampoo and conditioner bottles in case one of their guests had forgotten theirs at home. Even though it felt a little like a hotel room, the Anderson’s house always managed to feel homey. Sprayed around the room were family photos; ones of Blaine and Cooper when they were kids, Christmas photos over the years, a photo of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson at a football game, and one that they had taken of the whole Anderson clan that summer during their vacation to St. Simon’s Island where their family vacation home was located.

Looking at all of the smiling photos of the Andersons, he was glad that Blaine came from a loving family like his own. When Blaine first mentioned that his dad had tried to convince him that he wasn’t gay, Kurt was worried that his dad wasn’t supportive of Blaine’s sexual orientation. But after meeting Mr. Anderson for the first time, he noted that it wasn’t that he wasn’t supportive of Blaine, he just wasn’t sure what to do with a gay teenager. His generation hadn’t prepared him to be supportive or understanding of homosexuality, but with a lot of time and heart-to-hearts with Blaine, Mr. Anderson had become one of Blaine’s biggest allies when he was getting bullied at his old school and was very supportive when Blaine wanted to transfer to McKinley to be with Kurt. He still struggled from time to time, knowing that his son wouldn’t have a wife or potentially natural children, but he still loved and cared for Blaine and that love was now extended to Kurt as Blaine’s boyfriend.

Kurt snapped out of his trance when he saw Blaine emerge from the bathroom.

“How much longer will you be?” he asked impatiently.

“Another five minutes or so,” Blaine replied. “I don’t have nearly as vigorous a routine as you, so I shouldn’t take too long.”

Kurt stuck his tongue out at him. “Beauty ain’t cheap, Blaine.”

Blaine laughed and bent down to kiss Kurt on the forehead. “You could wear a bag over your head for the rest of your life and I’d still think you were beautiful.”

Kurt grinned. “Okay, go to your room and get dressed. I’ll meet you out in the car. I think I know what we’re going to do today.”