The next morning Blaine is the first one awake and wiggles his fingertips to try and shake feeling back into them, and his boyfriend really isn't moving from on top of his arm. He eventually just lets himself snuggle back against Kurt's chest, because when the feeling comes back he realises that the angle he fell asleep at is the only comfortable one to accommodate Kurt's weight on top of his arm. Soon enough Kurt wakes up too and seeing Blaine resting against his chest finds that he had a similar issue and can't remove himself from under Blaine without disturbing him. They manage to pull themselves apart and pad quietly out to the kitchen to begin preparations on the chocolate breakfast.

"You're part of tradition now," Blaine says, "We'll be doing this for years to come, you know? Usually it's a Christmas thing, but it is a little belated this year."

"It's a nice tradition. I'm happy to join yours until we get our own." Blaine leans across the counter to kiss Kurt, which is happily reciprocated. It feels domestic, the two of them in the kitchen with the low hum of the radio in the background, Kurt preparing the pancake batter and Blaine decoratively placing fruit slices and dipping sauce on a platter. It was all Kurt had trusted him with, aside from taking plates to the table.

"Okay," Kurt says, looking at their work set out on the table, "I think we ought to get dressed before the others get up." They pause as they pass by the couches, noting how Sebastian and Adam had fallen asleep on the same couch and managed to both stay on through the night, holding the other close. Rachel was on the other and was also very deeply asleep.

They shower quickly together (they had five others who might want to use it, after all) then get dressed in relative silence. Blaine stands by his full length mirror as he tucks his polo shirt into his jeans, frowning down at himself. "Kurt?"

"Hm?" Kurt replies, turning to face his boyfriend.

"Do you think I'd be hotter if I got abs? Would you like that better?" Blaine asks shyly, poking at his belly tentatively. Kurt crosses the room, forgetting that his shirt is still hanging open, and wraps his arms around Blaine's waist, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Blaine, I need you to look at me," Blaine looks up and meets Kurt's eyes in the reflection, "Do you honestly think that's something I care about?"

"I don't know, I just guess that it could be? I mean, you're you, all lean muscle and tall and gorgeous and I'm just... not. I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of way out of my league." Kurt smiles into his shoulder.

"No, Blaine, I hadn't, because I'm usually too busy thinking about how perfect you are. Even your goddamn imperfections are perfect, B. You have zero reason to be self conscious; you are hands down the sexiest man I know. If you want to work out more or whatever because you want abs, then I'll be there to massage you after a few too many rigorous work outs, but I'm not going to let you do that because you think that's what I want." Blaine turns his head to catch Kurt's mouth and kisses him firmly.

"Thank you," he mumbles against Kurt's lips, "for everything."

"I love you," Kurt replies, rather than the 'you're welcome' that Blaine expects.

Blaine pauses for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Kurt's arms around him, before he says, "But Kurt, what about all those sexy men that you don't know? I'm not going to be the sexiest then."

"I could slap you right now," Kurt says, "Blaine, even if there were sexier men, and the longer I stand here with my arms around you the more I doubt their existence, I don't want to be dating any of them. I don't want to be sleeping with any of them. No matter how sexy they are, if one of them held my hand my first response would be to pull away. Because I love you. Separate your sexual attraction and aesthetic attraction, B. You're far more beautiful than any guy you can name."

"Fabien from work." Blaine begins.

"You beat him by far."

"Ryan Gosling."

"That's the best you've got?" Kurt says, and it sounds like a challenge.

"Taylor Lautner."

"If you catch him in the right light he looks like a llama." Blaine giggles.

"Tom Daley."

Kurt pretends to think about it for a moment and Blaine's face falls. Kurt kisses his cheek again. "You far surpass even him."

"Okay." Blaine says, giving a half smile to Kurt.

"Okay?"

"I feel better now."

"Good. I'm going to let go of you now so I can finish doing up my shirt, okay?" Blaine nods and Kurt pulls away from him, but only gets his first button done before Blaine's arms are around him and his face is being attacked with kisses. Kurt chases Blaine's lips and finally catches up, kissing him long and hard.

"I love you so much, Kurt, you don't even know." Blaine mumbles into his shoulder, not even caring that Kurt hasn't been able to even touch his buttons to get them all done up. He just holds his boyfriend close and savours the moment of feeling safe and loved in his arms.

"I think I have a pretty good idea."

"I love you so much that I'll let you do up your buttons if you promise to hug me again after I've done my hair and then again after you're done with yours and then-"

"Whatever you want, Blaine," Kurt says, and kisses him again chastely when Blaine finally pulls his arms away from him. They take a while longer to get ready, because Blaine is inexplicably clingy and just needs Kurt to hold him whenever he possibly can. "Are you sure you're okay?" Kurt checks as Blaine walks to the door to leave.

"I'm fine. I just..." Blaine thinks for a moment and starts again, turning back and stepping forward into the room and closer to Kurt. "I get myself into these places where my self esteem is just low for no reason. I mean, there was no real trigger this morning; usually I'm not bothered by this sort of thing at all. When it happens I just need some assurance that you aren't going to not want me in the future. I meant what I said- you're sort of way too gorgeous for me, Kurt. You would think I would be used to it, working with models all the time."

"I'm not even, but thank you so much, B. I'm not going to turn down your compliment, and I know I'm gorgeous, but you're stunning too. We don't go anywhere without people flirting with you."

"What? No." Blaine rolls his eyes.

"Uh huh. You're just so nice to everyone that you don't even see it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You flirt right back! You just don't call it flirting. But you know what? I'm not bothered by it, because you always come back to me and kiss me on the cheek or take my hand or put your arm around my waist, and then I know that you don't mean anything by it, and if they did mean something they've just seen how very taken you are. And I love that. Do you know how many broken hearted barista girls there are in coffee shops all across New York?" Blaine giggles.

"Really?"

"Yes, really, you don't know the strength of your own charm." Blaine giggles again. And again. And again. "Stop it, Blaine; you'll fill my daily adorable quota before ten if you keep that up."

"Adorable quota?" Blaine says, and buries his face in his hands, "that's ridiculous." The grin in his voice is practically audible.

"You're ridiculous. Now come on, we have inappropriate chocolately goods to eat for breakfast." Kurt extends a hand to Blaine, who takes it and can't help but pull Kurt that bit closer as they walk from the bedroom.

Everyone else has gotten up while Kurt and Blaine were dressing and are standing around the table and talking quietly when they emerge. Santana is the first to notice them come in and calls them over. "I think that's our cue to start eating, right?" she asks.

Blaine grins. "It's fountain time." They all help themselves to plates of food and sit on the couches; Blaine and Kurt sitting hip to hip on one with Rachel on Kurt's other side, Adam and Sebastian sit next to each other on the other couch, and Santana and Brittany sit on the floor.

"Your couch is bigger than it looks," Sebastian says, "more comfortable, too. Especially considering how cheap it was. You can't fool me."

"If only you had realised this sooner, before you thought it was a good idea to go home drunk by yourself and ended up with me taking you to the hospital because you broke your ankle falling down the stairs- by which I mean stair- outside our building," Blaine teases.

"Or that time you went to sleep in Blaine's bed and he didn't kick you out," Santana adds.

"And you didn't even cuddle me, jerk." Sebastian says.

"You are the least cuddly person I know, Bas. I think I've hugged my dad more than I've hugged you, and you know what he's like." Blaine replies.

"Hey, I'm working on it!" Adam says.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad Blaine has all those built up cuddles. He's cuddly enough for the both of us," Kurt says. Blaine balances his plate awkwardly and slides one arm around his boyfriend for effect. Kurt kisses him on the cheek.

"Maybe we should just cuddle, Blaine. Since our boyfriends aren't so keen." Adam suggests.

"You know, I think they need someone left to convert them. Without us they stand no chance of ever becoming cuddlers."

"How about you, Tana, Britt?" Kurt asks.

"We don't really cuddle," Santana admits, "not often, anyway."

"Just when it's cold," Brittany elaborates, "and usually our sex is hot." Rachel is the only one to have any reaction, tutting softly and shaking her head.

"Finn doesn't like to admit that he's cuddly, but he totally is. Right, Kurt?" Rachel says, trying to bring the conversation back to her and away from any discussion of their sex lives. Rachel was seemingly the last person of the group to be uncomfortable talking about it.

"I don't cuddle him, Ray. That would be weird."

"Maybe if my parents had given me a brother I would understand." Rachel sniffs dramatically.

"I don't cuddle my brother, either," Blaine contributes, "even if we were closer we probably wouldn't. Coop's not so into that sort of stuff."

"My cat is cuddly. He's kind of like a brother." Brittany says. Santana picks up her plate and hands it to her.

"Just eat some more cake, Britt-Britt."

"I love your cake," Blaine says, smiling at Kurt.

"You love everything about me."

"Of course."

"You two are sickening." Sebastian says.

"Isn't that the ultimate goal?" Adam teases, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend and being rewarded accordingly.

"Are you going soft, Bas?" Santana says.

"Oh, shush." Sebastian says, waving his hand at her dismissingly.

"But really, cake." Blaine repeats.

"Mm, cake," Santana agrees, "There will always be room in my life for your cake. Can you make my wedding cake? And my birthday cake? And my everything cake?"

"Why was wedding cake first, hmm?" Kurt teases.

"Fine, my piece of cake at your wedding. You win."

"My wedding?" Kurt looks at Blaine teasingly.

"We'll have a wedding, Kurt. I've never been more sure of anything in my life." And he meant it. He didn't know when, but he was positive that it would happen. He knew they loved each other, and that they wanted to be with each other in the future. It was just a matter of timing.